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

[stickupherforehead]

[her voice is a bit muffled] Right in the middle. [of course it is. Why would anything be easy?

Standing up again and brushing off her hands.] Let's see if it'll hold together long enough to be moved.

[and she's walking over to the other end and grabbing onto it.]

[openhands]

[Cassandra bends down and grabs hold on the other end. She looks up at Pearl. They'll need to be careful in lifting it--Cassandra trusts it will fall apart otherwise--which means a little coordination.]

Count of three? One, two...

[stickupherforehead]

...Three! [and she's smoothly lifting it up, deliberately matching your pace. The thing creaks and groans ominously, bits of thatch falling off, but it seems to be holding, for the moment.]

Let's bring it to the side. [the cleared area over there should work just fine.]

[openhands]

[As long as they can continue moving at an even pace with one another, Cassandra thinks it should hold. She nods just once in confirmation and carefully moves it. They manage to take it over to the cleared area without it falling apart.]

Ready?

[To set it down as gently as they picked it up.]

[stickupherforehead]

Ready. [she's syncing her motions to yours, so it's a smooth ride down for the beleaguered rooftop.

It made it! It sits there on the ground, all intact for thirty seconds before it creaks ominously and falls apart, as if it had given up on existence.]

...so much for that.

[openhands]

Ugh, [Cassandra rolls her eyes and then looks back over to where the roof originally was placed.] At least the part you were looking for is there.

[stickupherforehead]

Ah, yes. [she walks on over to the item in question and crouches, examining it. It's a large piece of wood, old, and probably valuable. It's thicker than Pearl, but that's not really that much of an accomplishment.]

It looks like they used it for support. [and she's finding her clipboard and looking at the blueprints again. Point.] Right here.

[openhands]

[Cassandra walks over to Pearl to look at the clipboard. Easy enough.]

We're ready for it then?

[stickupherforehead]

Yes. The foundation should've been cleared and [she stands up, craning her head to look at the hole where this pillar is supposed to go] we should be able to slide it in.

[looks like it's a corner piece. All the other wood of the walls is listing a bit crazily, even if they've been temporarily (haphazardly) propped up by other bits of stuff.]

[openhands]

Very well.

[For this piece, Cassandra doesn't ask for help in lifting it. She crouches down beside the pillar and lifts it underarm at first and then over her shoulder before she gets back up to her feet.]

[She's careful stepping around the other parts holding up the walls temporarily. Once at the hole, she sets the pillar down and eases it into its spot. She doesn't let go right away, however, making sure it will stay upright before she removes her hands.]

[stickupherforehead]

[whoa. Pearl makes sure to keep out of Cassandra's way. Just another reason not to underestimate human women. She still has doubts about human men.]

Hold on for a moment. [and she's methodically filling in the hole with gravel and/or appropriate building material.

And she's standing up and examining their handiwork.] Very nice.

[in that it's at a nice 90 degree angle. Not the other parts of the falling wall.]

I believe the woodworkers are supposed to show up right about...now. [wood joinery, etc.

Nope. They don't seem to have gotten here on time.]

[openhands]

[Human men are garbage, it's true.]

Well then, I'm sure they won't mind if we take a break while they take their time getting here.

[This is said dryly, but also there's not a whole lot that Cassandra can do. She's not exactly specialized labor when it comes to putting things together at any rate.]

[stickupherforehead]

[and she's dusting her hands off]

We can't do anything else until they get these walls stabilized anyway.

[she walks towards the designated rest area, where there's shade, benches, drinks, snacks, and most importantly, towels.] Cassandra, was it? I'm Pearl.

[openhands]

[Cassandra joins her by the rest area, getting herself a drink.]

Well met. Which ship were you assigned to?

[stickupherforehead]

[yesss, she's marginally clean again!]

The Vanquish. I'm the engineer there. What about you?

[openhands]

Red Fish. I'm one of three that work in security.