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!

Comments

[sorrynotguilty]

"It's an expression," Megatron adds, rubbing a bit at his nasal ridge. "They aren't meant to be taken literally."

Megatron doesn't intend to learn this risk taking business - not when the cost is his own life. He has too much to accomplish to die here. Besides, they cannot help anyone if they are dead and gone.

Either way, nope. He has gone the distance. This present location? That's where he is staying.

[knightoflight]

Well, now Wing is confused. Apparently he is comparable to some pointy-eared organic creature in a way that isn't positive?

"Oh, like poetry?" That also isn't meant to be literal, he figures. He'd have to study this 'cat' thing later, to decide.

"Hear something?" He turns back, stepping closer, audio receptors tilting toward the flickering light.

[alwaysadrift]

"Oh. Kind of misleading then, isn't it?" He's half poking fun now, implying that Megatron might be making too much a big deal out of things, mostly cats dying of curiosity. He's trying to keep the tone light, because there's an eerie chill creeping into his backstrut that he doesn't like. No need to alarm anyone though, right? "I've always had respect for plays on words though. Off-world idioms and poetry, especially haikus." Drift only wishes he could be that creative; he can write a decent speech, but beyond that? He's a bit lost.

He stands and listens again, straining towards the barrier, joints tightening. "It sounds like...fighting? Does no one else hear that? There's something going on in there."