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JULY PLANET MINGLE

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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... You really never noticed that?

Why would I?

[SHRUG.]

[ Hawke quietly unlocks an achievement!

Anyway, normal sunlight he's used to handling, just ...the only tropical environment in Thedas is on the other side of the continent, and he is no Antivan. Thus: one must burn before tanning, sort of like that old maxim about beer and liquor. ]

Sunshine is illegal where I come from. [ He paraphrases narrative, ridiculously. ] Can't have anything detracting from the eternal atmosphere of doom and gloom.

Because it's totally obvious ...

Beverly can understand her reaction somewhat. They may not have protein vats at home, but replicators mean the meat Beverly eats rarely comes from actual animals either. "As far as I know, it's freshly caught fish. If that bothers you, we don't have to go there! They do some pretty inventive things with algae as well, no meat involved."

[they've hung out and talked about books once, so that makes them buddies, in Nel's mind. he doesn't bother with a greeting or a warning to announce his approach when he sees her chilling with a book on the beach.

he just ambles on up to her side--gnawing on a bit of rind from something like a coconut, with a little sunburn backing up all his freckles--and peers down at the cover of her book for a moment, to see if he recognizes it.]

--Ooh, is that from the library? Is it any good?

[Natasha sees the look, but says nothing. She has made the choice to wear this, after all, and she's well aware of how she looks. Sometimes, people notice. It's interesting to note that he's one of them, though.]

The list of things that probably can't kill you, or the list of things you're going to try?

[She slides her glass towards him.]

Edited 2015-07-20 20:05 (UTC)

A: Beach

[Pearl does not seem to really notice the picturesque scenery around her and instead, she's hanging out in the shade, a large piece of obsidian in one hand and a rock in the other. There's a large pile of the volcanic rock in the sand next to her, along with a few finished dagger blades. The one she's working on right now seems to be larger, however.

She might be, quite literally, the antithesis of fun.]

B: Work

[she's got to get all that rock from somewhere. So it looks like she's working on some engineering project or another. She's already got her clipboard in hand and is bossily telling workers where to place building materials and using her hologram powers to guide them into putting objects into the exact spot she wants.]

No, no. You need to put that two more centimeters to the right. Your other right.

C: Anything else

[you could find her staring blankly off into the horizon when she runs out of things to do. There is little enough tech here and she's not exactly invested in any of these aliens.

And all this beach only reminds her of home.]

[ He's thankful for the lack of cuts this time. Less to have to patch up later, and to him it meant he was becoming less rusty. Too many months of sitting practically idle on a spaceship was making him feel his edges dull. Even if this isn't the same as fighting, at least it was something. So even if he's a bit worn by the end, he seems well, it's a content worn.]

It doesn't seem like it. The fungus has had some time to take root here, it seems.

[BLESS]

Oh... [Another crack of thunder works its way through the clouds above, and Megaman looks back down to the man beside him as the words actually sink in. Safety. Right. Right...he deflates a bit.] Yes, that's--that's a good idea! I mean, the probability of us actually getting struck by lightning isn't very high, but...I guess it is very windy out here!

[He puffs a bit of a laugh, trying (and failing) to wipe off the water accumulating at the rim of his helmet with a free hand as he follows Daneel, peering around at their actual location for the first time.] You think there's a cave somewhere near here, though...? Wow, all this water is making it pretty hard to see anything!

Edited (rims brims idk waves hands) 2015-07-20 20:28 (UTC)

It must be...

[And here he thought that was just a silly story. Go figure]

They took the sword my, uh- [jeez how do you explain Teresa to a near stranger?] - Well, my mother left me. So I hope we'll get a chance to get our stuff back, myself.

[Felix nodded in agreement, feeling the foreign but delightful sensation of wet sand and warm sun. The seasons room at the castle had been a masterful stand-in, but there was something more solid about the real thing. Perhaps because the beach there had been a bit too idealized, whereas here the imperfection made it more solid. Maybe it was all in the smell - from the spray of water to the peaty undertones of the algae that was everywhere. Not at all like that illusion.]

It's true. I remember the first time I saw the ocean, back home, after most of my life far inland. I thought the world was going to open up a swallow me whole...

[Of course, most of that was buried under the miasma of his insanity, and even the mood boost can't contain a small chill. He visibly shakes this off, and smiles]

I suppose one gets used to the idea after awhile. Though don't try to get me on a boat.

Edited 2015-07-20 20:25 (UTC)

... I hope so. Mine's not nearly as special as yours, but I'll still never get a chance to get my hands on equipment like that again as long as I live.

[She looks away for a moment, eyebrows scrunching together in concentration as an idea strikes her.]

Though... I think that might mean something important.

Hm? You mean it's special because it came from a dragon's hoard and you'll probably never do that again? That makes sense.

