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

[geonomy]

[A. Summer lovin', had me a blast (INTO SPACE)!]

[For the moment, Clay doesn't just enjoy the beach and the luxuries it has to give him. He's more excited about the fact that this is a new planet. As soon as the ship is touched down and powered down, he's launching himself out the door and yelling about how the oxygen is breathable, how the sand feels against his hands, how the plant life looks so different and yet so similar. He wants to capture all of it as a way to remember it, as a way to bring this home and show proof to the world that life outside of the Milky Way exists, that sustainable planets exist. But he has no camera, no phone or laptop, so what can he do?

...

So, flooters, on the network you'll find the classic shaky-cam occurring as Clay crawls up to an alien lizard that's just chillin on the beach. He gets right up close to it, then lowers the communication device to get a better look at it.]

Look at this - Look at this! Oooh, isn't it stellar? It's got a large tail to swim with, and fins on its arms! I wonder if it can -

[And then the lizard gets fed up with this fuckin nerd recording it and turns out, jaw gaping as it hisses at the camera and charges at it.]

OH CRA -

[And then it cuts off. Buuut it'll probably cut back in for more wildlife, more plants, more scenery, and definitely some of the locals, with Clay's excited babbling as his way of narration and the best explanation he can give for what everyone's seeing.]

[B. He showed off, splashing around (INTO SPACE)]

[Later, he actually will enjoy the beach. Sometimes he lays there on the beach in his swim trunks, just soaking up the sun and visor pulled slightly over his eyes to block it once it gets a bit too uncomfortable. Sometimes he'll be out in the ocean, collecting sea shells and sand as possible souvenirs to take back with him.

And really, he can't help but admire some of the fleet who look gorgeous and are so skimpily clad, though he tries not to look too much. IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A BI GUY ALL RIGHT.

And, sometimes, the inevitable storm will hit. And Clay always has to be in the worst place for it, having to get under a tree or scramble out of the ocean to escape from it. He's got a good amount of muscle, but he's no super man, and he keeps almost losing his precious visor. Maybe help a guy out?]

[C. Tell me more, tell me more, could she get me a friend (IN SPACE)?]

[At some point, Clay ends up figuring out that the short-range shuttles are perfect for sea exploration. So at the beach, he stands there, still in his swim trunks, and offers rides into the ocean.]

Hey! Wanna go see what's out there? [He asks while gesturing to the sea.]

[D. Oh, those summer nights (IN SPACE)]

[Take him with whatever you want to drag him into!]

b.

[interspace]

[ This storm is probably the worst-timed thing. Misha isn't one to panic, but when she sees a familiar visor floating out about in the ocean, she darts out over the water and tries to scoop him out without getting caught in the rough and choppy waves herself. ]

Help me out here!

[geonomy]

[Clay is a powerful swimmer; you have to be in order to survive and pass astronaut training, after all. But this storm came out of nowhere, and it's hard to swim when there's winds that keep sending crashing waves right at him.

But then he hears that voice, and when Clay looks up and sees her, he doesn't hesitate to try pushing himself up and holding his arm up for her to grab. But there's also a wave that flies into his face, which garbles his response to her.]

ARGHLBFFT -

[interspace]

[ Well, who can argue with that? Misha ducks down to take his arms and weathers the next wave as best she can. Once that one is gone, she tugs him up until she can wrap her arms underneath his and lift him out of the water entirely. That doesn't negate the rain or the winds, but it takes away a lot of the immediate danger. ]

God, what the hell kind of storm is this? Let's get back to the town! If I move us, can you get around onto my back instead?

b but kind of a because i could not choose

[mylegacy]

[Caesar actually the lizard broadcast earlier. He chose not to respond because there was really nothing to be done about that but laugh in Clay's face, but the result is that he definitely knows Clay's face now. When Caesar notices him splashing around knees-deep in the water, he lifts his sunglasses and, after a ponderous, lazy moment, gets up and approaches.]

