Kayanni System Mingle

[spacebro]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: It's been known to happen
Action: Kayanni System (or a ship. I'm not the boss of you)
When: July 21 – August 23



(OOC: System Info)

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[kill_switch]

Furiosa's following not far behind with a sack of special nutrients tailored for this exact type of plant. Using her judgement - after a quick instruction from the owner of this particular farm - she's sprinkling it here and there where it looks like indiviual sprouts might need extra encouragement.

Seeing Merlan paying special attention to a single plant, Furiosa draws close, already with a small pile of the blue and white soil-like nutrients.

"Looks like someone could use a little help."

[darksmokerising]

"It's almost wilting," she says quietly, nudging the flower gently, "but I'm pretty sure it can be saved." Merlan glances up at the woman with a little smile of greeting. "I used up my batch of those hours ago."

Merlan moves carefully to let Furiosa in even closer. Her movements are unwasted, careful, and calculated so that she doesn't disturb any of the other plants.

[kill_switch]

"We're here in time." Furiosa gently pats the nutrients into the soil and steps back to look at it. The plant isn't going to miraculously pop up while they're standing there, but she's had enough time tending to plants since she arrived in the Fleet to feel confident their actions will be successful.

After a moment, she turns to the other woman. "Are you native? Or part of the fleet?" She's been in hiding, so to speak, long enough that there are more than a few new faces - some of them right on her own ship.

[darksmokerising]

"Fleet, I'm on the SS Bloodsport," Merlan says, her voice a murmur as she glances at Furiosa. "You?"

The breeze is nice up here among the green and growing plants. She found the city too much for her, too many things going on. It made her want to disappear but she still went down into that beehive just enough to make sure she could.

[kill_switch]

"Captain, pilot, First Breath." She shifts the bag under her prosthetic arm so she can reach out and offer a flesh hand in greeting. "Furiosa."

She's not been in a mood to be around people, and after having spend most of her life in a situation where there was no escape from it, she doesn't mind never setting foot in the city-planet below outside of finding a quiet ag job among plants.

[darksmokerising]

"Security, Merlan," she says with a smile, her handshake warm and inviting. "I figured getting out here," Merlan gestures at the fields, "was a pretty good answer to the Fleet introduction I had."

Plus, what freedom the sky and fresh air offered felt better than wandering the halls of the Bloodsport.

[kill_switch]

"It's good to take advantage of it when you can. Even with the Iskaluit it can feel too closed in after a while."

She shifts some more nutrients into her hand and sprinkles it onto some of the other plants that looked like they could use a little boost. "At least you missed the calibration."

[darksmokerising]

"Ah, the cali--" Merlan wrinkles her nose a little. "I was party to the very last of it. Only two. One was pleasant, the other? Ah. There are things that I wish I could ease."

Sam's memories were still there, bright and crisp in her mind. She shakes her head a little and the water from the hose nearby twists in the air before settling around the plant where it needs it the most.

It spins intricate patterns in the air as she thinks, a little troubled. It was, indeed a calibration. A vast sharing of incredibly personal, sensitive things.

"I had a few visitors, myself. It was not all unpleasant."

[kill_switch]

Furiosa gives her a small smile. At least she had something good to look back on, even if they weren't all pleasant.

"Mm. That's good." Furiosa had some visitors, which wasn't a pleasant experience for either party involved. "And at least now we're back. Should warn you, though; this is a yearly thing."

By which she means don't get too comfortable.