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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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[Well if she's going to look, so is he. Just a little, and behind his glasses, because he saw Joseph's volleyball face.]

I only had one towel, and it got ruined. [He shrugs one shoulder, only a little irritable, too warmed by the sun to be all that mad.] It's not so bad.

[Shirley just smiles more brightly, seeing his reaction.]

There's nothing wrong about needing help too, you know! Everybody needs it sometimes.

[Welcome to Shirley's sense of humor, Allen. Enjoy the ride.]

[Joseph looks at Caesar when he hears his name, but when Caesar cuts short, it's only then that he looks at the waitress and--]

Oh God, [he mutters under his breath as he straightens and immediately has to hide his mouth behind not just one, but both hands. He's trying incredibly hard not to be rude here, but even as he covers his mouth he can't really change the way his eyes are looking and what's being put in front of Caesar. It's worse than he imagined, somehow.]

[As promised, there's veggies and dipping sauce, but at about the size of a football, it looks like a strange mix between a prawn and a flea right in the middle of the pla--well, that sure was a nerve impulse there that just went through because that thing's leg sure did just twitch. Joseph removes one hand and has to look the other way. He can't even look at the plate that's being put in front of him, which for all intents and purposes, looks like pretty normal pasta or thereabouts. It's not until the waitress leaves again that he looks over at Caesar's dish and then at Caesar. He lifts his hand just a little.]

You sure about this?

[Because Joseph sure isn't. This was a lot funnier in concept than it is in reality. Especially knowing that he has to take a bite.]

[You could have been her friend, Joseph. You could have had it all.

But at least he isn't asking her not to curse him with a plague like Hiccup had done. At least there is that.]

Was it the ears that gave me away? The tattoos, perhaps.

[One look is all it takes: Caesar knows there is absolutely no way he's putting any of this in his mouth. A very distant part of him has to give Joseph credit. This is a good prank, if by "good" you mean "hellish and disgusting".]

[It's a moment before he can look up from the twitching . . . moving . . . thing and meet Joseph's eyes over it, which unfortunately doesn't stop him from being able to see movements in his peripheral vision. His expression is absolutely panicked.]

What, you don't want to take your bite?

[Please don't make him do this, holy shit.]

[Little chicken nugget EXCUSE YOU THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER...but no there will doubtless be time to sort that out in a bit

Still oblivious to the extremely rude height assessment being made in his direction, Megaman peers with great interest as the lizard inflates itself importantly, almost more amused than anything else. These days it's honestly a bit difficult for general creatures to alarm him; this lizard could just as easily pass for a smaller garden-variety virus, and those had become the least of his problems in life quite awhile ago.

Still, though, he can't say it isn't neat--and that would be saying the least. He looks up at the tap on the shoulder; Clay's grin would have been infectious enough by itself, but the enthusiastic commentary accompanying it has Megaman's smile widening all the more as well.]

Oh, I see! Yeah, that's not a bad idea at all...we probably aren't going to be staying here for too long, after all. [He hums thoughtfully, looking back over to the lizard with renewed appreciation.] If you think about it, I guess pretty much everything here would count as 'alien' in some way! Everybody back home would definitely be really amazed...and who knows what we might learn from these things in turn, in the hands of the right scientists!

[But the lizard does seem pretty offended about this invasion of personal lizard space, so eventually Megaman is drawing back to his feet, absentmindedly dusting the sand off his gloves. A bit of Clay's earlier words sinks in belatedly...]

You think you'll be able to bring everything you get here back home though, huh?

Well, if there are any benefits to a high rating while we're here, I wouldn't want Dorian to lose any fans because he's starting to look a little unkempt.

[You gotta joke about the shitty situations, Cassandra. It helps them seem less shitty.]

[Christ, Joseph's seen Caesar in good moods before, but even that's still a little serious. He doesn't think he's ever seen Caesar all smiles like this before. So where he might normally take offense (mock or otherwise) at not doing his job of running for her well, he's mostly just... Well, he's surprised.]

[He snaps out of it though when a small hand is patting him on the head.]

Uh-huh! He's pretty fast.

If you're done with work, wanna hang out with us?

[Whoa jeez, he didn't mean anything by it. Joseph mostly just looks confused.]

I don't really care, I was just wondering.

No they're not! [he laughs a little.] They're disgusting.

[Robin picks at Michael's shirt too, leaning forward to get a better look.]

They have washing machines on the ships, you know.

[The hand is comforting, and Shirley does relax a little as she listens to Beverly. Of course, the Nunnilis aren't just going to sit back and let the worst happen.]

Right...they do know how to do that, don't they? That might be worth asking more about, when we have more time.

[She watches him a moment, searching his face for any sign of deception... and finding him entirely lacking in it. Wonderful. She'd gotten too used to Orlais, it seemed, or perhaps just too used to being the only Dalish elf for miles around in this world and at home.]

Forgive me, I'm not used to that question coming before anything pleasant. Do you not have elves in the world you come from?

I didn't say tha-- [Joseph physically flinches badly enough that his knee bumps into the table when there's a larger movement from one of the antennae. Firmly, to make up for that, he repeats himself,] I didn't say that. It's just...

