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

[forcemageure]

A. Beaches: Not just for Bandits Anymore!

[ Fun Facts about Garrett Hawke, round eight hundred and forty-three: He has never actually been to a beach for what anyone would call relaxation, ex...cept--well, fine, according to Hawke mowing down passels of slavers can actually be pretty relaxing, but the point is all this business with tanning and recreationally lobbing things at one another and frolicking in the surf is quite new. Because he is a giant hedonist he intends to, and does, indulge as much of as much of this as possible.

They didn't so much have sunscreen in Thedas, so as a consequence he can probably be caught in varying degrees of lobster, depending on the day, after which point he's going to brown up so much people will think he's Rivani. (No one will think this.) Explain the concept, or even better just slather it directly on him! You won't be sorry.

...anyway. If that's not your thing, given that Hawke doesn't discriminate like, at all, just about any indolent, beachy activity is fair game.

PS: Also, freckles. What else is the fan service episode for--oh right. ]

B. Putting the Fun Back in Fungus, OR: Outbreaks of Altruism

[ Of course, no matter how elaborately Hawke himself pretends to the contrary, he can't be content with all laziness all the time; suited terribly to both diplomacy and medicine, but quite well to killing things with fire, he's been tasked (by uh, himself) with tromping around destroying spores. Obviously this works better as a buddy activity, like all outings that involve killing things with fire. In only the most controlled and capable manner. Obviously.

Alternately, because it has been previously noted he's good at lifting heavy things (possibly cheating with the use of subtle - completely unsarcastically suble - force magic) and simple housing construction is actually something he understands due to having grown up in an environment where a person couldn't just, say, call a plumber, he more or less cheerfully inserts himself into a number of repair projects. It's been so long since he was a part of anything but wholesale destruction it's almost strange, but in its way as inherently relaxing as anything sandy and semi-conscious.

Trying to pay him for this is pointless, by the way. Somewhere Allen is in fits of despair. ]

C(losed to Anders). CAAAAAAUGHT in the R....atings Boost, Probably

[ Since the previous prompt has skirted dangerously close to actual sincerity on Hawke's part, what better way to offset it than a romp in the greenery with Anders?

Not like that, audience. We see you there, fingers all over your ......remote controls.

Where were we--right, thrashing greenery. Which is less a fun outing in the woods than actually an attempt to get from one sunny place to another between all these awful spates of mutual selflessness...es that have been occurring. But luck, chance, and grossness are about to intervene, in the form of one of those sudden storms that apparently can crop up at just any old time on fair Blue Planet, fat cirrus clouds suddenly violently oppressed by their much angrier cumulonimbic cousins.

Hawke looks up, naturally, to be immediately smacked in the eye by a rain drop the size of a sovereign. ]

Well. [ Dramatic blinking. ] Change of course? Ideally before we drown.

D. D is for Drinking (Algae, Apparently)

[ AND FINALLY: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single beach no matter how remote must be in possession of least three tiki bars, or ...you know, delicious fish bars in this case. Whether you've actually planned to meet Hawke at one of these or just want to come upon him dubiously eyeing a glass of green wine, the world is your oyster!

At least we think that's an oyster. We hope, anyway. ]

A

[coppermarigolds]

[Oh, she's here. And she's all dressed up in a very nice red bathing suit, floral sarong tied around her hips. She guesses that's appropriate beachwear here. But this is... entirely alien. Oh yes. And she frowns, partly at Hawke but mostly just at the whole situation.]

Imagine if Kirkwall had this sort of coast.

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke approves thoroughly of this get-up, by the way. As he has perhaps said with an appreciative leer or two. Benignly! Or until she punched him in the sunburn, one of those. ]

A lot less murder, I imagine. Maybe more naps!

[ Considering he is saying this with his eyes closed, heat tilted up to the delicious heat. He's always warm, so he is festively adorned by a light sheen of sweat, but. You know, that's a good look for Hawke. Like most things are. ]

B

[save_the_souls]

[ Dammit Hawke at least take payments for the repair projects!! ]

[But in truth, Allen's been spending most of his time on this planet helping out with the Nunnilis trouble. It's not too surprising, Allen was always someone who tried to help the people in front of him. And with this, at least there was something positive they could do about. More positive than putting them out of their misery, anyway]

[Today, as if someone suggested he needed a break from treating patients, he's tagging along with Hawke. Which isn't so bad. He likes Hawke, and even if fire is not his most favorite thing ever - it's not like he's scared of it. Just...not all that fond of burns. They tend to suck]

[He's got a sick mask on- not trusting that these spores are completely harmless to humans. And since he's got no magical fire power to speak of- a bottle of the algae disinfectant if Hawke needs back up.]

[Though right now, he is looking at a map given to him by the locals, an "X" marking where the spotted spore collection was that they needed to go to. Allen's staring at the map, completely complexed]

Wait, isn't that east? I thought they said west...or was it another thing...?

[It should be noted, that he might be holding the map upside down.]

