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

[mortalcoil]

[it takes him too long to lift his eye from his communicator, and focusing seems to be a problem. for a long moment, he just stares at her--slowly processing what she's saying, struggling to place her face.

eventually, he just... tries to explain, probably. he has a reason for this, of course. his words are all in (sloppy) sign language, but he's pointing at his communicator, so that's at least a clue.]

[hellofist]

Want someone to... come get you?

[Because of the storm, but she won't say that out loud. Everyone is entitled to their fears and it wouldn't be kind to point his out so blatantly. She slides the water to him, sits down across from him.]

You'll get sick. Drink this.

[mortalcoil]

[he nods, though he's actually oblivious to whatever weather may or may not be on its way. he wants someone to come and get him because of what looms near his ship. bodies of standing water and not his friend, and he's surrounded by them here.

and when she slides the water over, he looks like he wants to argue, but it would only be for contrariness' sake. he knows she's right. and he's not actually doing this for some heedless or rebellious reason; there's no need to make himself anymore miserable than he has to.

so... he accepts the glass, and carefully takes a big drink.]