[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

Comments

[noprophecies]

My, what a sweet thing to say.

[Tempest it isn't a compliment]

[exothermia]

[He just sighs, and sips at his drink. This is just banter; no one's going to win it.]

[noprophecies]

[no she won don't deny her this victory.

She takes a sip of her drink]

You can't out-stubborn me.

[exothermia]

I've never truly tried.

[noprophecies]

Mm, well. There rarely is an occasion for it. We agree on many things.

[exothermia]

Yes... we do. [It's a trait that goes back years, for him. Less so for Tempest, who doesn't remember (or was never part of) their first encounter in the library.]

It's not something you find in everyone.

[noprophecies]

All the more reason to cherish our friendship.

[she says it with her usual impish tone, but there's truth in it, too. Erik, Charles - they were truly the first people she openly considered friends, and even if she didn't remember their history before Kyriakos, they hadn't held it against her]

I knew stealing you was a good idea.

[exothermia]

[There's that humour again. He sighs in mock sufferance.]

Someday you'll get caught, thieving the same thing over and over.

[noprophecies]

[admit it, you missed her humor]

I do not thieve things, Erik, I thieve handsome old men. And I dare someone to try and stop me.

[exothermia]

I obviously can't.

[noprophecies]

No, you can't. I am afraid it is a fate you must come to terms with. Though I imagine you already have, since this is not a new thing.

[exothermia]

Mm. You've warped me into trusting you.

[noprophecies]

A terrible fate indeed.

[exothermia]

That's the purpose of this dinner, I assume.

[noprophecies]

I told you what the purpose of dinner was, love.

[exothermia]

Spoiling your captive.

[noprophecies]

[she grins behind her glass]

No, dinner was me thanks for helping me down on the planet.

The drinks, on the other hand, are me spoiling you.

[exothermia]

[He merely smiles a bit, finishing his drink.]

[noprophecies]

[she finishes her drink off as well, though of note is the lack of the usual challenge she would try to get across]

And maybe I felt like having someone along to drink with me today, too. But that is not as important.

[exothermia]

[It's been so long since they had any kind of challenge, that it doesn't occur to Erik to note its absence. It was a long time ago for him. He raises his eyebrows at her remark, some levity dissipating.]

You realise you don't need to give excuses if you want to talk to me.

[noprophecies]

[she glances over and tilts her head, before faintly shaking it]

I am not giving an excuse. At least, I did not intend to.

[exothermia]

[He nods, relenting. It had been a bit strong of a comment. Tapping at his empty glass, he looks around the bar, feeling a little more at ease than the last time he was here.]

It has been a while.

[noprophecies]

[she smiles a bit and nods, then shrugs a shoulder. Reaching out, she refills the her glass, then makes a questioning gesture to Erik, wordlessly asking if he wants more as well]

It has. It is nice to drink with you and it not be for competition's sake.

[exothermia]

[Erik tips his head towards her, agreeing to the refill.]

I wouldn't last in a competition these days. I'm an old man, after all.

[noprophecies]

[she hums a little, amused, and refills his glass]

It is no fun if you call yourself old before I can.