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!]

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[savedtheworld]

[Aang gives one of his brightest smiles as he sees the penguin swimming alongside him.]

PENGUIN!

Um... I'm fine, really! This is a normal trip for me. I gotta find some really big creatures to ride!

[tothefly]

Qunari are another nationality, in your world?

[She's a curious type by nature, and now seems as good a time as any to ask. Never know when the knowledge might be useful.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue walks closer, coming up to the front of the booth. Her balance still has not completely recovered, and there is something slightly off about her gait, as though she is used to compensating for a weight that is no longer there. She holds out a gloved hand.

She doesn't not look at his arm again, but she's not sneaking glances at it either.
...though give her long enough, and she might just come out and ask. She's found it's easier that way, sometimes.]

I heard somethin' about free samples?

[redactions]

​​​​[ Sniper's eyes, never miss a thing. His first thought upon noticing is that it might be pain, but it doesn't seem that way. It's more like having a stranger attached to your body, and he has that all down his left side. ]

That you did.

​​​​[ He moves over to a large flat platform, with several spoons and small bowls. ]

Here we go. ​​​​[ he points to one that's dark red, and gives her a spoon. ] How about it?

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue gamely takes the spoon with a 'here goes nothing' expression and boldly dunks it in for her fair share of spice. She smells it first, then samples. Her eyes widen, pleased.]

Not bad, Brooklyn. [in fact, she coughs] It's even got some back kick to it.

[tothefly]

[That's a shifty face. Natasha knows shifty faces and what they mean. It's half of her job to know. She doesn't really comment on said shiftiness, though, instead resting an elbow on the table, propping her chin on her hand.]

Everyone gets magic? That doesn't sound very common. Most of the other magic users I've talked to gave me the impression it was a rare gift. Or a curse, depending on your perspective.

[tothefly]

[The creatures bobbing patiently beneath them look like a cross between oversized manta rays and sailfish, with a personalities like cows, more or less. Trained for transportation, their instructor had said. Good for getting around the islands. It had looked like fun.

She flexes her bare toes against rubbery green skin, runs fingers over a leathery sail, then shoots him a wicked grin.]

Really? Remind me to ask you out dancing next time we're in civilization, then.

[tothefly]

Relax. Pretty sure ratings are better if we all stay pretty, so I wouldn't expect anything too horrifying from it.

[Yes, definitely smiling. The expression only gets clearer at his words, and she looks past him at the bartender, signaling for another drink for herself, and something pink and fruity-looking for him. That has something suspiciously resembling a tiny umbrella in it.]

You might like this one better. No algae, just local fruit.

[tothefly]

[Have a lifted glass in your direction, Jinx, and a raised brow.]

Find anything fun to do, besides stealing drinks?

[redactions]

​​​​[ His expression twists into a grumpy little scowl, which softens as her smile stays. At least she's getting something out of his misery. ]

Bottoms up to this too, then.

​​​​[ But he sips it cautiously, and smiles at her, savouring the taste. ]

Hey, not bad. Kinda tastes like grapefuit?

[experiencepoints]

Yeah, it seems like my world was an outlier in a lot of ways. The way I hear it, a world that has both magic and internet was a pretty rare thing.

[tothefly]

[A fair answer. The right decision doesn't have to mean happiness.]

So being Chosen is how a Herald is selected? And those with Gifts that are less direct tend to fill support roles? How much of the population is Gifted?

[He's always welcome to ask her questions of his own, of course. He might even get answers. If he's really lucky, they might even be honest ones.]

[experiencepoints]

It sounds weird.

That's the plan. Do you know a place close by?

[tothefly]

[Hey, look! Vocalization! She's mighty impressed. So impressed that she arches her eyebrows at him as he whirls, and the sound of her laughter follows that middle finger into the shuttle.

Shaking her head, Natasha turns to her own shuttle, settling into the pilot seat and cueing up communications between their ships. She doesn't know much past the basics about these things, honestly, not yet, but a little trip under the sea she can manage. A little race around the islands. What could go wrong?]

Ready when you are.

[catamite]

[he looks back out at the ocean and is just visibly fretting.]

