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

[mortalcoil]

[he's squinting because he's got sand all over half of his face and it's in his eyewrap and hair, but he's apparently still got more life to him than he should.

immediately, he flattens his weight against the ground and tries to twist his arm to keep Zhas from getting a good grip on it. and then one foot comes up to try and push him away by--and get sand all over--whatever part of Zhas he can.

with his other hand, he's signing. badly. trying desperately to insist that he can walk.]

[onlyanapple]

I'm not deaf, and you're missing the point of a figure of speech.

[mortalcoil]

[Coil manages to stay on his feet... mostly by clinging onto Robin.

hanging onto the arms on either side of him, he watches his own feet until they're solidly under him again. which means he pretty much rests his forehead on Robin's chest as he looks down and frowns.

and he's frowning because his shoes are barely on his feet. he doesn't remember why the laces are all totally pulled open--did he take them off at some point--but they're all crooked and wrong.

so, he's just going to hang there for a minute and... shuffle his feet around and stomp them a little, trying to get his shoes on properly again.]

[tothefly]

Could be wierder. They could all be talking ponies with accordions.

Still had electricity, in your world? Just supplemented with magic?

[tothefly]

[The confetti is a surprise. It shouldn't be. But it is. And now there's confetti stuck in her hair, and confetti floating in the rest of her drink, and here's Natasha just.....looking at the pony, linefacing as hard as she can.]

Really??

[No, really. Really.]

[experiencepoints]

Don't remind me...

Yeah. Well, some of it was magic. But we had a lot of other power sources, too- Do you know what a 'turbine' is?

[tothefly]

Everyone on my ship got a special delivery in their lockers, courtesy of Atroma and viewers everywhere. The robot got a shiny gold Speedo. Apparently, the viewers like the retro 50s look for me.

[And the retro 50s look certainly likes her. It also hides a decent number of scars. The only one really visible is the tiny, round pink circle on her left shoulder, the matching slightly larger circle on her back.

She has no idea which ship is his, but hangs back towards his side after the first few steps, assuming he'll take the lead.]

[tothefly]

[The pain is minimal right now, but that's thanks to adrenaline and rising anger, anger that finds itself directed at the dumbass standing and squinting down at her, completely ignoring the guy coming at him from his right. Natasha swears in Russian, pushes to her feet and shoves Coil to the side, away from the bar and the guy about to smash a bottle over his head. Instead, the bottle smashes on the bar, and Natasha's left fist finds his solar plexus, following through by smashing his head into the bar when he doubles over. She might be cradling her right arm to her chest, but she's still doing just fine--though judging by the looks on the faces around her, it might be time to make an escape.

Whirling, she checks for more combatants, looking to see where the kid ended up in the process. If she didn't at least drag him out of here, she'd have no one to blame for this whole mess. No one except herself. she should have known better.]

[preformthisneigh]

[If Cheese has noticed that he's stretching the fragile walls of her reality, he doesn't seem interested in making it known. He just keeps grinning insanely at her.]

Really really!!! Good job, you! Not everypony gets it right away.

[catamite]

It's really cute.

[he hands out the compliment easily, though he's still distracted--by the ocean, by the look of the new planet, by things happening around him. and it takes him a second of slowing down to automatically match her pace... before he realizes he's supposed to be leading.

right, okay. they need to backtrack a little bit, and then the ship is right nearby.]

So, it's probably just right in my locker if they sent me anything?

[mortalcoil]

[by that point, the kid is half leaning on the bar, half wobbling on his feet, and eyeing the big guy who had originally grabbed him.

said large man is hanging back, but growling insults at him and looking like he probably won't be hesitating for long. this foreign kid did mess up his shoulder and kick out his buddy's knee. so, they are not a popular pair of people at the moment.

leaving would be an excellent idea.]

[tothefly]

[He laughs, and she smiles just a little. He's a puppy, if anything. Friendly, eager. She doesn't really mind it.]

New York's got traffic, too, sure. But you don't really need a car to get around. The subway gets you everywhere you need to go.

So you'd never left, before this little vacation? Born and raised in LA?

