Kester climbs up a few ladders and runs up a make-shift staircase, finally hauling himself up a rope, then hiking through several dozen feet of what was essentially forest sprawl, across the Argoth's back, before reaching the head and dropping himself in. A shower of dirt followed him, coating the moss and new-growth on the floor. Walking up to the chair, curiously made out of what seemed to be living wood molded into the shape and smoothed, he settled into the controls. Unlike many Argoths, the screen runes were not inscribed into glass, but rather carved and grown around in the living wood that made up the inside of the cockpit. He dumped out the dregs of his mug(his personal one, that is) into a small garden of flowers to the right, then grimaced at the dates that had fallen out. He brushes some vines away from the controls, then flips on the communications. Several status wards pop up, indicating everything was green. He must have started that automatically, because he didn't remember beginning the boot-up spell sequence.
: "
You guys are jerks."
Carsinque begins to lurch into motion, and dirt rains from it's joints as it stands, great jaw opening and closing as Kester went through a systems check. Finally, it oriented itself to the exit, and lurched forward, haphazardly at first, before settling into a steady loping pace that made great speed over the open ground.