[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

[imfine1111one]

I-I'll be fine, Trucy! We both will be! Alright--!

[Gosh dang people caring about him, now is not the time tear up, and not over a freaking turkey!! When Trucy takes off, so does he. He doesn't get far though, skidding to a stop on the opposing side of the turkey. He he takes a deep breath. . .and does literally the only thing lawyers are good for. YELLING.]

OBJECTION!!

[Not as ominous as a hawk's screech, but it's certainly as alarming and distracting, as the turkey swivels around, gobbling in angry confusion at Apollo. WHAT WAS THAT? IS THIS A TINY LOST RED CHICKEN HAWK??

But its back and tail feathers are exposed to Trucy, and fan out like a big ol' colorful Thanksgiving target. There's your signal.]

[magicpanchira]

[ Trucy stops in a flash at Apollo's ear piercing yell of 'objection', and she's not as surprised as she should be that this is his master plan. She turns on a dime when the bird turns it's back to her, tail flared in anger, and she winces, feeling pretty guilty suddenly because she doesn't really wanna kill it but... ]

...Sorry, Mr. Turkey... [ With that, she's literally throwing knives and cards and at some point, even Mr. Hat goes flying at the large bird. But there's no suffering on the poultry's end, of course. She hits her mark every single time, and when the bird finally goes down, Trucy's out of breath from throwing those objects SO HARD that it's knocked the wind out of her. ]

...We did it? We did it! Good job, Polly!

[imfine1111one]

[STOMP STOMP the turkey gobbles up to Apollo, and at first, he wonders if Trucy missed her mark. Could this be the end?? No, of course not, it lets out a surprised squawk before it fluffs up one more time, and then falls. It goes down so hard that a mass of feather fly up from it, immediately covering Apollo. Nice. One feather positions itself in such a way that it looks like he has three hair spikes.

But who cares!! It's down? IT'S DOWN. Hearing Trucy, Apollo runs over, picking her up and spinning, high off, you know, not being dead.]

W-we did it! I can't believe that actually worked!! Trucy, you're amazing!

Hahahaha--! I never want to do that ever again!!

[magicpanchira]

[ She's so glad that Apollo didn't become Thanksgiving dinner, because for a moment she's not sure. Whe she sees him pop up from the feathers and fliff, though, she's beaming and running to meet him halfway, laughing when he picks her up and spins her around.

She happily throws her arms around him in return, pretty glad to have survived the space turkey experience. ]

Me? No way! You're the amazing one here, Polly! You're so smart, you're the one who did all the hard work! Good job!

[ She grins, reaching up to pluck a few feathers out of his hair. ]

[imfine1111one]

[There are so many feathers!! He laughs, setting her down and rubbing at his head.]

Aha, all I did was yell a lot. . .! I'm glad you came prepared. [He looks to the turkey though--man, that's a big bird, hunting is not the same as fishing or catching lizards at all. He sighs.]

But I do feel kind of bad now. I think I'll leave this sort of thing to the professionals in the future, I'm not sure my heart can handle it.

. . .

We have to get it back somehow.

[magicpanchira]

Well, I think we both did really well! We didn't die!

[ She turns to look at the turkey as well, sighing a little because THE GUILT IS REAL... but it's done and overy now. ]

I do, too... but only one way forward! As for getting it back... how much do you think this thing weighs? I'm not feeling morbid enough to hack it into pieces...

[imfine1111one]

I'm not going to make you do that! No butchering outside of a kitchen! [Blaugh. He wonders if there are flash fryers. LETS JUST FRY THE ENTIRE THING. He walks over and. Tries to pick it up. Haha no, okay, he is dragging this sucker. Justice will prevail!!]

If Clay were here I bet he'd just haul it over his shoulder. B-but this is fine! I'll get it back! Let's just get the heck out of here before something even bigger shows up, or that hawk comes back.

[magicpanchira]

I'm definitely not butchering this thing period, ewww... [ She doesn't even know how to cook ok she lives on prepackaged meals!

There's a slight tinge of amusement as she watches Apollo try to pick the turkey up to no avail, and she wanders over to help him. ]

He probably could, but I think between the two of us we can make it! I'll get one end and you take the other?

[imfine1111one]

We'll get someone else to do it. Then we can eat normal, cold, turkey sandwiches like civilized people. [And by someone else he probably means Clay.]

--haa, fine, alright. I would prefer not throwing my back out at the tender age of twenty four. Let's do it.

[Two heads are definitely better than one. Lets dragging!! SIBLING HUNT, SUCCESS.]

[magicpanchira]

What if it doesn't taste like turkey? Are we even still considered civilized after we massacred this thing? [ PRESSING QUESTIONS HERE APOLLO.

She moves to pick up the front of the turkey, yelping as the head flops onto her shoulder. ]

It's looking at me! [ She nudges the stupid head off of her shoulder with a huff, glad to at least be able to help him carry the dumb thing. ]

No throwing your back out, not while I'm around! [ WHAT A BONDING EXPERIENCE THIS WAS. ]