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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[geonomy]

[Oh man, holding on to someone like this is really awkward. Still, he does what he's told, legs crossed around her with one hand on her shoulder and the other gripping his visor, because there's no way he's losing that.]

Okay? Okay - Is everyone else all right? I -

[Buuut then he's realizing that she's going past the shore.]

Uh... Misha? Where are we going?

[interspace]

No idea, I haven't had a chance to check yet. I saw you and went right for it—

[ She slows only briefly over the shore to look back at Clay. ]

What, you want to walk in this?!

[geonomy]

No! No no, I'm fine! I just didn't know where else - [A sharp gust of wind has him holding on tighter, head ducked down against it.] Ugh, where else there was to go!

[interspace]

Neither do I, but out in the open is probably not among our best options!

[ She picks her pace back up. If she's deterred by the force of the winds or the rain batting down against her, she doesn't show it. She's in mission mode right now and there is no room to blanch. ]

Wild guess, but I'm gonna say you can't see shit in the storm, right??

[geonomy]

[Judging by the way Clay's got his arm up to shield himself from the rain, the answer to that question is a flat no. But:]

Not a thing! I was going to get some swimming goggles, but I didn't have enough to trade for them yet!

[interspace]

[ His position means she has to compensate for it, but she doesn't really care. This is a lot easier than some other evacs she's dealt with. Once they're at least in the cover of the trees, she lowers herself below their leaves where some of the storm is buffered against the trunks. ]

Yeah, shit. Look, we've got to find some kind of shelter or we're going to get sick or die or really not be in for a good time until this passes. Just give me a second to think.

[geonomy]

[Clay nods as he looks around to try to get his bearings, but - no good, a lot of the trees look the same. Before he went out in the ocean, he had explored the place to study all the different fauna, organic life, and sand, but with this storm, he has no idea where they are now.]

There was an overhang near where I was, but I can't figure out where it is now... It was inside one of the cliffs, not someone's house, but like a really shallow cave.

[interspace]

[ She's still carrying him, by the by. Not ready to touch down when they aren't safe yet. It says a lot about her strength and stamina that she doesn't seem even bothered carrying around such an athletic man in the middle of a huge storm. ]

You got a cardinal direction? I'm pretty good at this navigation shit. Don't get turned around very easily.

[geonomy]

[He is very impressed, especially since he is very athletic. He should ask about that sometime, but right now, he needs to figure out where they are and how to get to this shelter. Thankfully, he's pretty good at remembering the geography of a place, seeing how that's a pretty important skill to learn when you're studying astronomy.]

When I went out swimming, it was about south-west of me. Like... [Holding on tighter with his legs, Clay holds his arms out in front of her so she can see how he uses his visor to signify himself, then uses his other hand to show about where the little cave was.] Here, give or take.

[interspace]

[ At the directions, she shifts him minutely to sit better on her back and starts off in that direction. Now that they're safe, it's easier to see she has visor-like glasses over her eyes helping her keep the wind and rain out. Not to mention her more built-in ways of working through the distractions. ]

This way it is, then. Overhang should be fine for now so we can get ourselves reoriented. Was it up a cliff or anything or just—oh, there!

[geonomy]

Oh, you found it? [Clay holds up his own visor so that he can get the rain out of his face long enough to look at where she's heading, and nods to himself.] Yeah, that's it, you got it! That was fast!

[interspace]

Just doing my job, sir. [ She says it with an affected tone, like she's all business all of a sudden, but the illusion is shattered when she lands them underneath minutes later and she's just kind of laughing to herself and setting him down. ]

No, but really, I could see out there better than you might think.

[ If he's looking, Clay might notice the clear, nictitating membrane blinking rapidly over her eyes to get out the last bit of lingering rainwater. She rubs at the corners of her eyes for a moment while placing herself against the back wall. ]

This is cozy, though.

[geonomy]

[Clay lets out a long, exaggerated sigh as he leans up against the wall, enough to give Misha some room as well. It's not too big of an alcove, but it's enough for two people at least, so it really is pretty cozy.]

Haaaaaaangh. Yeah, and out there is rough!

[He'd closed his eyes for all that, and when he opens them again, he finally does notice the membrane over her eyes. He stares for a moment, then leans in to get a better look, though he tries to make sure he's not in her personal space. Not too much, anyway. Maybe a little.]

What are those?

[interspace]

[ She's shifting the hairband holding her hair back to actually run her hands through it when Clay gets up in her space. She blinks, once with her regular eyelids and then with the membranes. She gets what he means, but tilts her head anyway. ]

What, my eyelids?

[geonomy]

[THEY JUST BLINKED. He leans a bit closer to look at them before he realizes he's probably too close, and thus leans back again.]

No, the - well, the other eyelids! [He points at her eyes - she knows what he means!] Those things!

[interspace]

[ She only tilts her head slightly back, not surprised considering the object of his curiosity at the moment. ]

Oh, you mean those. They're nictitating membranes.

[ To show them off, she closes them over her eyes. They're clear, but a slightly different texture and visible if you know what to look for. ]

They, uh, grew in around the same time as my powers.

[geonomy]

Oh, like the ones birds have? [Now that he knows what it is, Clay sits back, still awed, but at least not up close and personal.] Wow... I always wondered what it'd be like to have things like that. I imagine it's useful in, uh...[He gestures outside.] this!

[interspace]

Yeah, like that!

[ She doesn't mind too terrible-much. This part is pretty cool when she doesn't think about it too long, hard, or in the middle of the night. She shrugs, turns to start running hands through her hair to get some of the rain out of it. ]

Definitely useful then, useful at high speeds, useful in staring contests... You know, the usual.

[geonomy]

Awwwww. [He leans his head back against the wall, eyes shut and a hand up to run through his own hair.] All those times Apollo beat me at staring contests... If I had those membranes, I could've won every time! [His best friend has an intimidating stare, man.]

[interspace]

I know, it's like the most important part.

[ She settles after a moment once she finds a thoroughly-dry corner to sit in. Or, well, on? She's floating on air. Kind of showing off, kind of not wanting to sit on the ground while still soaked from the rain. ]

Then again, if he's that good at staring, he'd probably notice you cheating.