All I've ever heard about is how dangerous it is. There's like... water that sucks you out into the middle of nowhere, and sharks, and just...

I can't believe it's right there.

[catamite]

[it doesn't take much, apparently. even a question like that gets him to shrug up his shoulders in uncertainty.]

No way... I kind of maybe didn't think it was actually a real thing.

[mortalcoil]

[the guy is swinging from Coil's blind side now, and he is way too wasted to compensate for it, so he's going to get hit.

--not before his striking arm carries through to whip up toward the guy's throat, though. it's probably a good thing that he's clumsy and wrecked right now, so no one has to deal with the drama of a collapsed windpipe. the big guy is going to end up only stunned and choking, as Coil is clobbered over to the side.]

[stickupherforehead]

I could do that forever. [with the right people]

But well, being forced into it kind of takes something away, doesn't it?

[destinyembrace]

At least not without consulting the rest of the crew. [Thinking about it is enough to make her blood pressure rise a bit. That could have been so so so bad. It's only obvious in the way her hands clench against her legs.] I guess we know for next time, if there is one. Maybe we should just let Beverly do the talking?

[catamite]

[he follows, but looks immediately alarmed, and drags his feet just a little.]

But-- isn't it dangerous??

[destinyembrace]

Oh?

[She kneels down next to him, craning her head to get a look of what was inside the magazine.]

You don't want to?

[catamite]

You must really like reading, huh?

[and he... kind of looks her over, as if he's just now realizing what she's wearing.]

Is that all you do? [--and it's actually a genuine question, coming from him. not pointed at all.]

[openhands]

[Cassandra is a little more accustomed to sentiments like that either being sarcastic or simply left unsaid. She thinks, perhaps, she ought to be used to it from Mal by now. Mal certainly doesn't ascribe to the need for a filter in most situations, anyway. And yet, she cannot help but flush a little, even with as casual as Mal is about saying what she's saying. Especially so, actually.]

Cumberland is no different than most ports, certainly no different than any other Nevarran city. It's noisy, you can barely walk two steps before running into someone trying to sell you something, the rich keep to themselves, and by Nevarran standards, it's a beautiful, ornate city with statues of heroes past in every courtyard. Truthfully, Cumberland has grown so large that in some parts of the city, you wouldn't even know the ocean were nearby.

But you can almost always smell it even if you can't hear or see it. [The smell of city of Cumberland is saturated in the smell of saltwater. So much so that the closer you are to the docks and the shore, the more it becomes more than scent and becomes a taste.] You would probably prefer life on the ships though, not a port like Cumberland.

[There's plenty to see and do, sure, and Mal could certainly get herself into more trouble than she knows what to do with, but it wouldn't be her taste, Cassandra doesn't think. She wouldn't like the wealthier districts with the way guards look at you as though you are criminal if you are not blatantly either nobility or a higher class merchant. She may feel more at home in the poor districts than that, but she wouldn't be satisfied to stay put, in that one place. Cassandra believes Mal is a lot like her. They each have a home in the vague sense of the word, but there is a wanderlust to each of them. A difficulty in remaining in one place for too long whether it's because of a voracious curiosity or bound duty that motivates them to keep moving.]

The crews are family to one another and they must be. Some, I believe, have this romantic idea about sailing, but it's dangerous. No matter how many times a crew has taken the same route to the same destination, it's always dangerous. There are pirates to contend with and the weather can turn in an instant. Even when it's quiet though, there's always something to do. The crews have a great deal of work to keep the ship on its course. Ships are always in motion with few exceptions.

You're surrounded by the ocean though while you're out there. You don't just smell or taste it in the air, or even simply hear it. You also feel it beneath you. It forces you to learn how to walk again with the way it rolls against the ship.

[openhands]

No. It's not.

[People like Zhas and Coil should be subjected to some form of law, a measure of control. But there will be none of that here.]

[destinyembrace]

[VICTORY.]

That's great! And no fish, pinky swear! At least, not in sight. There'll probably be a few pounds shoved in the freezer.

[The wheels in her head begin turning as she plans out this dinner.] I'll have to figure out something to go with it. Is there anything else you don't like or are allergic to? [The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally send Fenris into anaphylactic shock.]