[tothefly]

[She smirks a little at the knock, his stubborn refusal to talk. Reminds her a little of the other kid, even if this one seems a little less like a sociopath, a little less dangerous. Only a little.

Activating her own shuttle, Natasha readies, watching the horizon. Out near the reef in the distance, a school of fish plays, one occasionally flying high out of the air in a glimmering arc to sail back into the depths.]

Next fish that flies. When it hits the water.

[She's watching, revs the ship's engines, waits--and when that fish flies, lands, she takes off, sailing out towards the reef and sliding smoothly into the depths, not checking to see where he is.]

[thezerothlaw]

His planet is home to many different sapient species. Such a thing is unprecedented in my experience. My experience is admittedly limited, as I am now realising.

[coppermarigolds]

Between you and me, I think he's actually less obnoxious as an abomination.

[She flashes a faint smile.]

[thezerothlaw]

[Daneel falls silent. This is a whole new concept for him.]

Then perhaps I should take some time to satisfy my curiosity about the local ecosystem and community.

[coppermarigolds]

[She shakes her head.]

Then you're lucky. I'd take on all the dragons and giant spiders in the Free Marches if it meant no more Blights.

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel reaches out and hesitantly picks up a plate with a rather aesthetic arrangement of green on it, setting it in front of him, then looks over when there's movement beside him. He smiles a bit, giving a nod of greeting.]

Hey, Tek. [He sort of gestures at himself; he's visibly pink from the sun.] Yeah, you know, surface burns consume a lot of calories, so I figured I better replenish. Most of this is like... algae, right? [He pokes at the food on the plate in front of him.] Maybe I'll be able to photosynthesize if I eat it, whaddaya think?

[coppermarigolds]

They're a race of people. Very tall, muscular, greyish skin and horns, usually. They have a religion that dictates everyone's role.

[She's dismissive. If she ever sees one again it will be too soon.]

[got_it_memorized]

[He's kicking some ashes to the side when he sees Riku approaching, his arms full of roots, and he gives a wave.]

Hey, there you are, you caught up pretty fast! [He gestures to the dozen or so scorchmarks in his wake.] I found they're a lot easier to pull up if you do it before you burn 'em, so I didn't wanna make more work for ya. [He gestures at the roots in Riku's arms.] You can drop those and I'll take care of them. And don't worry about it, it's not like Fire is that much work.

[He furrows his brow a little, searching Riku's face. He looks uncomfortable for some reason.]

You okay?

[child_of_bhaal]

[she controls her own smile, because she knows she can get a bit over excited, and she doesn't want to change his mind by overwhelming him.]

Yes. All right. I already know the motion for Cassandra.

[She make the motion that Coil had used in the cave, drawing a finger along her cheek. It's a far gentler motion than he used though.]

[tothefly]

They must stand out in a crowd.

[Greyish skin reminds her of the Chitauri. No horns on them, but armor and bony protrusions didn't make them all that difference. The religion thing is new, though.]

I take it you aren't a fan.

[Just assuming, based on Aveline's tone.]

[zessica]

[Well, that's a thing.] Huh. [She lays back, closing her eyes against the sun.]

All right, then. Do you use the couch for a bed or what?

[tothefly]

[He doesn't look like he's going to be much help. Hell, he doesn't look like he can walk, and now she's really pissed. Luckily, half the guys seem to be down, and the other half are at least a little wary, psyching themselves up to have another go. She's left at least two of them with broken bones, and honestly she'd like to do more in exchange for her own possibly--probably--broken arm, but right now she needs to go. They need to go.

And it doesn't look like he's making it out under his own volition.

Cursing again, she shoves away from the bar again, grabbing him by the collar and leaning in close.]

Can you walk on your own, or am I dragging your ass out of here?

[coppermarigolds]

[She shakes her head.]

A shipful of qunari washed up in Kirkwall some years back. The Chantry had plenty of sermons about them. A handful of criminals converted to the Qun and hid out among them. Someone killed the Viscount's son and tried to frame the qunari. The Arishok responded by killing the Viscount and attempting to seize the entire city.

[Aveline rubs the bridge of her nose.]

And I was guard captain. Qunari mean headaches, in my experience.