AUGUST PLOT: A LOVELY TRIP TO PLANET 10952.EG.K

[luminals]

Arrival on EG.K is non-eventful; one will find themselves about a five minute walk away from the closest village on a very flat planet. The purple and turquoise grass waves in the near-constant warm breeze under a rosy pink sky, and while the sun seems far too close to the planet for comfort, the semi-cloudy nature of the planet means one can see far into the distance without squinting constantly.

EG.K is currently a delightful 23.9 degrees in Universal Standard Temperature, dipping down to 15.5 UST at night. Visitors to the planet can expect clear skies and no rain or storms for the week. Occasional winds up 50 MPH are present, but not constant.

Make friends with the locals, take a swim in a lake, actually do whatever it is you came here to begin with - whatever it is, enjoy your week on this charming and uneventful planet!

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Pharma | OTA

[organ_pharming]

[Pharma sits motionless and monolith-like in the grass, staring out across the horizon. His thoughts are a massive jumble of paranoia, uncertainty, and fear. Relaxing has never been his thing, even before Delphi, but now it proves impossible. Nothing here is in his control. His future is undecided, his former goals now obsolete.

Megatron is right. The people in charge here dictate what their residents must do in order to stay. The mandatory teleportation had finally proved it to the medic. So here he was, on an organic planet, grasping at the tufts of grass as if they were his own puppet strings.]

hi there fellow jet

[knightoflight]

[Wing's trying to play it cool, and probably not doing such a hot job of it. He's trying not to think of what it means, for a knight to be missing a hand, how he can't fight, can't do his job.

It's sort of like the old 'don't think of an elephant'. The harder you try, the harder you think of elephants. Or in this case, all the things he can't do.

So it's a relief when he spots the other mech, and Wing crosses over, trying to hide his hand behind his back and play it cool. If whistling wouldn't be over the top, he'd try that, too.]

So. Are you enjoying your stay?

jet party!

[organ_pharming]

[So occupied by his own thoughts, Pharma fails to notice Wing's arrival until the other jet speaks. His head jerks up, fistfuls of grass ripping up between his fingers. He shakes the organic detritus away with a look of disgust.]

No. I don't appreciate being ordered around by our mysterious benefactors.

[And suddenly, while staring up at Wing, his vision goes dim. Pharma reacts by going completely still, about to call up a diagnostic when moving images begin to float before his optics. It's still Wing, but the background is different. Drift is present and looking distressed. The red and white jet lays motionless before him.

...and then it ends.]