... Why wouldn't it be?

[Aren't you a vampire. Aren't you made of 'not right' and 'coming back to life'.]

It was a really strong staff, yeah.

But... If the Atroma are so powerful, why do they need to take away our weapons?

[and you know what, being herded out of danger's way suits Nel just fine. he'd been doing so well at watching for signs of bad weather... but there's only so much you can do when you fall asleep in the comfy warm shade of a tree on the beach, after enjoying a couple of alcoholic algae-drinks. it isn't until the wind really picks up that he wakes up at all, and is then left kind of stunned and panicking as the grey rain begins to fall.

so, thank goodness for some direction. he's startled but thankful when someone (questionably still dressed in ridiculous beach clothes?) takes his arm.]

O-okay! Do you... know where to go??

[guess they're working together to fix this house, huh?

Pearl has a clipboard in hand as she stares at this (smallish) roof that looked like had happened to blow right off. And then was trampled by a horde of fungified Nunnulis.]

Do you think you can lift that up? [and she's on her hands and knees, peering underneath all the wood and thatching.] I think there's an important structural component under there.

→ A: ship
[Coil is not having fun. as soon as a clear view of the blue planet fills the windows, he visibly balks... and retreats. into the lab he goes, far from any windows or hatches, and struggles to distract himself with his work there.

and that's where he's going to stay, really, for as long as he can get away with it. as long as they are orbiting or parked on the planet, Coil is nothing but tense and distracted, busying around and staying strictly to the inner-most areas of the ship.

there go his plans to keep his distance for a while...]

→ B: storms
[one way or another, once he's finally made the transition from ship to shore, he stays as far away from said shore as possible. and maybe with the threat of the ocean all around, he's not taking the weather situation very seriously. he's too busy trying to get what he can accomplished while he's on land to worry about a little storm.

which is how he ends up fleeing to nearby caves, soaking wet and not really watching to see if said caves are already occupied.]

→ C: bad decisions
[and how does he get back to his ship, which is parked right near the terrifying beach, you might ask? the answer is that he makes some pretty bad decisions in order to be able to do so.

after some extensive research, he finds a bar that is willing to overserve someone who might not be old enough to drink on other worlds... and there, he settles down to the very important task of mechanically working his way through enough drinks to render him senseless. so, anyone happening by this particular bar might find a thoroughly intoxicated kid with one eye failing at his attempts to text someone on his communicator.

...he may be doomed.]

→ D: everywhere else
[when he's panicking about the water, or huddling pitifully in the caves, Coil can be found only in the interior-most regions of the islands. he stays far from any beaches, looks edgy and a little horrified whenever an algae pool is within sight, but he is at least trying to get something accomplished. he's helping out with the bugs where he can--especially since he has useful restraining equipment in his laboratory now--as well as collecting samples, exploring the dwelling cliffs, and doing what small odd-jobs he can for the locals.

even when he's deeply involved in some task, however, he still looks... a little distressed. because the ocean is still nearby. he can't get away from it. he's going to drown.]

Maybe to you, but that's where I'm from. I wouldn't think about it like that.

A lap after to make sure?

[ He is turning toward the area they hadn't traveled yet, debating what he should test with fire next. A barrier like spell? He could alter that to killing biting insects after. ]

... We could work out how to get levitation to work for you, and double check from above as well?

[Pearl jumps a bit at the sudden stranger bursting into the cave, and then jumps again when thunder booms directly overhead.]

You look half drowned. [~~wow, you're super observant, Pearl.~~ Geez, did the storm just start?

Though she seems to be ignoring the large white bubble floating next to her. It's got a clipboard in it, though the papers seem to be a little damp. At least it's giving off a little bit of light.]

A fair enough assumption. It is daunting, at first.

_{[ Hard to believe that quite so much water exists, that hard as you
strained your eyes you might see nothing else along the other end. There
was no end. Only blue sky meeting blue water. ]}

Believe you me, I have no desire to go out so far. I do not much like it on a lake, I think I shall like it far less out there.

_{[ He sipped at his drink and glanced at Felix. ]}

I am glad you came out to enjoy it though. I thought it a shame for you to remain hidden away in the ship the whole time.

[Wow, that does sound pretty amazing! And really, what's the worse that could happen? Natasha's got it all planned out. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity to face her fears head on. Surely Deanna would approve of that.

She takes a step back towards Natasha and the edge of the cliff. Just don't look down and you'll be fine!]

I do.

[She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.]

I can do this. Now or never, right?

Yes, we can not be to careful with this sort of thing.

_{[ Vanyel walked with him, though his own fire spells were a fair sight
more straight forward. ]}

Hah, I suppose we might try, though it could simpler for you to go up and direct me to spots.

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