JULY PLANET MINGLE

[save_the_souls]

Who: YOU. ME. EVERYONE.
Broadcast: IF YOU WANT
Action: YEAH!!!!!
When: July!

[Congratulations to the crews that did not get themselves blown up! Welcome to the Blue Planet, a planet full of charming islands and even less charming weather patterns! Are you going to take the time to enjoy the beach? Help out with the local Nunnilis population? Get caught in a storm with another person and have a rating boosting sexual tension moment? The world's your oyster!]

[Yeah in other words: ITS A MINGLE GET IN HERE]

[July Planet Info!]

Comments

[poetontheinside]

So those stories are true, huh? Pretty disappointing.

[poetontheinside]

[He had absolutely not been paying attention, but never mind that. He clenches his jaw and looks at what they're standing on, feeling unsteady already.]

I am, geez. I won't fall off, I got excellent balance.

[poetontheinside]

He grins, lopsided, and shrugs a little. "Mostly that, yeah. Be pretty stupid if I missed a perp slipping out just 'cause I was distracted, right?"

[poetontheinside]

Slowly, slowly, he starts putting in a few more complicated steps. It's probably not the same kind of dance that Vanyel knows, but he ought to pick up on them quickly enough if he's got the practice.

Still, though- he doesn't pull away. Steps closer, in fact, as he changes the tune to something closer to a salsa. Slow and intimate, bodies pressed together.

[poetontheinside]

Hey, that ain't the same thing-- boxing's like dancing. [He takes a few steps- forward, back, shadow-boxing a little. He does make it look like something coordinated and well-thought-out.]

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, but you can probably dropkick me and knock me out.

[tobeajedi]

That's good.

[Vima tilts her head a little, looking curiously at Shirley's glowing hair. She'd taken the girl for Human, but that's definitely nothing that her own hair's ever done.]

I think... [She recalls what she could sense of the creature's mind when she was driving it off.] It was interested in your hair. Does it always do that when it gets wet?

[tobeajedi]

I'll have to visit that ship sometime--I'm from the Heron. [Wow, he really has never seen anything like this, has he? Vima's at least seen pictures or holos enough of oceans that she can look out over one without being totally entranced. Or maybe being exposed to the cosmic ocean from a young age makes a water one slightly less captivating.] Have you tried swimming or going out on a raft yet? Watching it from the beach is relaxing, but it's a lot more fun to get out into it.

[catamite]

Heron... that's a bird, right?

[and when she brings up swimming, or the thought of anything that would involved getting closer to the water, his eyes get big and frightened.]

No-- are you kidding?? That's so dangerous!

[mortalcoil]

[he's got one eye, but it's sharp. he watches something go running through the man's mind, with that breath and glance away. and with those signed words, it really seems like the end of a conversation to him.

but this person had given him some validation in the bowels of that dead ship, helped him get something that he'd since learned not a lot of other people would have, and now he's continuing to speak his language when he really doesn't need to.

Coil isn't generally one for much conversation, but, right now... he finds himself impelled to take a half-step forward to call the man's eyes back to him so he can speak.

pointing to himself, he fingerspells his name-- 'C O I L']

[deshabille]

They're a little exaggerated. I don't burst into flame or anything, obviously.

[deshabille]

Probably. But the storms make the flowers prettier.

[She's pretty sure, anyway. That seems like science? A raindrop hits her nose, and she ignores it.]

[catamite]

[he sighs a little bit, because wow... the guy is even super polite and everything. what a gentleman.]

Man, people must be a lot more... I don't know... brave where you come from, then.

[destinyembrace]

Barfing and dizzy spells really don't mix well with the beach. And I'm sure Beverly or Allen would scold you for not being more careful.

[She smiles in relief when he takes the bottle and starts lathering himself up. He was going to feel that burn later, and she idly wonders if she could find aloe vera around here someplace for it.

Shut up, someone has to Space Mom when Bev isn't around.]

So, besides looking like a hairy lobster, have you gotten to do much else around here?

[deshabille]

[The thought of living by an ocean, seeing and hearing the crest and roll of the waves all day every day, is a soothing one. Very different from high, harsh mountains, the sound of eagles calling, the ever-present snows.]

Will you tell me everything about the sea? Everything you know?

[destinyembrace]

...you're right. It would be. Sokka's got a meat fetish and if he sees me sneaking off with any...

[It wouldn't end well.]

But I can still give you some pasta and a few other things, at least to tide you over?

[experiencepoints]

Meat... fetish.

Uh, no thank you, I think we can manage.

[what the actual fuck]

[destinyembrace]

Women are people. You get to know them like any other person.

[Kairi has never understood the whole "how to learn/interact/figure out women" thing. Or even vice versa. You learn about someone as a person. Gender or sex had very little to do with it.

Of course, this might be the result of two of her best friends being boys.]

What is she hoping you'd learn from that magazine, exactly?

[destinyembrace]

Nope. Tropical island. Never got cold enough to snow. [Oh man, she hopes she gets to see such a planet. She wants to see snow SO MUCH.] I hope I get to see something like that while I'm here.

Yeah, uh. Let's not let Allen near the comms again next time. [Lesson learned. Allen's got some shounen hero martyr complex thing going on and she really doesn't want to have to yell at him again.]

[catamite]

Oh, right.

Because of... blackmail?

[he's trying hard.]

[onlyanapple]

[...Well, shit. ]

And now you have, hooray for you. Go get drunk to celebrate or something.

[Just don't cry. ]

[deshabille]

[Natasha hip-checks the Nunnili a little towards Mal, and she immediately clamps down on anything she can get a hold of - forelegs are fragile, slippery, and unreliable, so she goes for the join of thorax and head, more or less the equivalent of putting it in a headlock. It hisses at her, and she hisses back, almost companionably, then headbutts it. It reels a little, dizzily. She has a very hard head.]

Learned that from my sergeant. You should have time to get the rest of the restraints on now.

[save_the_souls]

I don't know! Maybe she thinks it'll convince me to date again? Or it'll make me more suitable to date?

[He gives a big exasperated shrug] I think she's just on a matchmaker craze again.

[onlyanapple]

I don't know, Allen. It's not like her new boyfriend is the kind to cause random fights with other people or suchlike. That's what usually kept her busy before. Now, she mostly has you and your love life - or lack thereof.

[heresyandlace]

[a light, airy laugh that is really almost a giggle. it's obnoxious.]

Is that a threat?

[he sounds almost delighted about it.]