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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[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.

[openhands]

[...Please stop with that effusive joviality, Hawke. Cassandra doesn't know what to do with it and could potentially be allergic to it. She only barely manages not to raise a brow at it if only because she thinks if she ignores it, it will go away.]

And it's certainly beyond your ability to not involve yourself.

[He may be a professional smasher, but if he's anything like the Hawke of her world, getting sucked into the issues of other one way or another is simply characteristic.]

[forcemageure]

[ Would you like some red paint to more effectively highlight the target you are putting on your back (...or your front) right now, Cassandra. Being ignored? He must dial up everything. To begin with, a gigantic sigh. ]

Don't remind me. I tried to lie around on the beach like a great slug, and then suddenly I looked around and there were all these houses and everything.

[ Right. Done with that beam, on to the next. ]

Since we're here together and everything, may I say the sun does wonderful things for your complexion?

[ Changing the subject by punching it. With flirting. ]

Maybe 'radiant' is the word I'm looking for. Beaming. One of those.

[openhands]

[Flirting and punning. Hawke, what are you trying to do to her here? She's going to have an aneurysm in short order if this keeps up for very long. As it is though, Cassandra blanches and stammering is certainly a thing that's happening. Words eventually fall out though.]

You may not. Focus on what you're doing, Hawke.

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke elects not to say that in hindsight that seems like a rhetorical question, since he's too busy being delighted by the blanchering. Totally worth it. ]

I happen to be excellent at multitasking, but if you insist!

[ He's just biding his time. Biding it. ]

You're not going to zap me for lifting things with my brain, are you? I suppose if you do we can chalk it up to principle, but--a word of warning first, if you wouldn't mind terribly. I'd hate to drop any of this on my own toes. [ A beat. ] Or someone's head.

[openhands]

I believe you are capable of using your abilities without it becoming an issue, Hawke.

[aka she trusts you. But judging by her tone, she'd appreciate it a little better if he'd extend her the same courtesy. Not that she can't understand where his prejudice is coming from. There's little reason for him to trust anyone from her position in their world.]

[But the politics of Thedas must remain in Thedas, not here.]

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke didn't even like the politics of Thedas when he was up to his ass in them :( If he were serious, this would be a very different conversation. ]

Glad to hear it. Otherwise you'd have to lift all these for me, and we'd be here for ages. You'd never get to work on your tan that way!

[ Yes. Back to how Cassandra is pretty. ]

[openhands]

[Hawke. She is finding something to busy herself with to look elsewhere. Can you not?]

And I'm sure the work would go by faster with less talking.

[forcemageure]

[ In theory, but he might die. Surely you don't want that, Cassandra. ]

But then I'd be deprived of the pleasure of your company so much sooner! I don't see how anyone wins in that instance.

[openhands]

[There are other ways he could die aside from not doing exactly what he's doing though. Don't forget that.]

I'm sure you would find a way to carry on, Hawke.