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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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[He frowns and then he's pouting a little. Not in a completely haughty way, but certainly a little offended and wounded.]

Hey c'mon, I'm not that big of an asshole. Dessert's the best part of any meal anyway. Why would I risk screwing that up?

[Oh, Joseph. In this state, Caesar's more or less completely helpless in the face of that pout. He sighs and puts his fork down, raising both hands in a defeated gesture.]

Of course you wouldn't. The cap on a good day is important.

[Which he actually means. Apparently at some point he decided that today counts as good as well as bizarre and confusing.]

So why won't you tell me what it is?

[Joseph's smile comes back as quickly as it had disappeared. It often does, proving yet again that Joseph finds joy in the simplest of things. Although a case certainly could be made that today has been a complicated one. Joseph just tends to pare things down until they're simpler and easier. Right now, he just knows that Caesar has had a good day with him and he means it.]

You do know what a surprise is, don't you? I tell you now, I miss out on the stupid look on your face.

I never have a stupid look on my face.

[This with a smile, small and teasing. This is a good game, and Caesar likes playing it, even if sometimes he ruins it by accident because play isn't his area of expertise. No matter how clumsily he missteps, they always seem able to come back to equilibrium.]

[Joseph rolls his eyes.]

You almost always have a stupid look on your face. [Why yes, he's just going to up the claim by quite a lot. It's also bullshit because Caesar actually has the ability to look like he's got a clue about what's going on most of the time. It's a stark contrast to Joseph who just smiles his way through it.] I just never point it out because I was raised with better manners than that.

Oh, Dax. She's a friend of mine. Jadzia Dax. She's a Trill.

[He colours a little.]

I had quite the crush on her when I first met her. Jadzia's mind was brilliant even before Dax, and with the symbiote, she's just a powerhouse of knowledge and understanding.

Better manners, he says, with his hands covered in sauce.

[He leans over and taps Joseph on the wrist, right next to a spot of previously-unnoticed pasta sauce that had landed on him during the finger food escapade.]

You should be grateful I go out in public with you at all.

It was several years ago, and he went through all the required counselling afterward, but Julian's never forgotten what was done to him, his brain slowly being over written by someone else.]

You're having trouble focusing on anything but being happy. It's all right. I'm... glad it's working in your favour, somewhat.

[He squeezes her hand tightly, looking like he might be on the verge of hugging her again, but once since meeting her feels excessive already. Maybe in a year or so...]

Thank you. It helps.

[Joseph looks down at his wrist with a silent oh before, yep. He sure does just lick it off.]

You started it. You took my fork away. If you hadn't done that, I'd still be the perfect gentleman just like the way Granny Erina raised me.

And she has much higher standards than you do, Caesar. [Then his smile turns a little smug.] She'd probably a few things to say about you.

[Probably only nice things though if Joseph were to really be honest. Knowing Caesar, he'd probably charm his grandmother no problem. All he'd have to do is treat her with the same respect he treats Lisa Lisa and just like that, Granny Erina would be sold that he was a nice young man. Although, he has to wonder just how weird it would be for her to meet the grandson of William Zeppeli after all these years. He supposes he'll never know and neither will Caesar though. He only glances at Caesar briefly as he's pushing food around in his plate now. Well, if he ends up back home and Caesar isn't with him, he'll just have to be sure to tell her all about him. Which even with as little time as Joseph's known Caesar, there's a lot to say. It's a huge undertaking to try and relay all of that to anyone, and it also occurs to Joseph that maybe he's not the best person to tell Caesar's story. But he thinks it'd be a disservice to his friend not to try.]

[Besides, if there's anyone who'd understand it all, it'd have to be Granny Erina. She'd know all the important parts like how tough of a fighter he was, how much he cared about his family, and how he was always bravely on the side of justice no matter what. And how much Joseph missed him after he was gone. Knowing her, she'd probably be grateful to Caesar without having ever met him because over the past month, more than Lisa Lisa or Speedwagon, it's been Caesar who's looked after Joseph where she couldn't.]

[But even with that rather pleasant thought, Joseph hopes he never has to tell her. He hopes that somehow, no matter how impossible it is, that Caesar can be the one to tell his own story to other people.]

[The serious look that was on Joseph's face a moment ago disappears again, replaced once more by a smile as he starts eating again. If Caesar said anything while he was thinking, he didn't hear it.]

[He knows who Erina Joestar is. Of course he does. The thought of meeting her makes Caesar uncomfortable, if only because he hated the Joestars for so long out of principle. He wonders if she'd be able to sense it. He wonders if she really wouldn't like him, or if Joseph's just saying that to get under his skin.]

[It'll never happen, of course. Not without some real magic. He's alive here, but he doesn't believe he's alive back home, or that even if they could go back, that there would be a place for him there. It's a strange thing to try to reconcile, the thought of being alive but not alive; but he believes Atroma brought him back for their purposes, not his own happiness. It's the only thing that makes sense.]

