[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

[mucked]

[ -- peggy carter has spent too many of her most formative career years analyzing and decoding signals not to take anything with a liberal sprinkling of salt. even now, with a dissatisfied half-frown on her face, she muses aloud: ] They may have already heard it. Heeded it. Got bitten for it. The waystations are well-enough populated that it's rather curious to hear such a signal at all -- puts me in mind of a honeypot, actually.

[exothermia]

[His brow furrows at the idea, one he can't dismiss. Looking out into the thicket of trees, he knows there are larger pieces of metal out there -- if he widens his scope to the limit, he may find something more.]

Considering the locals on those stations, it's as viable a reason as any.

[mucked]

Makes one wonder. [ a stiff sigh. ] If it is some sort of ruse, then are the loiterers upon the stations in on the plan? Or are they simply here to watch us walk into someone else's trap.

[ if it even is a trap. she can't be certain of anything besides her gut-feeling. ]

[exothermia]

I think they're there to look out for themselves, and no one else.

[It was the impression he'd gotten, in his brief trip to the waystations. It was as underground as anything in the dark corners of Earth, really.]

In any case, there will be no shortage of passengers who try to find the source of the signal anyway.

[mucked]

[ this makes her laugh -- short, barkish. ] No shortage, indeed. We seem to be awash with reckless and heroic types within the fleet.

[exothermia]

They have a type. [They always do. He weighs the panel in his hand for a moment, before tossing it lightly back to the ground. There's no real use for such an old, broken piece.] Do you intend to pursue it?

[mucked]

Oh, certainly. [ a wry smile. ] But out of curiousity. Not heroism. I'll leave that to my security officer.

[exothermia]

[Erik shuts his eyes for a moment, casting out his magnetic senses. There are the pinpricks of metal littered around the forest ground, but if he searches far enough... yes, there's something larger off in the distance, far even by his range. He looks in that direction when he opens his eyes again.]

It's likely to be a long walk to where it is.

[mucked]

Don't let the heels fool you. [ she is, indeed, wearing a fashionable pair of pumps. ] I have proper hiking boots back on the Starstruck -- they're up to the trek, I imagine.

[ -- but she watches him shut his eyes, and asks: ] Can you get an idea of how long it might be, though?

[exothermia]

A much smarter option if you intend to go afield.

There's a large mass of metal quite a few miles away. That's all I can really say. Whether that's where this signal is coming from is anyone's guess.

[mucked]

-- Well, better than my guess. At any rate. [ a sporting smile. ] It's a start, at any rate.

[exothermia]

Narrowing things down from a planetary scale does tend to help, somewhat.

[mucked]

What about you, Mister Lehnsherr? [ turnabout is fair play. ] Will you be venturing deeper into the foreboding forest?

[exothermia]

[After a moment's thought, he shakes his head.] I don't have plans to. If anything important comes up, I'm certain to hear about it. At present, I have my hands full collecting flowers and plants for a friend.

[mucked]

[ now, that's curious. ] With roots intact?

[exothermia]

Yes. She wants to keep them in her room. She's rather fond of nature.

[mucked]

I understand there's a garden kept on the Iskaulit -- but I would be well and truly impressed if someone managed to rear plants in their quarters. [ ... ] Does she have a UV lamp?

[exothermia]

Not that I know of. But she's a magic user, so I imagine she has some way of maintaining them like that.

[mucked]

-- The wonders of magic. [ frankly: ] I can't say I much understand it, but I respect the utility.

[ and she's come thus far almost exclusively because of wanda. ]

[exothermia]

[He makes a small noise of agreement.] Magic doesn't exist in my world, as far as I know. But there are things I'm familiar with that are alien to others, so it's all similar in that respect. [Similarly fantastical, to those without knowledge of it.]

[mucked]

Nor did I think it existed in mine -- until I came here, paradoxically enough. [ ... ] But I have since met individuals from the future, I suppose, of my world. And they boast such remarkable abilities. Some through scientific origins, and others? [ peggy allows herself a shrug. ] Cannot be explained.

[exothermia]

Not through any frame of reference we have, most likely. [He had given up trying to work out a logical basis for some things a while ago.]

I know that some have assumed that mutant abilities in my own world were a result of magic, but it isn't the case.

[mucked]

Of course not. As otherworldly as it would seem, mutation is science. [ that much she can agree upon. ] Perhaps merely science some of us can't yet comprehend.

[ she is lumping herself within that 'us'. she doesn't possess so fragile an ego that she cannot admit to her ignorance. ]

[exothermia]

[He nods, glad not to have to explain the point. While mutants have become common knowledge at home, there are still plenty here who look askance at him when he mentions them. Of course, many here would also have encountered the Fleet's mutants before. It simplifies matters.][It would explain much about En Sabah Nur's history, as well. Not a topic he wants to dwell on.] You're familiar, then?

[mucked]

I've met a few since arriving in the Fleet. Rogue -- and Mister Remy. [ she gauges his reaction, if she can. ] It seems there may be a bit of overlap in their worlds and my own -- sort of.