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

'eeeeeeeeeeeey sexy robot ladiesss!

[watashinonamaewa]

The jungle-covered areas of the gardens were never Cibo's favorite parts of the gardens to begin with. Something about the plants being in all directions made her extremely uncomfortable. Maybe it's the only instance in Cibo's life where she ever feels a little claustrophobic. Maybe that she had never been exposed to these lifeforms and that she still didn't quite understand them or what they were capable of.

She found that they generally did nothing except stay in position. At least when she was looking at them. Did they move when she wasn't looking? Were they setting traps and waiting for her to walk into them? What. Are you. Plants. What. Are you. Planning. Metal was much easier to predict. To read and understand the repetition was embedded into her every sense of being. Organic life? Much different.

Except she had heard a comment or mention of Rey being in here. Somewhere among the scheming wildlife.

"Hello? Rey...? Are you in... here?"

sexy robot ladies and late tags! sob...

[circumitus]

It was no surprise that sooner or later Rey was going to goof up somewhere. Stealth may not have been her forte, but it was a vital skill in doing what she used to do -- killing, maiming. Taking advantage in the element of surprise.

Then she hears her name called, and begins to worry when she comes out of the dense foliage.

"Apologies. Am I obvious?"

No, it's not as if she's trying to stay out of sight. But she isn't trying to be noticed, either.

Eh.