EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Camping.
SUMMARY: Hanging out in camp, discussing pirates, etc.
NOTES: Open to all!

Camping may not be an expected activity on a spaceship, but the gardens are large and have clear, grassy areas for people to gather together. You can help set up tents, inventory supplies or guard the perimeter — just keep an eye out for any strange faces trying to sneak in...

Comments

[antivanleather]

Another one of those strange, tall elves. Fair of hair and skin and armed with a bow. Were it not for the height and lack of facial tattoos he'd think the elf Dalish as he wanders by. Curiosity bids Zevran to follow. Caution bids him to do so silently. Mischief has him snap the odd twig here and there to signal his presence.

He doubts he can truly remain unheard and unseen anyway.

[tofindthesun]

The first few times a twig snaps, Legolas pays it no attention. There are men everywhere now, walking around and visiting each other, and it isn't strange to hear grass rustling and twigs snapping (although it was jarringly painful in the beginning, for one who is accustomed to moving silently) so frequently. The gardens are, supposedly, secure, in any case. He has been trying not to be so tense and wary.

Eventually, he chances a discreet glance when a twig snaps again, far too many times in a row to be a coincidence. Who he sees following him (or who he thinks is following him) is not an unfamiliar face, though it is just as foreign as any other upon the ship. Still, he comes to a stop in his meandering and decides he may as well wait to be approached, feigning interest in a nearby tree with something akin to amused impatience on his face.

[antivanleather]

Perhaps it was too many too soon, but he'd been getting impatient in his curiosity. He wasn't working a job, why skulk and hide forever? Ah, well. Caught is caught, for he's not so foolish to assume he'd been so fortunate as to go unnoticed all this time.

That and the tree is not that interesting. There's nothing lethal or lewd scrawled upon it. Why linger?

From the shadows he steps, shoulders back, hands away from his blades, lips quirked in a smile. "It's not often someone can move so quietly through the wood."

[tofindthesun]

It's a welcomed attempt, in any case. He's accustomed to the occasional ambush be a fellow elf, just as silent as he is. And though Zevran isn't (or isn't trying to be) as quiet and stealthy, it brings back good memories.

And the tree is certainly that interesting, for all of its propriety. Even though he knows that everything is regulated, from water to nutrients to air, he still finds some peace and comfort in making sure of the trees' health with his own eyes.

"It is not often that someone would follow another who moves so quietly through the wood." He tips his head in greeting, leaning one shoulder against the bark. "Did you need something?"

[antivanleather]

"Call it habit. Or perhaps curiosity would be a better word. I've only seen one other like yourself on this ship- and none at all like you and he in my own world. You seem like me and all the same entirely different." In a variety of subtle and telling ways. Height, for one. The taper of the ear for a second. But the affinity and appreciation of nature? Certainly suits a Dalish, or as they would consider, a proper elf.

"Need? No. Want? Yes. Quite a bit. But for now I will satisfy myself with your company- if you will have me."

[tofindthesun]

"A curious habit, then." Hums, briefly. "I have known there to be a difference, of Men and of Elves, between worlds. It is not all that strange."

But he knows little of Zevran's world, really. Save for the fact that there are Wild Elves, and Elves that are not Wild. It has never crossed his mind much, from that moment until now. But now it has, and perhaps there are questions they both might have answered.

"At your service, Master Elf." He inclines his head towards the other Elf, smiling, and dips into a shallow bow. Not quite serious, but not mocking, either. "Will we stand, or walk? Or do you prefer to be at eye level?"

Certainly not mocking.