Buongiorno. Lizard man, no?

both, both is good, very good [1/3]

[geonomy]

[Oh god. Oh no. Is this going to be his legacy? The lizard man? Why can't he be the space man? Why, why?! The things he does for scientific discovery...!

Oh well. It was pretty funny, in hindsight.]

Haha, yeah, that's me! [He turns to greet him in return.] I guess y-

[2/3]

[geonomy]

Y-ah-uh...

[HOOOOOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT BODY. MOON AND STARS.]

[3/3]

[geonomy]

[RIGHT AHEM um. How about he just. Rubs his face for a second as if to wipe away the heat in his face before he fiddles with his visor a bit.]

Ssssaw that broadcast, huh?

[mylegacy]

[Which is basically why he's wearing this thing in the first place. He arches his eyebrows slightly, delicately, and does his level best to turn his smirk into a broad smile.]

Mm. It was informative. I know not to mess with the lizards here thanks to you.

B

[experiencepoints]

[Nightingale isn't going anywhere near the water, so she's got her normal uniform instead of a swimsuit, but she's tracking Clay's line of sight anyway to see what he's looking at...]

You know if you keep staring like that, someone's going to start charging you for the show.

[geonomy]

[...... What OH.

Clay just. Groans and covers his face, even tips his visor down for good measure. LOOK THERE ARE A LOT OF BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE ON THE FLEET OKAY HE CAN LOOK. Even though sometimes he doesn't realize he's looking until it's too late.]

Uuugh I am so sorry so so sorry.

B

[tothefly]

[Natasha had been having a pretty fantastic time on the beach, right up until that storm blew up out of nowhere. She's not afraid of a little water, but those waves look rough, and there's a rumble of thunder she doesn't particularly find appealing, though it does make her wonder if a familiar face is following it. Climbing up from her towel, she's jogging at an easy run through the beginnings of the storm, and when Clay's visor blows right off his head, all she has to do is lift her arm to snag it, lengthening her stride to catch him.]

You lost this.

[geonomy]

[Clay had been trying to get back to some sort of shelter when the wind blew hard enough and at just the right angle to blow his visor away. He takes a second to stop, frantically feel at his head and hair as if he can't really believe that just happened, then turns to go after it -

Only to see that it's already been obtained, and the rescuer is bringing it back to him. He lets out a sigh of relief, a hand on his chest to relieve that sudden panic he felt, before he takes it back from her.]

Thanks, really. I don't know what I'd do if I lost it for real!

[For now, he'll hold it in his hands rather than put it back on his head; sure, it belongs up there, but he doesn't want to risk losing it again.]

How about we find some shelter together, miss...?

C

[poetontheinside]

[Luckily, Clay has nothing to fear from Ray in the attractive-people department. Not that he's hideous- hey, in his day he knew a thin or two about a thing or two, y'know? But he's now pushing forty and he's still a skinny Polish cop, only added to that is the sunburn (thanks to the aforementioned Polish part) and the flowery swimming trunks. So they might be able to stay on task here.

As far as the request, Ray pops his sunglasses on his head and squints at Clay.]

Do I know you?

[geonomy]

[Oh thank god, Clay isn't sure how much more beautiful, skimpily clad people he can take here.

That said, Clay finds it hard to forget a face, even though names escape him sometimes. So when the other man looks at him and asks if he knows him... yeah... yeah, the guy does look familiar. He tilts his visor up a bit and squints as well, then gives a big smile.]

Yeah, you replied to a network post I made! You're, uh... [He gives a somewhat sheepish smile.] Sorry, what was your name?

B

[zessica]

[Still pretty new, Zessica's walking by, looking around for something. Spotting Clay, she walks over, looking a little sheepish as she speaks.]

Hey, sorry for asking this out of the blue, but you haven't seen an empty red and purple towel, have you?

1/3

[geonomy]

[Having successfully dislodged a shell from the muddy sand of the ankle-deep shoreline, Clay grins to himself, though that fades slightly when the question is asked. Someone's missing something? Seeing how he's still squatting down, he turns his head upward and tilts his visor up - ]

A red and pur -

2/3

[geonomy]

Paaaaah...

