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axmods. ([personal profile] ataraxites) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2013-04-20 02:54 am

EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

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...

wolfdreamer: (we-eeellll - I'm counting it out)

[personal profile] wolfdreamer 2013-04-28 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Nill taking his hand should be no different than Sansa taking his hand--or one of his other friends--and yet it is, somehow. Bran feels his face flush a little, but he does his best to ignore that stupid feeling--because it is stupid. She is only his friend, and they are making soup together.

He tucks the first herbs into his pocket and walks with her to the next patch. These ones smell stronger still, in a good way, and he gathers a handful of it as well. "Will you write down the names of these for me, later? I would like to know what they are called."
culver: goodjobself @ dw (tik tok)

[personal profile] culver 2013-05-01 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
At least he can save face, since she isn't looking at his right now. Instead, she's scouting for the rosemary that she saw earlier in the day but neglected to pick. She hadn't expected to have the chore of making food, but was glad that she could help. She knows it's dangerous on the ship right now (well, more so than usual) and Heine wants her to stay put. At least this is something she can do while also staying relatively safe for him.

Once they find the patch she takes some up as well, adding it to the basket made by her shirt. A smile lights her face and she nods--she knew their names before coming to the ship, but she could actually write them now. It was strange sometimes to think of what it had been like before she could write--and before she had known so many people. After gathering a sufficient amount of herbs, she gestures back towards the soup before reaching for his hand once more.