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke sort of opens his mouth and closes it, through some bizarre spasm of tact (no), not just taking the map. Instead he squints upward, one eye closed so as not to experience retinal death by looking directly into the sun.

He is of course wearing like ...nothing protective. It's sort of miraculous he's wearing either shirt or shoes (minimally: he's thrown on a t-shirt along with the long shorts he's been given as swimwear; also sneakers are the best invention in the world). ]

That's east. [ Indication with a forefinger, which is in fact correctly indicating east, because that's just the kind of Cub Scouty information a person amasses when they're from a time previous to like, GPS. ]

Provided that's the direction we're meant to be headed, that is. [ A beat. ] You may be reading a pam rather than a map, by the way.

[ Because it's upsided--just accept that he's hilarious, all right. ]

A

[child_of_bhaal]

"Hawke... are you sure this is...appropriate attire?" Syeira glances around, clearly self-conscious. She hasn't been out long enough for that pink in her cheeks to be anything but a blush, as she holds the flimsy beach wrap (it's a sarong, but she doesn't really know what that means) around her chest. It's doing next to nothing to cover up all of herself. Her legs are showing, the breeze kicks up the fabric and flutters it away from her. The whole planet is saying 'just go with it', but she's still unsure.

"I wear more cloth than this when I bathe!"

molds are for suckers!!

[forcemageure]

"Really?" He doesn't per se mean this to be like, absurdly provocative, that's just kind of. How he talks. "You'd wear far less swimming where I'm from."

A pause, perhaps for effect. "Hypothetical you, not you personally. Anyway, if anything you might be declared overdressed for the occasion."

Do they have beach chairs? Those long ones you can basically lie down on? Why not. Also, he does have a t-shirt he's completely not using, if she wants to make use of it, and the fact that it would come down to her knees.

A

[pirasea]

[Isabela did have a bikini at some point. Where is it now? Who knows. It's far too hot for clothes, and besides, it wouldn't have done for it to get wet.

...

Someone should probably explain the point of a bikini to her at some point. Not that. She probably won't just ignore it anyway.

Unlike a certain someone she isn't particularly lobster coloured, although she is perhaps a little more tanned already. Of course, Isabela's never been overly concerned for the feelings of others. Not even her friends at times. So she doesn't feel even the barest amount of guilt when she wraps her arms around Hawke and his presumably rather tender shoulders from behind.]

You know, I think I rather like this planet. It's so nice to see the sea again after all this time.

[forcemageure]

[ The noise Hawke emits at this, for another turn of rhyming, can be only characterized as a squawk. ]

Maker's bloody breath, woman.

[ What other possible reason could there be to complain about the sudden attachment of naked Isabela? None. ...possibly other people might consider this sort of murky territory, given the givens, but really. He shifts her arm to around his neck, which is probably also burnt, but it's less pain than his entire back.

Also at this point let's say he's at least sensible enough that they are in shade, because exposing already burnt flesh to the sun a second or like, eighth time, is just the worst idea anyone has ever had. ]

Thinking of hitching a ride somewhere?

[ Like literally anywhere other than space. ]

a

[mylegacy]

[Volleyball was, in fact, invented before Caesar was born, but not by much, and it hasn't quite made it over the pond yet. In the time between touching down on the sand and coming upon Hawke's browning self, someone's introduced him to the concept and given him a ball, which he's been sort of spiking to himself to get used to the weight of the ball.]

[Catching sight of Hawke prompts a sort of appreciative hum and a friendly-enough nod. Then he spikes the ball at him. Think fast, buddy.]

[forcemageure]

[ It's possibly notable that Hawke is about 70% semi-conscious when this happens. His reflexes aren't as good as if he were, say, his rogue counterpart, with the stabby stabby knives, but if he couldn't tell when projectiles were being launched his way, he'd probably have been dead long before the...uh, well, before the obviously grim joke that has made a thousand times, so let's move on!

Yes. Moving on, to the point where one eye cracks open and he flings up a hand like he's going to block his beautiful, beautiful face from being marred by dreadfully inconsiderate bruising. This is true, except what actually happens is that the ball then appears to smack into a wall in mid-air, careening off in another direction entirely to splat with a thunk into the nearby sand. ]

Prone to dramatic entrances, are you?

[ He is so dry all the sand now appears liquid by comparison. But also appreciative, because like recognizes like, even if the magic was more instinctive than intentionally dramatic. ]

B

[openhands]

[She saw that magic, buddy. But Cassandra will not say anything about it because he's helping out and she is not the type to hate magic indiscriminately (anymore). For the most part, Cassandra leaves him be and focuses on her own work. She is still not entirely used to the idea of another Hawke. Another Inquisitor? Well, she's learned to let that one go, but she's been confronted by the presence of more than one in front of her. This Hawke, however, has stood on his own and so there is something a little more odd about it. Then again, perhaps Cassandra is holding onto the larger than life myth Varric has created. Either way, it's inevitable that their paths and work should eventually overlap.]

You seem to know what you're doing.

