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

[bolder]

[He's a glorified mound of dirt.]

The cockpit and the cargo bay specifically! Are they pretty spot on? [The fact that she's asking instead of proudly stating says something about her level of trust in him... despite the stupid that occurred in orbit.]

Seeing on the ship's easy enough, but I wanted to compare it to actual earth. How's it look? I want honesty.

bless you

[bolder]

[If possible, Toph's grin grows bigger.]

Happy to help!

welp

[bolder]

[She gets the gesturing, but she doesn't really... care. At least, she doesn't until she realizes he's not yelling to go along with it.]

What?

[mylegacy]

[He catches up to Joseph, shoves him again, his feet skidding for purchase in the sand. Better, better, much better; nothing happened, nothing will happen, nothing's bothering either of them. Things are as they have always been.]

One time. And it'll be twice tomorrow and three times the next day, until you can't count high enough to count the times I've beaten you. [This grim, solid as a promise, though who knows, really - and then Caesar narrows his eyes and proclaims in a loud, clear voice:]

Your fish. Is shit.

[So there.]

[bolder]

I know it is. [Modesty's for chumps. She waves her hand in front of her face. Blind.] And I can make what I can see. I use earthbending-- I control rocks and the earth. Sand and metal, too.

she's a helper

[experiencepoints]

What do you mean, what? You just started bellowing that you wanted a challenge. Wasn't that what you wanted?

[Okay, maybe not bellowing, but no one can say Nightingale is a stranger to embellishment.]

A

[experiencepoints]

Finally.

[It's not hard to notice someone building weapons, after Nightingale's spent the entire time on the planet searching for one. So, when she finds someone doing just that, she jumps to an obvious conclusion.]

Are you the local weaponsmith?

[... Well, it's a conclusion, anyway.]

[ino]

[ She's still laughing when she responds. ]

I'm not going to hit you for not knowing very many interesting girls.

B

[pain_train]

"It's more complicated than that," she says quietly. "Maybe. I don't know."

Heh. "People that aren't compassionate never realize it's a mistake, I don't think. It's one of those... puzzle things. Like, they don't get why it's important, so they can't get why it's so important, maybe."

"I didn't know that, but it's really cool! I mean, I like having pink hair because... because..." Because? It means she's Wrath. She's not sure how to explain that. "But you shouldn't ever be ashamed of who you are."

or something

[bolder]

For something to make! How is that not clear? [Jeez, lady. Toph's already stomping angrily, reforming her previous works.]

definitely something

[experiencepoints]

I don't know, most of us can't make shit appear out of the ground? Who are you looking to challenge with this?

[She is so tempted to blow it over again, but she's restraining herself.]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph manages to catch himself again, this time with a laugh. He even laughs through all of Caesar's assertions of superiority until the fish gets dragged into it. Then his jaw hangs open for a long moment before he scoffs.]

[He shakes his head gravely.]

When it starts trying to pull you down into the sea, don't say I didn't warn you, Caesar. You should do the right thing and apologize now while you've still got the chance.

[mylegacy]

I'll never apologize to your fish.

[This is the stupidest thing he's ever said. Why is he saying it? Why does he say and do all the most ridiculous things when Joseph's around? It's insane.]

[Huffing, he shoves Joseph away by pushing him in the middle of his forehead.]

Come on, you - you - come on. I thought you said you were hungry.

[And - as reckless, as insane, as impossible as he's feeling - he grabs Joseph by the hand and takes off up the beach before he can think better of it.]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph wrinkles his nose.]

It's hard to tell what you won't hit me for.

[nextlineis]

[All Joseph can really do is just shake his head in mock-disappointment at a Caesar's stubbornness about his fish, as though truly convinced that Caesar will come to regret this clearly terrible decision. But he doesn't get a chance to come back with anything. Before he can even get his mouth open to speak, Caesar catches him off-guard (again) and has a hold of his hand, pulling him along the beach.]

Hey! Wait up!

[Joseph stumbles the first few steps, but once he's got his balance he's good and able to keep up.]

[poetontheinside]

Alright, I can play that game. [He grins a little and bounces on his heels]

What else you think you're good at, huh?

[poetontheinside]

Like this big, max! [He holds up his hand to her, still incredulous. He's not one of those people who scream at the mere sight of a spider, but there's such a thing as 'too much', and this is definitely it.]

[poetontheinside]

I'm not concerned! [Aaah why does he do this to himself]

[slukhtis]

[ He looks to the waves, scrutinizes them as if expecting some sort of monster to pop out from it's watery depths, then looks back at Nel. ]

Wet? It's the ocean, supposed to be.

[poetontheinside]

"Yeah," he mutters, rubbing her arm again. Sometimes she says things that make him sad for her, that make him want to pick her up and take him to his world. It's a petty world full of criminals, but it sounds a hell of a lot better than what she's been through.

[poetontheinside]

Uh-- [He reaches out to shake Clay's hand in turn, finally starting to unwind a little.] Sure, yeah. I'm Ray.

[poetontheinside]

"What, you want me to spell it out? When I sing, it sounds like something's dying, alright?" Despite his words he seems good-natured, happy and relaxed.

"I leave the singing to Fraser, he leaves the dancing to me." Usually.

[poetontheinside]

[He narrows his eyes and seems to consider that before shrugging and falling back in the sand, leaning on his elbows.]

Good enough for now.

You been doing okay?

[peacockherald]

"So, if I sing something, will you dance for me?" he asked instead, biting his lip around a smile, fingers brushing over the strings.

[mylegacy]

[He looks over his shoulder - once, briefly, just to make sure Joseph's keeping up - and sees the look on his face, the surprise, and grins, triumphant again.]

I won't! Run faster!

[Another little competition. He doesn't know who'll win, but he knows they'll both arrive at the restaurant panting and covered in sand. Which is enough to make him squeeze Joseph's hand and laugh into the wind as they leave the beach behind.]