Outside the cargo bay. Heard there's some luminescent species in the deeper parts of the woods. It'll be a hike.
[ and they will send a ping for harley to make her way out into the snow. they'll be waiting for her outside, or at least maybe whoever is wearing io's jacket is? the sun's out nice and high currently so it's a good day to get the walkies in. with a scarf and hat, io is standin' there like.
I think it was made to seem as such. But I'm a bit done being professional.
[ and like tired of it. really tired of it. they will refuse bed for their designer eyebags and gaunt features in exchange for snow and fresh air thanks. ]
she nods, shoving her hands in her coat pockets because even she is not strong enough to brave the cold without a jacket.]
Yeah, let's go! My girlfriend would never forgive me if I told her I had a chance to look at plants and shit on an alien planet and didn't even bother to take notes for her.
[the way she is just doing this because she is gay.]
[ ok she gets a little disused laugh from that. fuck the rules indeed. in any case, you now have your own wind shield, they'll walk to keep it from buffeting her too too much. ]
There's plenty of those around - you can take some pictures while you're in there. If anything is interesting about their properties, I can relay this to you as well. Been studying up.
[ she's so gay it's cute. they gesture with one hand, while parting some of the brush for them to step into the woods after a little bit of a trek. the woods themselves are rather dim inside, but as soon as the brush springs back into place behind them, it's clear that many things have their own luminescence here.
at the roots of some of the trees, almost immediately, there's a soft, fluffy lichen that seems to glitter a bit, sparkling with soft pink pinpricks of light that travels slowly along its strange inter-woven system... ]
... In luck. I think the locals call this one... [ immitation of a series of weird little cat clicks. (how'd you do that with your mouth?) unimportant. ] Translates to "merry lace." They garland it for luck during some of their festivities...
[that description makes it sound so pretty, though. she's snapping a picture of it and taking notes on the i.r.i.s. like a good little clown who wants to earn points with her beautiful girlfriend.]
What are they celebratin' when they hang this up? It ain't gonna give you explosive diarrhea like mistletoe, is it?
If you sit in the lodges with them, [ the cat people ] they'll teach you some words. I guess my accent is... "thick" though, so it doesn't quite work as well.
As for what they're celebrating, usually it's a successful hunt. Or the passing of a loved one... they believe their fellows go above to a camp beyond the stars and join a grand hunt for the rest of their afterlife there.
Right, right. Like "bye, bitch!" And "is this gluten free?" Very important phrases to know in every language.
[they are not but sure thing, harley.]
... I guess it's a comfort thing, coming with answers about life after death. [watches them, snapping the occasional pic as they go.] What else do they celebrate? I've only talked to one of 'em long enough to ask if they're allergic to human flesh.
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Heard there's some luminescent species in the deeper parts of the woods.
It'll be a hike.
[ and they will send a ping for harley to make her way out into the snow. they'll be waiting for her outside, or at least maybe whoever is wearing io's jacket is? the sun's out nice and high currently so it's a good day to get the walkies in. with a scarf and hat, io is standin' there like.
lifts hand to wave. hi. ]
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she lifts a hand to wave back, squinting.]
Huh. Y'know, there was a point where I was wonderin' if those helmets of yours were actually part of your heads.
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I think it was made to seem as such. But I'm a bit done being professional.
[ and like tired of it. really tired of it. they will refuse bed for their designer eyebags and gaunt features in exchange for snow and fresh air thanks. ]
Still want to head out? See what we might find?
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[own those designer eyebags! those are gucci.
she nods, shoving her hands in her coat pockets because even she is not strong enough to brave the cold without a jacket.]
Yeah, let's go! My girlfriend would never forgive me if I told her I had a chance to look at plants and shit on an alien planet and didn't even bother to take notes for her.
[the way she is just doing this because she is gay.]
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There's plenty of those around - you can take some pictures while you're in there. If anything is interesting about their properties, I can relay this to you as well. Been studying up.
[ she's so gay it's cute. they gesture with one hand, while parting some of the brush for them to step into the woods after a little bit of a trek. the woods themselves are rather dim inside, but as soon as the brush springs back into place behind them, it's clear that many things have their own luminescence here.
at the roots of some of the trees, almost immediately, there's a soft, fluffy lichen that seems to glitter a bit, sparkling with soft pink pinpricks of light that travels slowly along its strange inter-woven system... ]
... In luck. I think the locals call this one... [ immitation of a series of weird little cat clicks. (how'd you do that with your mouth?) unimportant. ] Translates to "merry lace." They garland it for luck during some of their festivities...
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... How did you do that with your mouth...
[that description makes it sound so pretty, though. she's snapping a picture of it and taking notes on the i.r.i.s. like a good little clown who wants to earn points with her beautiful girlfriend.]
What are they celebratin' when they hang this up? It ain't gonna give you explosive diarrhea like mistletoe, is it?
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If you sit in the lodges with them, [ the cat people ] they'll teach you some words. I guess my accent is... "thick" though, so it doesn't quite work as well.
As for what they're celebrating, usually it's a successful hunt. Or the passing of a loved one... they believe their fellows go above to a camp beyond the stars and join a grand hunt for the rest of their afterlife there.
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Yeah, I get the feelin' I ain't gonna do much better if I try to speak cat.
[imagine a cat with a brooklyn accent... she goes ahead and boops the plant with a gloved finger.]
Y'know... that's kinda sweet. Thinking your loved ones went off to join the big hunt in the sky.
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It's... got its learning curves. But always good to know a phrase or two here and there.
[ gathering some of the specimens with a gentle touch. ]
I think so as well. Beliefs of what the afterlife is vary so much between cultures. It's interesting to compare.
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[they are not but sure thing, harley.]
... I guess it's a comfort thing, coming with answers about life after death. [watches them, snapping the occasional pic as they go.] What else do they celebrate? I've only talked to one of 'em long enough to ask if they're allergic to human flesh.