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!]

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[wordmiser]

[Her head bob could be a greeting.

Sup Red Man. How's you. What's up with all the things. Sandy things.]

[wordmiser]

[She pokes it. More firm, to be sure. She very carefully presses her finger to the blade part.

It feels more sharp. Approving nod.

Might need a little more to be magically special, though.]

A!

[hearsthesea]

[Shirley's distracted by exploring the beach at first, but it's hard to miss Nel between the clothing and the hair. She's prepared to walk on over and say hi, but once she notices that he doesn't seem to be moving she gets a little concerned. That concern turns to worry once she gets close enough to make out his expression.]

Nel? Is something wrong?

[wordmiser]

[Now that's... handy.

That seems handy. Is that as handy as it seems?

She phases through the castle to walk closer and get a better view.

How do you do that, man?]

[wordmiser]

[Did she?

Sure. Why not.

Nod nod nod.]

[thezerothlaw]

What did you need, then?

[ageofthegeekbb]

[She wonders if he'll actually get it for her.

But her stomach is too convincing.]

Food.

[radiantwingedone]

[ He waits until she's done poking it before his own inspection.

Yep, acting like a sword ought to. Doesn't seem to be quite the right weight, but that's not really a problem. Or maybe it was just that he'd been used to a odd sword. ]

.... I wonder how well it will keep its edge. Perhaps it won't lose it, but cost me a little when it would otherwise gain a dull patch?

[ He's still thinking on more practical things. Hmn, on the topic of practical things, he sticks the magic-made sword into the sand and gets up to stretch. It's all well and good for it to feel like a sword when he's just sitting there, how about when he's moving? ]

[mortalcoil]

[in this case, the fact that he no longer has the faculty of speech probably helps his case. he isn't able to cut in with objections to any of the number of things she's saying that he takes issue with. judging by expression alone, he's caught between being offended and reluctantly listening, and he doesn't have much choice but to sit there with it.

and since he doesn't have the power to share his thoughts easily, in the meantime, he busies himself with shucking off his sweatshirt to thoroughly and methodically wring it out.]

[innercactus]

[ Probably the same way he gets dressed in the morning. It's a lot more obvious up close, that the long leaves that make up his... skirt sprout from his body.

He's more interested in her having just come out of the castle, but the castle is still there. ]

You walked through it! But it didn't fall down! [ Distracted, and his little wall mold doesn't grow any further. ]

[wordmiser]

[She watches the sword as he stands up and stretches. It seems fine.

He should move away from it. She shoos him a little, to encourage that.

You never know what a tool will do until you leave it alone.]

[mortalcoil]

[when he stamps his foot twice in frustration, it's meant to be a 'no' as in 'stop it.'

but, it also happens to answer her question just as well. oops.]

[recopy]

[IT'S GOOD THAT HE DOESN'T the staring might persist for a bit...! Initial craziness of the idea aside, it really is just a very neat concept on the whole; he listens closely as Daneel elaborates, and ends up smiling towards the end.]

No, that makes sense! I really appreciate your honesty about this, even if it could have turned out more awkward for you. It might be a bit strange, but if you're not using it for anything bad, then--well, that's fine! You're alright. [Thoughtful, he shifts on his heels, tucking his slightly-less-wet helmet under an arm.] If you want, I'll make sure not to tell anybody else about your ability unless you want me to either? Since you seem to prefer keeping it a bit more quiet... [Which is pretty understandable, now that he thinks about it. And it'd only be fair, really...]

[wordmiser]

[She points as his root system.

You just grew roots into a building, dude! Lets focus on the important part here!]

[catamite]

[he's just kind of nervously clutching his drink, looking more and more despairing as the moments go on...


until the mention of booze. his ears literally perk up a little. the rousing cheers from the workers help too.

so tentatively--]

You can get paid in alcohol?

[innercactus]

[ Asteffiel blinks as she indicates the roots. ]

I grew them, and I wanted them to help me make a wall, so they stayed like that!

[child_of_bhaal]

[Well at this point, she's laid out her case so there's not much else to say. And since he can't say very much back, it all falls to the silence of a brutal island storm and the sound of him wringing out his shirt.

Out of politeness, she looks away when he takes it off, but she has already seen that he's not at all dressed for tropical weather. How he could stand it was anyone's guess. She's actually glad Hawke helped her to come around to blending with the native and expected dress style. Otherwise, she would probably be just as miserable has Coil likely was right now.

She sighs, pushes to her feet, grabbing up her towel. She pads over to Coil, stopping about at arms length and holds out the cloth. It's mostly dry.]

Here. You need this more than I do.

[wordmiser]

[She shoots him an impressed look.

Where does one get those skills. She wants those skills. Those are awesome skills.]

[experiencepoints]

[Unfortunately, Toph's dramatic reveal had only one flaw in it: That Nightingale was now too panicked to actually hear her, instead just sprinting away from the water as fast as her legs could carry her. Plowing right through her sand sculptures, in fact, without even noticing, and continuing to run.

At least it wasn't intentional this time?]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...You've spent it all on booze, haven't you.

[he knows where this is going...]

[radiantwingedone]

[ One eyebrow went up, but a glance at the sword seems to connect the idea of range. Good point. Keep an eye on that for him, let him know if it does weird things. It shouldn't.

Very well, he moves down the beach, stretching over there. ]

[mortalcoil]

[he recoils a little when he looks up from shaking out his sweatshirt and sees her getting closer. she's right there, and giving him something to cover up with?

well. guess what he was planning on doing with his newly wrung-out shirt.

a bit unceremoniously--even a little hastier than he'd originally intended with her surprising him--he kind of tosses the sweatshirt at her.

here. if anyone needs to put something on, it's her.]

[innercactus]

It's a lot easier if I have seeds. [ Look, he's turning a slightly darker purple across his face. ]

... But then these ones won't last very long, and I don't think that growing a bunch of vines in the beach would be very nice....

[slukhtis]

Might've. [ Booze is important Robin, don't you dare judge him. ]

[catamite]

Oh...

[well, now he feels silly. he laughs awkwardly, but his ears fall back a bit. he's embarrassed.]

I, um... didn't think to look.