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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[redactions]

​​​​[ HEY it was worth a try. He doesn't seem to linger on the nostalgia or mind terribly that she's not definitively interested in anything yet, just radiates contentment as he scurries to fetch fresh spoons for the new samples. ]

Sure. Here, this tastes a little like mint. This one might be nutmeg? Have a go.

[redactions]

Done with the beach.

​​​​[ The ships, he honestly doesn't mind — he doesn't require space. The Army took care of any remaining need for comfort or privacy, and he only needs this. ]

You? Used to open air?

[hellofist]

[Yeah, she knew he would make it. Would have waited all night, because Zhas isn't the type to give up a challenge like this.

She's not sure what the X is all about and that second one makes even less sense, but it hardly matters when Zhas is scaling the tree right after she gets that text. A sign of his victory, maybe. Really doesn't matter, because now he's here and she smiles at him as he gets settled.]

Was timing you. That's probably a record.

why is this sad it feels sad

[hellofist]

[His pleading look gets a smile in return. This is cute.

The sweetheart thing is new, but she kind of likes that too.]

It's okay. Think you... can keep up?

[hellofist]

Want someone to... come get you?

[Because of the storm, but she won't say that out loud. Everyone is entitled to their fears and it wouldn't be kind to point his out so blatantly. She slides the water to him, sits down across from him.]

You'll get sick. Drink this.

[hellofist]

Maybe.

[There probably is, and Cass can guess the meaning pretty easily, but the way she tucks her hands behind her back should probably make it pretty clear she doesn't want to be the keeper.]

Matches your other ones, though.

[hellofist]

Not sure. They look like... paper. Colored paper. Come in cans.

[And Cass will just... reach into the tank and pull that coconut out.]

This is trash.

[theboogieman]

[the X may never get explained. he's sure not going to mention it.

his expression is nondescript as usual, but his posture says he's pleased with himself. shoulders hunched up a little more than necessary, keeping down his interest while he looks at her.

so what'd she call him up here, for? she has a thing for him?]

[hellofist]

[She scoots a little closer to him so she won't have to stretch quite as far to hand over a bottle of liquor.]

Helped someone earlier. Got this, as reward. Figured, could share it.

[preformthisneigh]

[He'll give a little salute. ]

Okey dokey artichokey!

[touchofrogue]

Rogue had been doing her best to get back into a groove and let the whole thing go when Natasha spoke -- and she heard a record scratch in her head. What the hell? Had she even said anything?

Rogue did not take well to people making assumptions about her, and she further did not appreciate being told what she may or may not recognize. As she had learned through agonizing experience, a person's memories, their thoughts, their choices were more meaningful in who it is that they were than anything else, and she firmly guarded her autonomy.

...which is probably what she's tryin' ta do too, if you give yourself a second to think, Rogue. You're obviously not the only one who recognized her that she didn't remember. Try to think.

So Rogue did, though not for too long. She could let some things go, but she still was who she was.

"Tell ya what," she said - grunted, really, as the bug-like-thing began struggling with more enthusiasm when Natasha mentioned restraints - with a determined edge of friendliness in her tone, "I won't try an' tell you who you are or who you oughta be, an' you won't try an' tell me what ta think. Deal?"

She gave Natasha a brief smile over the creature as the other woman held onto a pair of its legs. "Nice ta meet ya, Natasha. Those restraints would be welcome, if you've got 'em handy."

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue gives him a lazy mock salute with her new spoon and does just that.

The mint one is... not very minty, but that might be because her mouth is still on fire. The nutmeg-ish one was very pleasant, though, and she could see using that with a couple of the recipes she has stocked in her head to try and make it less... what it was.]

All right. [She leans one gloved hand lazily on the edge of the booth, still far and away from invading anything remotely like his personal space, but definitely taking on a more relaxed posture. Beware.] Let's say a girl was interested in one or two of these spices. What's the current rate of trade?

[pirasea]

[Fenris may have beaten you to that particular milestone, Peal. Blame space Vegas.]

There'd be very little point if it wasn't.

[Who cares about hydration? Not Isabela apparently.]

[pirasea]

Why not? It's been a while since I've drank something for the taste.

[Food? Yes. You can't get drunk off that. Drinks? Not so much.]

[wolfuncaged]

[That gets a huff of a laugh. ]

He's far less preachy at least, I'm not sure about less obnoxious.

[dawnwillcome]

[Cullen pls.]

I happen to know a human who gives lessons. I thought he might indulge me if I were to ask nicely.

[dawnwillcome]

[She would definitely be glad because probably would have drowned. She'll stick with not floating over the water, thank you.]

And still I bet I would be right if I were to guess you haven't been spending much time getting the most out of it.

[lord_wizard]

[Sigh]

When you don't see where it came from, it tends to come as a surprise. In any case, I'm not familiar with the spell. Your first mistake is to assume that magic from every world works the same as yours.

[dawnwillcome]

[As usual, Cole gives her something she has to parse, something to untangle to find the reasoning behind that rarely leaves her with a good response, and something that's much easier. She suspects sometimes it's something he does to give people the option of moving on, or to let them have time to puzzle out his meaning.

But it also might just be his nature, flitting from one thought to the next. She can never be sure, but as she kneels down in the sand beside him it hardly matters. Cole is Cole and she cares for him no matter his meaning.]

It's a shell. Sometimes little animals live inside them, until they grow so large they need to find a new one.

[But after a moment, she realizes she can't stop thinking about Blackwall and the hated song. She has to ask.]

Which one is the Mockingbird song, Cole? Is it one Maryden sings?

[experiencepoints]

Unfortunately, I already know that. Still, no matter the system, someone who can't use fire is kind of sad.

[lord_wizard]

Last night, but we'll get more. Plenty more where that came from. Besides, I assume you'd rather have fresh food.

[He's great at justifying]

[dawnwillcome]

[Her hero.

And really, no one should mind the splashing. Think of his ratings spike!]

Do Teleri come from somewhere near the ocean, then?

[lord_wizard]

[Instead of ignoring or pulling away from that contact, he instead turns his hand to link fingers very lightly with Vanyel. It's still a small thing, but the contact is very comforting, and he doesn't otherwise acknowledge it.]

If sweet is another word for odd, yes.

[lord_wizard]

[He crosses his arms]

Considering I've never been struck by lightning, I wouldn't know. Have you?

[wolfuncaged]

[He gives a soft shrug. ]

I have been working, that is enough for me. I'm not inclined towards relaxing for the stake of it.