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[mortalcoil]

Who: Coil Lenn and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide (and private)
Action: The surface of Ikke
When: Early December

[Coil had been out in the snow for a while, but the cold isn't bothering him yet. his bare hands are obviously chilled, but his hood is up and he's bundled up to his nose in a warm gray scarf. and out beyond the settlement where the Red Fish is parked, where the snowfields are flat and pristine before scrubby stands of trees, he has been spending his time stepping very methodical paths through the snow. if someone had spied on him from overhead, they might have seen the huge geometric pattern that he was creating in the snow, but from from eye-level... it just kind of looks like he's wandering around.

eventually, he allows himself to take a break, sitting down on an exposed rock where the earth turns craggy and rises up out of the snow near the shrubline. there, he busies with his communicator--uploading notes and sending out a message or two with frozen fingers.

for a few minutes, his attention leaves the shapes that he'd been drawing in the snow... but if anyone happens to wander through and mess up his work, they'll pull his focus back in a snap.]

→ text - fleetwide
"Me"
purpose was to plant, dig, cull, butcher
was: asleep, blind
now: awake, can speak, free

"Sister"
caught "me"
has let "you" in

wake: sleeping ones
protect: whole ones
or: cycles will never stop

anyone else making notes??


→ text - to Asuka
see the snow yet ?

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text, private

[interstices]

Yeah.

It's really pretty.

[mortalcoil]

are you outside

its not cold if you dress for it

action;

[theboogieman]

[at least he won't have to worry about this idiot blundering through his magical circle... in fact, he won't even have the unfortunate experience of being startled. it's very hard to be stealthy when you're a big guy trudging through two feet of crunchy snow.

he sticks out like a sore thumb, a black coat against a white background. he's got his hands shoved in his pockets as he shuffles on up to Coil, looking maybe a little cold but not any more irritable than he is on any other day.

the top of his scarf can he seen poking up out of his upturned collar. he'll be there in a moment.]

action;;

[recipio]

[ It's way colder outside than he's used to, bundled in pretty much every layer that he has. Georgia very seldom dropped below 40 degrees, and Carl can remember once when he was a kid that there was even snow. It feels bitter cold, but he's not about to stay inside when there's a new place to explore.

That's how he happens across Coil, but he stops his approach at that look. ]

Uh-- Sorry.