[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]

Because it is the polite thing to do?

[exothermia]

[He brushes his hands off on his pants.]

Does that actually do something?

[noprophecies]

A few of the flowers I have enjoy it, for as much as they understand what I am saying. [a shrug] They like attention.

[exothermia]

[He thinks that sounds ridiculous, but he's not about to gainsay someone who actually knows better than him. So he nods, glancing back at the bush he was working on.]

I'll suggest it to Charles.

[noprophecies]

[she can't help but laugh a little bit. She faintly shakes her head, amused; she knows what it sounds like]

Please do.

[exothermia]

[He makes a disgruntled noise, knowing he's out of his element in this conversation.]

He's more likely to be good at that sort of thing.

[Erik is better at cultivating greenery. Talking to them? Not really. He hadn't even been adept at speaking to the chickens they kept in Poland.]

[noprophecies]

[a bit dryly] It is not something one is "good" at, love.

[exothermia]

He talks more in general.

[noprophecies]

Yes, and? It is not as though you are going to be having a conversation with your plants.

[exothermia]

[He just grumbles, reaching out to separate a few more nuts from the branches.]

[noprophecies]

[she picks up a twig and tosses it at him when he grumbles]

You are capable of saying "hello", yes? That is all you need to do.

[exothermia]

[He screws up his face at the tossed twig, such a juvenile act.]

Fine. I'll say hello to the plants.

[noprophecies]

[she tosses another twig, just because]

I am sure they will appreciate it.

[exothermia]

[This time he's ready, and swats it away.]

[noprophecies]

[SHE TOSSES A THIRD—no it's a fake out, she drops it with a raised eyebrow]

What a serious face.

[exothermia]

That's all you ever say about it, these days.

[noprophecies]

[she picks up a larger twig to fiddle with, carefully cutting off the part at the end]

It is usually with the intention of getting you to make a different face, Erik.

[she gives him a curious look] Do you want me to stop saying it?

[exothermia]

No. I don't mind. I know it's accurate.

[noprophecies]

[she shrugs a shoulder]

It is only accurate some of the time.

[exothermia]

I suppose that's an improvement.

[noprophecies]

[she snorts]

I have seen you smile. And I have made you laugh in the past.

[she shrugs again] I simply have to work harder at it this go around.

[exothermia]

[He smiles, though it's a faint thing.]

Is it tiring?

[noprophecies]

[she shakes her head]

Not at all.

[exothermia]

[He runs a leaf between his fingers, contemplative.]

I feel like it must be. For everyone around me.

[noprophecies]

[she hums a little in understanding, glancing down to the stick in her hands. She begins cutting at it again]

It might be. But I imagine the people around you are not so easily exhausted.