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

B for bucky

[redactions]

​​​​[ He is very opposed to volleyball. He is so opposed that a little kid is dragging him by the metal hand towards the net, and pointing at Cass. Bucky looks at her, almost pleading. ]

Sorry sweetheart, seems we got a fan.

why is this sad it feels sad

[hellofist]

[His pleading look gets a smile in return. This is cute.

The sweetheart thing is new, but she kind of likes that too.]

It's okay. Think you... can keep up?

it's us cutesad is our default

[redactions]

​​​​[ Now at that, he has to straighten and dust imaginary lint off his shoulder. ]

Kids, ​​​​[ he says, equal parts indignation and fondness. His emotions blare, but they're fluid, like each one is perfectly cut and worn like clothes ] you'll see when I chase you off my lawn!

C'mon. Where's the volleyball?

I wish I could deny it but it is too true

[hellofist]

[He's like a beacon, shining brightly and making it seemingly impossible not to immediately like him. There's so much love in him, even as he's pretending to be harsh and scary.

The child isn't ignored, but Cass isn't exactly sure what to do about it. Them. Probably better to go with them. Children are hard. It's easier to toss the ball towards Bucky, see how he moves when he goes to catch it.

The metal arm does something strange to his body language and she would like to see more, how far that goes.]

You'll go first?

[redactions]

[ He shoos off the kid to the side. Enthusiasm aside, he's far too small to be qualified to play volleyball with Bucky, let alone both Bucky and Cass. He catches the ball easily, grins at her. ]

Your funeral, sweetheart.

[hellofist]

[She grins at him, too sure and cocky, and plants her feet in the sand just so. She's ready. And amused, now. She's died before and never had a funeral, she's not planning to start now.]

Don't think so.

[redactions]

[ Now ain't that kinda confidence something to crow about? Now we proceed to the most awesome volleyball game in the history of the Fleet. Bucky's fast, his left side considerably heavier than the right, but the body can take the pressure and speed, the movement of the arm is almost completely human. But Cass being Cass would win, so Bucky has flopped on the ground, pretending to moan in pain. ]

Sweetheart, I don't even want to know.

[ He waves his metal arm before it drops down on the ground next to him. ]

I'm lucky I didn't bet on me.

[hellofist]

[She's laughing very quietly when she goes over to plop into the sand beside him, reaching for his flesh arm to feel for a pulse.]

You'll live, I think. Good match, though. Thank you.

[Because it was a good match. Metal doesn't tell her anything, so a solid portion of his body language had been locked off from her. She could see where his chest was going to put his arm to a point, but the rest was harder. She had the advantage of knowing his metal arm would need to follow his flesh arm for most shots, and his legs and torso telegraphed where he would move well enough for her to keep up with him, but the arm had added an extra challenge.

People who give her a challenge when it comes to anything physical are ones who immediately make it to the top of her best friend list, so he's doomed now. Stuck with Cassandra Cain.]

Wouldn't have taken money, don't worry.

[She did sort of cheat, after all.]

[redactions]

[ He waves it helplessly at her, and finds her fingers deceptively gentle for one with such a mean volleyball spike. ]

I'll remember that next time I lose.

[ he sticks his tongue out at her because he's a mature adult, thank. People who aren't freaked out by his limb or excessively nosy about it are on the fast track to his friendslist, so Cass, you are also doomed. ]

James Barnes. Friends call me Jim. [ meaning she should ] Who do I have the pleasure a'meeting?