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

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, absolutely. [it does not surprise him at all to hear. his excitement dies down a little--or at least shifts into a more manageable form, as his smile turns into a little smirk.] That just makes you a good storyteller. Black-and-white isn't realistic, but it's easy to remember. Those are the ones that get passed on the longest.

[theboogieman]

[Coil's a better patient than their moth--master was, some days... so he doesn't mind. at least this is something he knows how to do. makes sense.

he gets the other side of his face. he takes up one of Coil's hands to try and wipe his fingers off, too--for whatever spit or sand is there. same with the other one.

it's quiet. kind of nice. it'll probably get ruined any moment, but hey.]

[mortalcoil]

[at the moment, Coil isn't thinking about where Robin is taking him. all of his attention is stuck right on what Robin may or may not be implying.

if he was looking for an entertaining reaction, he gets it. Coil looks a little more mortified than he probably needs to be, and he shakes his head! the signing that follows, presumably to explain himself, can't tell Robin much... but the emphatic way that he insists with it probably says plenty.

he really could have just casually shaken his head and left it at that.]

[mortalcoil]

[especially when floating along on an intoxicated cushion, bottled up safe in a little ship instead of out in the world, the routine is soothing. this particular scenario might be new, but the rest of it, when you look at it without focus, is familiar enough to be nice.

he looks even more drunk up close, though--the way every small motion bobs, the dull, delayed blinking. he's useless like this.

even the task of untying his eyewrap, which is something he rarely volunteers to do in the first place, seems like too complicated of a task right now. he'll get it in a second, but it will take a couple of tries.]

[theboogieman]

[he watches her hands moving instead of trying to watch the water. unfortunately, even after a pause, his answer is to shrug at her again. he doesn't know what to say about it. he barely knows how to describe it.

...but a second later, he lifts one of his hands like he's got something to say, maybe, at the tips of his fingers. it makes more sense to him just to spell it, here: F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-E-D.

he clears his throat, quietly, as if he's got to remember how to talk again after being quiet all this time. his voice is as gritty and toneless as always.]

Makes me think about home.

[theboogieman]

[he... thinks of offering, or just doing it for him, but Coil never talks about it, or shows it, and even if he's not going to remember a second of this tomorrow, Zhas would still feel odd if he breached this particular mutual understanding of theirs.

so he lets Coil mess with it himself, and goes back to the sink to run more water over the rag for a second pass.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he laughs again, of course, punishment for Coil's hilarious reaction...]

Come on, calm down. I was just saying... You don't think you should ask for my help anymore, right?

[child_of_bhaal]

[She reaches out and taps him again lightly, this time on the back of the hand.]

Show me 'home'.

[Teaching distracts him. She wants him to keep doing something, keep him from falling into his own head too deeply. Yes, he's sharing, and she's curious, but she's not blind. Whatever he's thinking of has potential of going very badly.

She thinks maybe, she should give him something in return. An even exchange.

'I dream D-E-A-T-H.'

Now she's given a truth too.]

[mortalcoil]

[by the time that Zhas refreshes the rag, Coil has his eyewrap off and wadded up on the table, and is scrubbing a hand over the featureless knot of scarring that marks where his eye used to be.

however he'd normally feel about having the old wound out where anyone could potentially see it, he doesn't seem bothered by it now. he brushes the sand off, and then moves right into clumsily combing his fingers into his hair, trying to shake the sand out of that too.]

[child_of_bhaal]

That's not untrue. People are always changing the stories from how they really happened.

[The way she phrases it says she's talking about her own stories still.]

And then they get disappointed when the real thing doesn't quite meet expectations. [A light shrug here.] Ah well.

[mortalcoil]

[he doesn't nod, because really... it's not that easy of an answer. even if it would be way shorter to just agree and leave it at that, he's really stuck on another part of it. it's the part that he's been stuck on whenever the topic has come up.

so, he tries to explain-- he points off in whatever direction he guesses his ship is in (and the person in it), and then draws fingers away from his own eyes and toward Robin, while shaking his head no.

more than anything, he doesn't want Zhas to see Robin. ever.]

[openhands]

[The Jove part, Cassandra's eyebrows raise fractionally. She's not...entirely sure what to make of or what to do about that whole situation, but she's a little surprised that Elize picked up on it so quickly. She edges away from it carefully.]

I'm sure he'd appreciate a drawing.

[dancingmd]

[She looks surprised by this.] No other languages are spoken? Extraterrestrial life aside, Earth has always had a remarkable variety of languages.

[reproducer]

Kind of, but we don't stay here forever, right? [If he just thinks of it as an involuntary vacation...]

[ino]

[ Well ... not that she knows of, but ... there's no evidence saying that some people WON'T ... ]

No, I don't think so.

[reproducer]

We just have to wait until this show or whatever is over... or get eliminated. I don't know, I don't really watch a lot of TV.

[ino]

I think that's the gist of it, yeah. I don't watch TV either, but that's what I've heard.

[serves]

[He looks at Jove with a small shrug.]

Tomorrow?

[princessia]

[ Elize finds it to be obvious. At least, she's joking about the picture of Jove and doesn't speak anymore of it. It's hard to tell sometimes with how shy she normally is, but she's capable of kidding around too.

She finishes giving her payment to the vendor, then carefully holds the picture frame to her chest. ]

Thank you for the help, Cassandra.

[theboogieman]

[Zhas looks on the way back, but not for long. once he's in front of him, he picks up whichever hand of Coil's is least occupied, puts the rag in his hand, and guides it towards the scarred-up side of his face.

he wants Coil to do that part. it'll help pick up the rest of the sand. if he seems like he's not just going to drop the thing, Zhas will wander away again to get a glass.]

[peacockherald]

He cannot help but laugh, but the sound is warm and pleased and not a little breathless. He leaned his head on Ray's shoulder, humming softly to himself as they swayed, enjoying his solid presence and the lingering tingle of his lips.

"This makes me wish you shared my ship."

[openhands]

Of course. [What else are aunties for, okay.] You'll have to tell me later how much he likes it and what you decided to put inside.

[mortalcoil]

[he's got it. he even nods in unnecessary reassurance as Zhas relinquishes the rag. now that he's sitting down and only has to focus on one little task, he can manage.

even drunk, he's systematic about things--working from his forehead down to his neck, wiping himself down. the wet cloth feels nice, cool and clean, making him feel just a little less grossly poisoned.]

[theboogieman]

[that'll do. they'll get Coil cleaned up in no time.

he comes back with a cup, half-filled with water... offers it to Coil to either get him to drink something, or to have him clean some of that gunk out of his mouth.]

[theboogieman]

[that's an important distinction. he can easily become his own worst enemy, if he's left with those kinds of thoughts for too long.

he's halfway through deciding whether or not he wants to show her that one. it's become kind of a loaded word, lately. but she had more words for him--and he watches, and thinks about it, because he understands the value in sharing things like this.

that's what wakes her up almost every night, huh? ...he can believe it, with the other things she's told him. he nods, just once, and signs for her.

H-O-M-E. he bunches up his fingers, gestures near the edge of his mouth, then his cheek. D-E-A-T-H. a gentle slashing motion with a finger across his throat--exactly what you'd expect.]