[forcemageure]

[ By this point mod permission has been granted Hawke has figured out the natives don't really mind magic as long as it's not enormous and scary and eating people (in fact some of them are even interested!), so when this supposition is put to him he's more or less acting as a crane. (the ...construction kind, not the bird that stands on one leg, although for the right price a person could probably get him to do the latter as well. ANYWAY.) ]

Hello, Seeker. [ He doesn't actually follow this up with any variant on 'don't you look lovely today,' but his tone has exactly that kind of effusive joviality. ]

I suppose I do! Much as a professional smasher of things can, anyway. Lothering wasn't exactly what you'd call a bustling metropolis. Something or other always needed thatching.

A

[destinyembrace]

[Hawke.

Hawke.

Kairi grimaces at the lobster her security officer has become. Her intention had been to sunbathe, but she can't ignore Hawke's current state. So she grabs her bottle of sunscreen and tromps over to him.]

Did you forget to put sunblock on?

[It doesn't occur to her that he might not know what it is.]

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke squints up at her; the sunburn apparently is just like, an inconvenient little stumbling block to absorbing all the light possible. Because, you know, space. It lacks that. ]

You know, I think this is the first time I've ever seen you not holding food?

[ What, that's like saying hi. Also it might be true! That established: ]

I'd be hard pressed to forget something I never knew in the first place.

D because, come on

[wolfuncaged]

[The horrible fish smell is doing nothing for Fenris's stomach. The fact the 'wine' is green is not helping matters. He looks down at it with a grimmace. ]

...Are you certain there are no other bars here?

[That sell not-green booze that doesn't reek of fish? ]

of COURSE

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke laughs, although not meanly. Poor Fenris. Everything is beautiful and tropical and warm and lovely and ...you can't swing your arms without hitting a fish. ]

All more of the same, my friend. Would you believe this was the least fishy I could dig up?

[ ....that's probably true. Sure, maybe he only looked at like, three, but. ]

B

[experiencepoints]

[Hawke isn't the only one killing things with fire, but when Nightingale spots fire spells besides her own getting thrown around, she has to go investigate.]

It's been a while since I've seen another mage.

[That's... like a polite greeting, right? Close enough?]

u kno

[unconfines]

Ugh.

[This is his delightfully articulate response to the wind whipping up around them, the ends of his hair snapping against the back of his neck. He tents his hands over his head, like that will do absolutely anything to protect him from the rain drops that are starting to fall like someone opened a water main.]

Anyone who waxes poetic about the "splendors of nature" has clearly never actually been in nature before. [Thunder rumbles. It went from cheerfully sunny to dimly threatening in a handful of seconds.] I suppose going back the way we came would be faster. Not that there's much difference between mostly drowned and thoroughly drowned.

D

[dancingmd]

[Alright, Beverly's here, and she's trying to put on a cheerful face for Hawke's sake - he knows he means well inviting her out for a drink - but she's just... tired. Sliding onto the bar stool next to his, she rests her elbows on the bar and her head in her hands and stares at him woefully.]

I don't suppose I could convince you to let me take a nap instead?

D what is this actual DF CR?

[tothefly]

[Natasha sees Hawke staring down his beverage from her end of the bar, where she is gracefully propping up the plank that serves the purpose. Her voice, when she calls down, is amused, almost relaxed.]

Worried it's going to try to drink you instead?

D

[poetontheinside]

[As a rule, Ray tries not to hang around guys whose bodies look better than his without their shirts on. Unfortunately, that means his skinny Polish ass is sitting down in the sand, trying to find shade, most of the fucking time. Because one thing Atroma got right: the hot guys.

Ray does not tan like Hawke does. Ray does angry lobster, and then he does miserable lobster trying to drink away his pain. He's relatively glad to see Hawke, because Hawke is pretty cool, but Hawke is also pretty hot. Grumpy.]

No sex advice this time, Hawke, I'm warning ya.

B

[ino]

[ Oh, it's the guy with all the cats and stuff from Allen's ship. She's just observing his work lifting some kind of heavy beam for a moment before she steps over to offer some help. If she's being really honest, at this moment she's actually more interested in closely observing how his magic works exactly than actually being a kind and helpful individual, but you know, helping is helping. ]

Need a hand?

D

[wordmiser]

[Drinking. Jinx is good at drinking.

She might just be dubiously side-eyeing his wine right along with him. What'd you order to get something that color, man?

Nudge nudge]

A

[peacockherald]

<sub>[ Vanyel was equally new to the concept of sunscreen, and possibly at far more risk of being burned that Garrett given his fair complexion. Odd, considering he spent quite a bit of time outside in his home world, but what could one herald-mage do? Thankfully, he had enough Healing Magic to keep the worst of it at bay - and a helpful local who had given him some as payment for helping rid them of some fungus.

Spying Garrett with the affliction of sun rash, he waved at the other man to come over, sitting up from where he had been laying out on his blanket, enjoying the chance to soak up true sun and heat. ]</sub>

You look like you might need a bit of healing, else that redness shall cause you quite a bit of trouble later!