mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[aberrant_type]

[She grins at his scoff. Such a sour boy.]

I have other work to get done.

[mortalcoil]

[he waves dismissively at her reasoning and signs 'anytime'--a common sign that she probably knows by now.]

[aberrant_type]

You may be grateful I decided to work on this project when you could leave easily.

[mortalcoil]

[oh? ...does he want to know?

he really thinks about it, before he finally draws a question mark in the air. he's already imagining horrible things, skipping the mundane ones entirely.]

[aberrant_type]

[She's so amused by his alarm... her grin spreads across her face like a sunrise. Really fucking tickled here, Coil.]

It's just going to be very noisy for a while! Much worse when you can't get away from it, yes?

[mortalcoil]

[oh. is that all.

...not that she isn't totally right about him not wanting to be around for the noise, though. so, he nods.

and then he worries a little, and spells out L-A-B?

please don't tell him that he'll be coming back to a trashed lab, okay.]

[aberrant_type]

I'm not doing anything in there today.

[She can guess what he's thinking.]