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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[He watches Caesar get up and leave without saying anything, but he tries not to watch him with the waitress. He just finds a spot to stare at the table instead, drumming the fingers of his free hand lightly on the table with his brow furrowed. He knows what's probably happening, what shitty pick-up line Caesar is using on her. His lip curls slightly, for just a fraction of a second as his stomach twists itself into a knot and his shoulders tense as he thinks of what stupid face she's probably making at him in return as she falls for hook, line, and sinker. Aside from his fingers though, Joseph remains perfectly still. He knows if he moves, he'll look at Caesar and he doesn't want to. He can feel Caesar as he steps away from the waitress and heads out, but he doesn't lift his gaze from the spot on the table to watch him leave. That's not something he wants to watch again. Not now, not ever.]

[Joseph's mood doesn't recover. It's arguable that he doesn't even make an attempt to salvage his mood as he simply stews in his head. He's angry with Caesar. No, he's furious and he blames him.]

[It doesn't matter how angry you are at me. I'm not leaving.]

[He doesn't look at the waitress as she comes to clear the table, now a little more sheepish which just makes him angry with her. Angry, but he won't take it out on her at the very least. At least not in any active sort of way, though she can expect he's going to stiff her on the tip. It's petty and childish, something he'll feel bad about later because it wasn't her fault, but in the moment he sure as hell won't. He'll feel justified.]

[By the time dessert does get brought out (the closest thing this planet has to gelato), Joseph simply settles on being a little angry at himself both for obvious and inexplicable reasons. He didn't want to make Caesar stay, but he should have. He shouldn't have let him walk away like that, anyway. Of course, that's with the implication that he could have salvaged anything at this point. But Joseph knows he'd fucked it up beyond repair faster than he could figure it out.]

[You leave and I'm just going to follow you again anyway. I don't care how much you complain or try to insult me.]

[Joseph drops his spoon with a clatter. He hasn't had a single bite of dessert and the gelato is more like soup at this point. He just wants to leave and flags down the waitress. He pays, she tells him to have a good night (clearly unsure of what else to say to him beyond the standard script), and he ignores her entirely. When he gets back to his ship, he says nothing to anyone and retreats to his room. He tosses and turns for a while, not really tired and still too wound up to sleep, but he tries anyway. He tries to stop replaying everything that happened today, but his mind keeps skipping straight ahead to that last part where he colossally fucked up, where he should have said or done anything that wasn't exactly what happened.]

[It's hours before he can get to sleep, but eventually he wears himself out enough that sleep takes him without his notice followed by morning coming far too fast.]