[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...

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[mucked]

[ -- the misunderstanding is easy, and she doesn't know enough to clarify it. ultimately, she simply means that she feels somewhat bonded to the heron because of its leadership.

easily: ] More than you might think. I first met your captain during the war. I worked alongside his unit. From time to time.

[ so she knew the man the winter soldier used to be. it strikes a tenderness in her heart for him, and his recovery, that she never quite thought possible. despite the chilly reception between herself and barnes. ]

[exothermia]

[Ah, that kind of connection. He's silent for a moment. What he knows about Winter is mainly what Charles had told him, after his accidental trip through his head. This was a piece of information beyond that. Soldiers who fought in the war still leave Erik feeling slightly bitter; none of that had helped his parents, or him. He'd been abandoned in the camp days before the allied forces arrived to liberate the place.]

I see. That would be a closer tie.

[mucked]

I'm afraid it gets closer still. He and my Security Officer were boyhood friends. [ peggy says it lightly, despite the weight it brings to both steve and to barnes. ]

[exothermia]

[He hums a bit, not all that surprised. He's seen Steve pop up on the Heron from time to time, though Erik rarely speaks with him. Their personalities are not exactly a perfect fit.]

They do enjoy bringing in people who have ready-made connections, don't they.

[The four of them from his world. The array of others from related, yet different worlds. The others who'd been to the same world as him. All lines of the spider's web they're stuck in.]

[mucked]

Like we come in sets -- and they're eager to collect us. [ provided, of course, the atroma even choose who arrives and who doesn't. ]

[exothermia]

[He huffs through his nose, disdainful as always of the motives of their captors.]

Another theory to add to the pile. [Erik shifts on his feet, looking back towards the Heron.] I need to be heading back.