[J-JIMMINY JAMMINY LOOK AT THAT BODY. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SKIMPILY CLAD, GORGEOUS PEOPLE AROUND. WHY.]

3/3

[geonomy]

[OKAY CLAY, GET IT THE FUCK TOGETHER. She looks kind of young too, it'd be indecent of him to keep starting. Hell, it'd be indecent to stare like he is at all!

So he quickly tilts his visor down and lowers his head, and... uh...]

I... I'm really, really sorry, but... what?

a;

[recopy]

[Aaah, beaches though. He's still just trying to get over beaches in general, really! There aren't a lot of those in the cyber world (which is to say, there aren't any at all)--so it's a novel experience to say the least, definitely worth a solid walk up and down the shore. Which is exactly what Megaman happens to be doing, around this time, wandering up and down the sand...still dressed in full Navi uniform, but well, it's not like he can take most of it off anyway okay--

Mostly he's preoccupied with staring at the ocean off to the side, honestly, but Clay's yelp ends up carrying across the shore pretty well! More than well enough to snag his attention, and turn just in time to spot the source of the familiar voice, scrambling away from...something...? Oh wow. The guy sounds pretty alarmed over there, so naturally the thing to do is half-jog over in that direction himself, concerned.]

Ah, Clay?! Hey, are you... [HE DRAWS CLOSER...and the lizard in question finally comes into view. It's a lot smaller than expected! Megaman slows down considerably.] ...o...kay...?

Re: a;

[geonomy]

[Clay stares at the lizard, which is still hissing at him and making aggressive, yet aborted charges at him. Ah, so it's an intimidation tactic, not a bloodthirsty beast that could swallow him whole or -

And there's a voice, not from the broadcast, but from the side. It's... MegaMan?

Awww, man. How embarrassing.

Seemingly undettered, Clay hops up to his feet and bounces on the heels of them, a big grin on his face (and a light blush on his face from that whole fiasco).]

Hey hey, Mega! I'm fine, totally fine, see? [He gestures to the lizard, which just lets out a low hiss at him. Oh yeah. He is the epitome of fine.]

c

[stickupherforehead]

[heyyyy, shipmate. Or captain. Are you captain yet? Either way, here's Pearl, looking contemplative.]

Well, considering how most of the planet is water, we would be remiss if we didn't even take a look.

[so that's a yes.]

[geonomy]

[We'll say he's captain right now! And thus Clay's still unsure of what the hell he's doing. Buuut Pearl's got a good point; they should check out what's in the water, at least to make sure it's safe to stay on the planet.]

Stellar! [He opens up the shuttle, then steps back to allow Pearl inside first.] After you, Pearl.

d

[proudlywehailed]

[eventually, some time late at night, clay will get a text from commander. a very simple "Meet me on the beach," though with it being quite literally out of nowhere, and after radio silence for a couple of days, it may be a little disconcerting.

[he's standing in the surf in jeans, no shirt or shoes. seems his speedo is not appropriate for this conversation. the arm is in full, unashamed view, no long sleeves to cover himself up tonight. he reads a little pensive, letting the water wash over his legs about halfway up his calves as he stares down at the communicator, the screen the only source of light near him as his short-range shuttle sits on the beach, visible a little ways off.]

[geonomy]

[A few minutes later, Commander will get a text back from Clay. Just a simple "(＾▽＾)b" before he slides out of bed. He wasn't sleeping yet, but it was close enough to make him rub at his eyes and stretch his back. He hadn't from Commander in a while, so getting a message like this must be important.

A little while later, Commander will probably hear Clay walk up in boxers and a loose tank top, what he usually wears before bed. He glances at his arm, of course, but makes no mention of it as he lets out a sigh once he's close enough.]

You gotta be more specific, man. This whole island's a beach. [Nevertheless, he moves closer until he's standing beside him, head tilted to look up at him.] So, hey. What's up?