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

[experiencepoints]

[She takes it with a grateful nod.]

Well, no one's keeled over yet, and I haven't had to break out the healing magic, either. So it's not immediately fatal.

[coppermarigolds]

Maker, I hope not.

[She laughs a little, self-conscious and tired.]

Actually, I could get used to this.

[tothefly]

They make magic for food poisoning?

[She doesn't blink an eye at it. One, she's already seen plenty of evidence of its existence so far, and two, why not? Seems like half the people she's met here have some weird thing going for them. Probably why Atroma grabbed them.]

Not immediately fatal. That mean you're expecting side effects later?

[coppermarigolds]

... how... oddly primitive.

[She blinks at herself.]

I can't believe I'm saying that about this sort of place. Spaceships and bugs and... they're bartering for shiny rocks. I don't know.

[coppermarigolds]

Well. That sounds like a wonderful idea. I won't say no to that.

[She loves this idea. She really, really does.]

You don't mind if I borrow it, do you?

[faithfulwisdom]

A. Who let the Finwean play with fire?

[It really shouldn't be any surprise to those who know Finrod well that he throws himself wholeheartedly into helping the Nunnilis. He's efficient too, able to gather enough of the fungus to start what quickly turns into a small bonfire on the beach.

Go big or go home.]

B. This sure is more fun than his most memorable to the beach!

[But Finrod isn't working the entire time they are planet side. He is half Teleri, after all; he couldn't resist the sea if he tried.

It doesn't take him long to don the provided swimsuit and make his way to the beach, wandering along the coastline, loanging on the sand, and even diving in for a swim now and then- and he's not going to be shy about pulling in any friends he sees sitting on the side lines either. This is one of his elements and he's going to soak it up while he can. Obligatory fanservice pic]

C. A musical interlude

[The weather is usually pleasant and, when he's not gathering fungus to burn or helping the natives in other ways, Finrod has little too little to occupy his time. These two things together lead to long strolls in the evening, often with his harp in hand.

He strums idly as he walks, sometimes picking out a tune, sometimes just playing with arrangements.]

[thezerothlaw]

I do understand that the local cuisine is well thought of. As you must eat, surely it would be beneficial to enjoy it?

[He assumes it's not much like the processed, yeasty food of Earth. But he's no judge.]

[experiencepoints]

Well, if it causes damage, I can heal that, anyway.

[She shrugs lightly, and sips at her drink.]

It's been about four weeks, and I'm still expecting this whole place to turn out to be a hallucination from finally losing my mind. At this point, I can't tell you what to expect.

[save_the_souls]

Nightingale...that's a pretty name.

I wish we could've met under better conditions.

[experiencepoints]

... Thanks.

[She's looking away and turning lightly red... her name is kind of important to her.]

Me too. But 'better conditions' would probably be not here, so...

C

[ino]

[ She was just heading back to the ship for the night, but she can't help but make a detour when she hears the pretty music. And she's a little surprised to see who's responsible for it. The elf from the Bishop, wasn't he? She'd at least seen him around in her frequent trips to check on the Hamadas and Belthazar. ]

Wow, didn't know you were a music guy.

[hearsthesea]

[The joke goes over Shirley's head, obviously, but the lack of injury is pretty hard to miss.]

I thought you said they hurt you?

[hearsthesea]

I'll be all right. Surely it can't be much worse than fighting monsters, can it?

[geonomy]

[He tilts his head back to look at her, curiosity on his expression.]

Envious?

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[unconfines]

And she didn't think that was romantic? Remind me to scrap that book of poems I was writing you.

[That's not a thing. He's slightly distracted while he says it (and more than slightly whiny), pushing hair messily back from his forehead. The trees overhead groan with the weight of the wind whistling through them, he can feel rain drops starting to hit his face sideways, and Anders heaves what can only be called the most melodramatic sigh probably ever.]

Our only hope is a conveniently placed cliffside or a particularly roomy palm frond, is it? [He reaches to take Hawke's hand, and laces their fingers loosely together. Brightly:] In that case, it's every man for himself! See you on the other side.

[He squeezes Hawke's hand once, cups the side of his face so that he can press a kiss to his cheek, then drops both so that he can better take off through the brush. Which he does, with a hop over a root and some struggling with the fabric of his trousers in a nearby bush.

(This is also melodrama for melodrama's sake, he isn't about to leave Hawke behind in the now soggy jungle wilderness, but everyone best believe he's booking it.)]

[geonomy]

[And keep up he does. He shields his eyes against the rain with one hand, precious visor held in the other, and looks out at the dark clouds that just seemed to appear out of nowhere.]

Nah, definitely not my thing. Never been much of a rain guy! [Sure, his world - his state, rather, is always in desperate need of rain, but rain clouds mean covering up the sky, and he doesn't appreciate that.]

I'm Clay, by the way. You're a life saver, Natasha!

1/3

[geonomy]

[...]

2/3

[geonomy]

[snrrRRRK]

[experiencepoints]

That you can think that way.

3/3

[geonomy]

[Oh god, Ino, you've killed him. How dare you.

Or, rather, Clay just falls flat to his back, laughing his ass off with his arms around his stomach. That is just - Oh man - ]

A stripper?! [HOWLING]

[ino]

[ She's still giggling ]

Yeah, like, no way, right? He was so offended. But that was how everyone knew him for awhile.

[hearsthesea]

[She's not leaving! Shirley only has so much room to spare for further distress, though, so she focuses on reaching the shore as quickly as she can. Just another minute, if she doesn't get caught first--

A quick look behind her says the gap between her and the creature is still growing, but Vima may note that the creature hasn't given up yet. Hunger or no, the shiny thing still has its attention.]

[geonomy]

Are you serious? [His voice is pretty high-pitched now from the fact that he's still got laughter he's having a hard time holding back just to talk.] How - How did they - A stripper?!

[ino]

I don't know! I think it was Crowley, or maybe that one crazy girl who was really into him that started it. Either way, it was super embarrassing for him.

C

[faithfulwisdom]

[And he's seen her around the Bishop enough to know that she has friends there. He offers a friendly smile and a low chuckle in response.]

I am no bard, by any means. But one must find some way to pass the time.