[So he will never meet Erina, he thinks, and he'll never figure out whether they would get along or not, and the strange nervous lump in his throat at the prospect will never be resolved.]

[He can see the moment Joseph retreats into his thoughts. For a moment he lets him stay there. Then he reaches out and rests his fingertips against Joseph's wrist again, watching him carefully.]

Jojo.

[Isabela sighs and rolls her eyes.]

The where isn't the point, Aveline. It's the adventure.

Oh, I would think so. Most of them don't have the decency of a sewer rat, but they're loyal enough.

And if they don't take care of her...

[Well, there'll be consequences, and they know it.]

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Isabela.

[She looks him over with a gaze it wouldn't be inaccurate to call predatory.]

I have been known to have that effect. I suppose it might be possible to forgive you.

Really? Then perhaps you could give me a few.

By the sounds of it some of your reading list is absolutely thrilling.

A combination, I would think. It's rare to see a storm on land so rough as it is as sea.

[She wrings out the bandanna, looking rather unimpressed with how little that helped.]

I have no issues with magic, particularly if it's the kind that will benefit me.

[Which it definitely will if he's offering to dry her.]

S'a pleasure, Isabela.

[ It's a look he gets often from his Natasha, when she's checking over his clothes for a mission that involves some undercover clothes. Bucky is absolutely relaxed under it, even subtly tilting his hip so she can get a better view. He's dressed in a loose full-sleeve shirt — not baggy, the left hand out of her view. A pair of shorts with clearly defined muscles in the calves. ]

Well, I could expedite that process. What would the lady like?

You might be waiting a while on that one.

[ Not that he ever tries much to repress it, but he probably couldn't stop smiling right now if he wanted to. He doesn't think he's ever seen Anders this disheveled, and that includes all the uh, occasionally semi-acrobatic exertion they get up to*. ]

But I'm glad you like them. [ The same reflective smidge awkward, but fortunately he has immediate goals to move toward! ] Here, let me--

[ Assuming Anders can keep the candles tucked safely under their little paper blanket Hawke puts both hands on either side of his head and works methodically, gently through each tiny snag and snarl, which has the mostly unintentional side effect of indulging his fixation on Anders' hair to probably the fullest extent possible, considering all the patience involved in finger combing it out of its current wind-tangled angriness. ]

So what you're saying - [ while he works, because they could probably just stare at each other besottedly, but banter is their default state, it's been literally just observed - ] is that if I wanted to really, properly woo you, what you'd really like is drunk kittens?

[ He just wanted to use 'woo' as a verb. ]

* they play rigorous games of backgammon, idk what you were thinking of. perv.

[ Well, you know. Sometimes he likes having them mangled! Gently. His tastes are eclectic. ]

Sure, they could. The question is would they.

[ No. They would not. ]

Would you teach her to steal priceless relics, as well?

[ Literally never letting that go. Ever. How long has it been since he referenced The Qunari Incident? Too long. ]

[ Understanding east and west is slightly less impressive than being able to tell time by the sun, but there's ...no indication how Thedosians do that, so please, marvel at Hawke's understanding of what is basically left and right. ]

Assuming the sun rises in the east here and everything, yes.

[ Shit, does it? Uh. Let's hope so! He sets off in a westerly fashion, 75% of how he gets anywhere being by looking confident about it. However there is one small matter to address in there, which he does while shoving a particularly low hanging swathe of greenery out of his face, then holding it up such that Allen may pass under it un...greeneried. ]

Can you usually sense fungus? That's quite a thing to put on a CV.

[ Possibly he's misunderstood just slightly, but. Only slightly. It's still weird. ]

[Pearl doesn't seem to notice the defensiveness. Humans have always been technologically backwards anyway, right?]

Exactly. Which is why it's so confusing when all of you call yourselves humans.

[but while she's got you here...] Do you know Fenris? What's the difference between an elf and a human? Or rather, at least your variant of human.

Yes. A few of the owners of these buildings typically sell such things, so they've offered up part of their stores as bartering items. [it's probably the least expensive sort of libation, but at least it can still get you drunk.

And apparently, all you have to do is show up with a clipboard to get put in charge.]

So I'll be putting you down for just alcohol?

It's honestly too bad they don't have some sort of easily accessible database on all this.

[shrug] If you're afraid of getting scammed, you could always wait for the next planet.

[Pearl grumbles a bit to herself, but finally stops glaring at the bartender and takes a seat instead.] It's not that hard.

[glancing over to Isabela, and then to what the other patrons are doing.]

Oh. It's all food, isn't it? [gross]

You've....never met an Abomination, have you.

[ Because amongst other things they grow spontaneous surface piercings. Why? Bioware, that's why. ]

[ He gives her a look that marries amusement, incredulity, and faint disgust. ]

That makes me feel a lot better. [ muttering, ] Bottoms up in-deed...

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