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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​​​​[ For the first time his eyes flit from scar to scar visible on Coil, a few seconds longer on the missing eye. There were boys his age, in the War, because you're never too young to die for your country. He remembers weaving through the aid tents, carrying, or looking. Some men kept their rosaries and their singing voices, in the foxholes. Bucky closed away the books and lost the part of him that had any faith left. It's those boys, the ones in the corners with their mouths set in thin lines, pretending to be strong when they shouldn't have to — trying to be brave when they don't realise that they are. Nobody wants to be a burden, when a misstep or a malfunction means being left out of the company, or worse, death. Those boys, whose echoes are right here in front of him. ]

​​​​[ He looks away, and takes a breath. ]

Okay. You need anything, you let me know.

[mortalcoil]

[he's got one eye, but it's sharp. he watches something go running through the man's mind, with that breath and glance away. and with those signed words, it really seems like the end of a conversation to him.

but this person had given him some validation in the bowels of that dead ship, helped him get something that he'd since learned not a lot of other people would have, and now he's continuing to speak his language when he really doesn't need to.

Coil isn't generally one for much conversation, but, right now... he finds himself impelled to take a half-step forward to call the man's eyes back to him so he can speak.

pointing to himself, he fingerspells his name-- 'C O I L']

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​​​​[ His eyes snap back to Coil, then he relaxes, not even aware he was tense. ]

J-I-M.

[mortalcoil]

[he repeats the name to himself and nods.

and again, he steps a little outside of his usual social limits to try and keep the interaction from ending right here.]

'What are you doing around here?'

[he doesn't want to seem too curious, but he figures if anyone has been up to something that he might also find interesting, it would probably be this guy.]

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​​​​[ Bucky makes a bit of a face, lifts his hands to sign, then drops them. After a moment, he lifts them again, ]

To be honest? Wanted somewhere quiet.

[mortalcoil]

[he nods, because... yeah. that's a sentiment he can get behind. he also assumes it's probably a simple answer for a more complicated thought, which he also sympathizes with.]

'Done with the small ships?'

[and 'small' is emphasized, to carry the weight that he means it with.]

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Done with the beach.

​​​​[ The ships, he honestly doesn't mind — he doesn't require space. The Army took care of any remaining need for comfort or privacy, and he only needs this. ]

You? Used to open air?

[mortalcoil]

[yeah, the size of the ships isn't exactly what bothers Coil either. he's used to dark, cramped quarters.

he shakes his head and clarifies, with a light frown.]

'No people.'

[because those are what makes those ships feel so small.]

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​​​​[ He nods, briskly. ]

Maybe get an iPod. It plays music; it helps you forget they're there.

[mortalcoil]

[he sighs in a teenagery way that really highlights his age, unfortunately, and he shakes his head.]

'Won't help.' [and after a moment to consider whether he really wants to get into it... he decides, yeah whatever, if anyone is going to get it, it'll maybe be the guy who helped him in the first place.]

'They killed the specimen.'

[all that hard work and excitement to capture a living example of the infected bugs, and his crew killed it.]

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​​​​[ A soft huff. ]

Sorry.

​​​​[ He knows how excited Coil was to get the damn thing in the first place. Not that it sat right with Bucky, just grabbing a specimen, but if it couldn't be reasoned with or stopped there was only so much they could do, and his responsibility was to the Fleet first. ]

Did you manage to get anything at all?

[mortalcoil]

[he shakes his head, clearly disappointed, and just makes the mimed motion of shooting something dead.]

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You don't get much opportunity to go out, do you?

​​​​[ He's not sure if the wry tone will translate, but it doesn't hurt to try. ]

[mortalcoil]

[he... does look vaguely affronted, like he doesn't know whether or not he should be insulted by that.

so, he draws a question mark?]

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[ A rueful smile. ]

Bad joke?

[mortalcoil]

[well... guess who has absolutely no joke-sense whatsoever. apparently, it's this kid.

all 'Jim' gets is a furrowed brow over an otherwise blank expression.

he doesn't get what he's going for. at all.]

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[ Sighing internally, ]

Let's just forget I said that, okay?