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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[wordmiser]

[Now that's... handy.

That seems handy. Is that as handy as it seems?

She phases through the castle to walk closer and get a better view.

How do you do that, man?]

[innercactus]

[ Probably the same way he gets dressed in the morning. It's a lot more obvious up close, that the long leaves that make up his... skirt sprout from his body.

He's more interested in her having just come out of the castle, but the castle is still there. ]

You walked through it! But it didn't fall down! [ Distracted, and his little wall mold doesn't grow any further. ]

[wordmiser]

[She points as his root system.

You just grew roots into a building, dude! Lets focus on the important part here!]

[innercactus]

[ Asteffiel blinks as she indicates the roots. ]

I grew them, and I wanted them to help me make a wall, so they stayed like that!

[wordmiser]

[She shoots him an impressed look.

Where does one get those skills. She wants those skills. Those are awesome skills.]

[innercactus]

It's a lot easier if I have seeds. [ Look, he's turning a slightly darker purple across his face. ]

... But then these ones won't last very long, and I don't think that growing a bunch of vines in the beach would be very nice....

[wordmiser]

[She leans closer to his face. How did he get that color. That's a pretty color.

She wavers her own hand through the roots, trying to see if they would feel differently. If he feels through his roots, it might come off as a warm wash where her hand tries to go through.]

[innercactus]

[ What color? He's always this light shade of purple, he's just embarrassed and doing that red thing that humans do. ... Only he's not a human so he just turns darker whatever his 'skin' is.

Those roots aren't quite 'his' anymore - he's aware if they get hurt, but this isn't hurting, but very fascinating to watch.

Asteffiel flops onto the sand to watch her hand go through the roots. That is cool. ]

And you're not a ghost! ... or if you're a ghost, you're not like the ghosts I have heard about. You aren't see-through and blue.

[wordmiser]

[She laughs a little at his question.

No, nope, not a ghost. Just a person who can do a thing. Admittedly a pretty cool thing!]

[innercactus]

... You can probably get all the sand off you a lot easier than me. [ Lucky- ]

[wordmiser]

[She thinks about this, and then nods. Yes. Probably.

But she could so it for him as well she supposes.

Patting the wall, she goes back to attempting her tower.]

[innercactus]

[ ... Right they were making a sand castle.

Asteffiel blinks a couple times, then goes back to making his wall. It works much better with his foundation. ]

[wordmiser]

[She clicks her tongue in time with her movements, lazily.

it's her version of humming, learned from a long ago partner in - at this point - a very far away place.]

[innercactus]

[ Asteffiel is confused by the clicking for a little bit, but then he sort of gets that it's like humming? Or singing with her work?

Singing at piles of sand is new for him, but he totally does it. He sort-of matches the beat of her clicking with his children's song, which is vaguely recognizable but seems to feature plants a lot more than it would normally.

Castle wall nearly done! ]