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

[nextlineis]

[Joseph arches a brow.]

I've got a chance to eat fresh food right here, [he says, tapping his finger on the bar,] and you expect me to go settle for that shit?

Man, I didn't think you were all that bright, but I didn't think you were this bad off.

[experiencepoints]

I'm smart enough to not piss off the cook. Enjoy starving, then.

[She actually seems quite mad, now...]

[mylegacy]

[He still doesn't quite get it, but he can sense that something's off now. The sun seems colder than it was. For a few moments he just buries his fingers in the cool sand, trying not to remember what it felt like to lose so much blood he couldn't feel his fingers anymore.]

[Then, quietly enough that it can be ignored if Joseph wants to:] I would.

[Maybe it's a little cruel, but - it's good to know that someone would miss him if he wasn't here.]

[Sand cascades from the palm of one hand to the back of the next. He's barely working on the castle at all now.]

You should have built the Air Supplena tower, you know. [Because changing the subject always helps.]

B

[delincuente]

[There's a small kick-up of sand as Alex flops down in the sand near him, stretching out on her stomach like a lazy cat. She eyes Allen through a pair of oversized sunnies, looking a bit impressed both by the scars and the ink. Her own scrap of a bathing suit hides just as little, though she tries to at least cross her arms in front of the deep scar down her chest.]

Hmm, I have a feeling you're not doing that for the tan. Way to go, Walker.

[nextlineis]

Please. [He lifts his arm, leaving his elbow on the bar as he levels a finger at you.] Pissing you off is almost as satisfying as getting a good meal.

[radiantwingedone]

Yes.

[ Now it's just thinking about small variables. He can cast two or three spells at once, which would be best for conversion into sky lighting explosions? Three come to mind, depending on what he wants. ]

... I'll ask to make sure that's something they find celebratory, and if they have any favored colors, but that should be doable. ... And sudden rain would only stop, as watchers took to shelter, rather than rain ruining the fireworks themselves.

[experiencepoints]

I'm also smart enough to not piss off a mage. Do you want to get knocked out?

[wilder]

You are?

[That surprises him. Honestly, he probably should've noticed sooner- what with his enhanced hearing and vision. But then again, who bothers to check to see if every person you talk to is an actual living person now]

[Still, he's noticing all those little differences that should be giveaways that this guy isn't quite human now as he gives Daneel a look]

...Huh.

How about that.

[mylegacy]

I hope you got them all, at least.

[mylegacy]

That's kind of you to think of.

[He wonders now if they could turn this into a big old party. You can't have fireworks without lots of booze, okay.]

Do you always do things for the locals on landfall?

[experiencepoints]

I got a few. And I'm not the only one searching.

[nextlineis]

[He hears it, but he pretends not to. There's enough noise from other people on the beach, the waves, and the light amount of wind to pretend that he didn't hear it. But he hears it. He hears it and he doesn't like it, but he's not going to argue about it. Joseph is only 18 years old and already there feels like there's been far too much struggling, too much fighting in his life. Yet, he supposes, in a lot of ways that's simply part of being a Joestar and that's why the men in his family die so young. So, the last thing he wants to do right now is fight because he's tired of fighting and he ignores it. He ignores it and he lets Caesar change the subject even if it doesn't really fix what's happening between the two of them.]

I don't think I could get that to the right scale. The sand wouldn't hold for it to be tall enough.

[save_the_souls]

[ Allen gives her the briefest of glances before averting his eyes, politely, since he feels it's hella improper to stare at a lady dressed in such a fashion.]

Ah...what gives you that impression?

[Other than the fact he's too British to ever get a tan]

[nextlineis]

You don't want to fight me. I wouldn't hold back just because you're a girl.

[delincuente]

[She shrugs the best that she can while lying on her stomach.]

Well, I can't imagine you lying around half naked for some normal reason.

[Getting money from hypothetical people they have never seen or met is not a normal reason.]

[experiencepoints]

Is that so? I already know what you're capable of.

[Or, she will in a moment, as her eyes glow a light blue as she casts Scan on him.]

u kno

[unconfines]

Ugh.

[This is his delightfully articulate response to the wind whipping up around them, the ends of his hair snapping against the back of his neck. He tents his hands over his head, like that will do absolutely anything to protect him from the rain drops that are starting to fall like someone opened a water main.]

Anyone who waxes poetic about the "splendors of nature" has clearly never actually been in nature before. [Thunder rumbles. It went from cheerfully sunny to dimly threatening in a handful of seconds.] I suppose going back the way we came would be faster. Not that there's much difference between mostly drowned and thoroughly drowned.

[save_the_souls]

But it's a beach. Aren't people supposed to be dressed like this?

[LALALA PRETENDING TO NOT GET WHAT YOU"RE SUGGESTING MISSY]

[thezerothlaw]

[Oh, there are giveaways: no pulse, a tendency to not breathe quite enough if he's not speaking.]

It had occured to me to hide what I am, but I have decided that it isn't necessary, and would likely be a difficult fiction to continue within the ship. In that case, I apologise for having misled you until now.

[mylegacy]

[Caesar gives Joseph a withering look, a mask for the insecurities he's trying not to focus on. His pride won't allow him to bring it up explicitly, but the unresolved tension sings in the air between them, whether either of them say it out loud or not.]

[Anyway: the dirty look is for Joseph's lack of creativity as much as it is for anything else. He picks up a handful of sand and lets it trickle through his fingers to the ground, where it stands in an improbably tall spire, held together with Ripple.]

So cheat.

[delincuente]

Yeah, if they're going swimming, or trying to get laid.

[She picks up a tiny shell, examines it, and then flicks it towards the ocean, nonchalant as fuck.]

[wilder]

[Oh he's giving an apology? Huh. He shrugs]

Hey, whatever man. Not like I asked what you were. All types show up in this fleet.

[Seriously, he didn't really have anything against robots. Tabatha had been cool, so had AI]

But if you're a robot...what's with the speedo?

[hearsthesea]

Right. After what happened last month...

[She takes a long, deep breath and lets it out again.]

It's good, knowing that all of that wasn't for nothing. I hated not being able to do anything for the Nunnilis.

[save_the_souls]

[ Passively! ]

Is that what you're doing?

[delincuente]

Nope.

[She rolls over onto her back then, and stretches her arms behind her head.]

I could use some extra funds too.