[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

[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. ]