Well, you have to eat all of it and now you can see it, so. I didn't know if you...

[He's not looking at Caesar at all. Now he can't stop looking at it. He wants to. He's trying. But it's like every time he starts trying to turn his head to look in some other direction, his eyes just stay glued to the damn thing watching it. It seems like any second it could just roll back over onto its belly and skitter around.]

[He was talking, wasn't he? No, actually, he's fine with keeping his mouth closed with his lips and jaw as tight as either can get. Whatever he was saying isn't important anymore.]

[Please don't make him make you do this, Caesar, holy fuck.]

[What she does is come closer, picking her way through the sand to stand in front of him.]

Are you certain? There's a line right here [She lifts her hand to trace a wet line on his forehead, directly between his eyebrows.] that always appears when you're feeling particularly grumpy. I can see it now.

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Good. I'd hate for you not to win at tag because of him. Sometimes he slacks off, you know. Don't let him.

[He glances at Joseph then, his smile shifting to something a little softer, like they're sharing a secret. Then back up to the girl.]

I'd like to, if that's okay with you.

N-Nel.

[wait, no. don't tell her your name! then she'll have you!]

I still have... my drink though, so...

...

[and that's when he realizes who he's dealing with, here.

well, at least his sigh is familiar.]

Terraformed? You must be from a really advanced world! I know there's still storms sometimes back on Earth, where I'm from...though I'm not sure if I've ever heard of any quite this sudden before!

[Well, handshake's botched, but otherwise things seem to be going over pretty alright here... Fairly confident that Daneel doesn't mind the slip in manners so much, Megaman works at his still-dripping helmet as he speaks--fingertips go up to push at something behind his earpieces, and the helmet pops off his head with an audible ping, revealing a head of pretty messy hair beneath. Holding the helmet a bit to the side--wow, this is a lot of water still coming off, nobody ever told him real world water could be this wet--]

But, oh, you do suspect right! I'm a robot too, yes...it's funny, you're the first one to figure that so quickly here! A lot of people have been pretty surprised when I tell them...you're the first other robot I've met here so far. [Well--as far as he knows, and he might very well have missed this one too if Daneel hadn't told him outright. Ah...] Maybe we're a bit different! That makes sense, since we're from different places. Ah, but I'm not normally a robot like this either, so that might have something to do with it too...

[It's okay, Joseph, about halfway through your little trail of excuses, Caesar got mesmerized by the demon entree as well. It's horrifying. It's like they didn't even bother killing it at all. Oh god, is it raw? Is he supposed to eat a raw, twitching bug, is that what's happening?]

It's - there's a lot of it.

[This fairly weakly. This is the biggest bug in any world, ever, and if there are bigger ones he doesn't want to know about it. God, he hates bugs. If he could physically crawl onto the back of his chair right now and just cling there out of sight where it can't see him, he would do that thing.]

It's still moving, Jojo, [he says helplessly, as if this extremely obvious observation is enough to solve the problem they're both facing right now, which is that neither one of them wants to back down from the dumbest challenge ever set up.]

[He shakes his head.]

Not in real life, no.

[he... was already narrowing his eyes at him, but somehow they get even narrower. was he reading that right? asking if Zhas is mad at him? if this is the reason he's wandered out here to drink, he is going to seriously reconsider this partnership.

'About what?' maybe he can get him to clarify, or... give him any context.]

[Nel might be sensing how close he was to disaster, so he's so very grateful when Michael is merciful.]

O-okay... [and instead of balking or questioning like he wants to do, he tries to be as obedient as possible... and reaches down to touch the water!]

--Oh, gods above. The waves feel so big!

[it's maybe a weird way to describe it, but it's all he's got for the way he can actually feel the water moving. that is a big, new, scary thing for him.]

[Of course it'd be sign language. Stefan's eyes widen, before he resigns himself to the inevitable and brings out his communicator. The kid can hear him, which is a plus - but Stefan hasn't exactly learnt sign language.

(He knows "I love you". That is quite literally it.)

So he brings up the registries and holds up the list to the kid, without stepping closer since the kid definitely has personal space issues.] Okay, can you point to the name you want?

I can try and call up them up for you. [Because frankly, he doesn't think he can carry the kid out without a violent protest along the way.]

[he points at himself. and then belatedly amends it with miming taking a drink of something.

no, he means right now. the drinking thing. that's all.

he's at that self-conscious stage of drunk, apparently.]

[Joseph does start to open his mouth to protest about slacking off, but even he realizes he doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to that. So, he thinks better on it and closes his mouth. He tips his head a little to look up at the girl while she's making quite the elongated mmmmmmm as if really considering this deeply until,]

That's fine!

Great! You know, Caesar, there was something I meant to tell you, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was, [Joseph grins. He turns to look at the other kids.] Okay guys, time in!

What was it? Oh, right!

[He leans over towards Caesar, glancing up at the girl again and giving her a not at all subtle tip of his head with a wink and a psssst! until finally she catches on. In her enthusiasm and delight, she ends up smacking Caesar on top of the head. Joseph, like the good friend he is, snorts at how hard she tags Caesar as he takes off after the other kids.]

You're it!

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lmao sorry for linking a christina perri song instead of the actual speedo, wth anne

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