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Allen Walker ([personal profile] save_the_souls) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-07-14 06:55 pm

JULY PLANET MINGLE

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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[personal profile] redactions 2015-07-29 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
​​​​[ Sniper's eyes, never miss a thing. His first thought upon noticing is that it might be pain, but it doesn't seem that way. It's more like having a stranger attached to your body, and he has that all down his left side. ]

That you did.

​​​​[ He moves over to a large flat platform, with several spoons and small bowls. ]

Here we go. ​​​​[ he points to one that's dark red, and gives her a spoon. ] How about it?
touchofrogue: (Aww shucks | Hair Tuck With a Smile)

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-07-29 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rogue gamely takes the spoon with a 'here goes nothing' expression and boldly dunks it in for her fair share of spice. She smells it first, then samples. Her eyes widen, pleased.]

Not bad, Brooklyn. [in fact, she coughs] It's even got some back kick to it.


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[personal profile] redactions 2015-07-30 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
​​​​[ The other trainees in Basic used to call him Brooklyn, and to hear it now across a century turns his smile worn and nostalgic. ]

Doesn't it? I haven't had much a'the real thing but I figure this'll be useful to get at least two bags of for taste. I don't think we double back to these planets.
touchofrogue: (The Smallest Smile of Innocence)

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-07-30 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh-ho-ho, you're a sly one, Jim Barnes. Fortunately, Rogue has had a few days of bazaar experience under her belt, and does not immediately agree.

Also, she is not entirely oblivious to the change in the tenor of his smile. She feels a bit foolish, and tells herself sternly just to call the man by what he asked her to, because she can't attribute that strain of - sadness? - to anything else in the conversation.]


Mmm. [Noncommittal (and slightly throaty, thanks to the truly spicy spice, what. Seriously could go for some water or something right now.)] Maybe. But we don't know how well it keeps. Or how many people on board like things hot. I'd better try a couple more things an' then see.

[She glances at the assortment.]

Any recommendations?
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-07-30 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
​​​​[ HEY it was worth a try. He doesn't seem to linger on the nostalgia or mind terribly that she's not definitively interested in anything yet, just radiates contentment as he scurries to fetch fresh spoons for the new samples. ]

Sure. Here, this tastes a little like mint. This one might be nutmeg? Have a go.
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[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-07-30 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rogue gives him a lazy mock salute with her new spoon and does just that.

The mint one is... not very minty, but that might be because her mouth is still on fire. The nutmeg-ish one was very pleasant, though, and she could see using that with a couple of the recipes she has stocked in her head to try and make it less... what it was.]


All right. [She leans one gloved hand lazily on the edge of the booth, still far and away from invading anything remotely like his personal space, but definitely taking on a more relaxed posture. Beware.] Let's say a girl was interested in one or two of these spices. What's the current rate of trade?
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-08-03 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
I'm gonna let that gal in on a little somethin', ​​​​[ he leans forward, with a conspiratorial look in his eye ] special prices.

​​​​[ so smooth, Rogue. ]
touchofrogue: (A Glimpse of What's to Come)

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-08-03 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...pff. Rogue leans forward a little herself - a very little, carefully maintaining distance (no comas here, thanks) just to give a quiet: ] If that's so...

[Then she pulled back and grinned, cheeky and irreverent.] Ya might have a customer. Dependin' on the deal, of course.
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-08-04 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
​​​​[ He laughs. ]

Right, what're you lookin' at so far?
touchofrogue: (I Make This Look Good)

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-08-04 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Rogue didn't so much smile as her face somehow lightened without her features actually changing.]

The spicy one an' the nutmeg one one. Maybe a little bit of the green that tastes a bit like cilantro.
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-08-04 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
​​​​[ Reserved though it may be, Bucky takes the opportunity to smile brightly at her. ]

We'll ring it up, shall we? ​​​​[ he fetches one medium sized sealed packet of each, and holds out a calculator with the price. ] There. Negotiable.
touchofrogue: (The Smallest Smile of Innocence)

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-08-04 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm. [Rogue taps her chin with a gloved finger. It's a fair enough price, and she is very much about Not Taking Advantage of things. But this is the bazaar, and there are Rules about this sort of thing. Time to up the ante.] Throw in another, say, half a bag of the spicy one, an' I'd say you've got yourself a deal.

[By this time, she has stopped taking any special notice of his one very shiny hand.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-08-04 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
​​​​[ He pushes his luck with, ]

Half? One whole bag, at seventy five percent a'the price. What say you?
touchofrogue: (But Darling...)

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-08-04 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rogue tilts her head and does her best to run the numbers in her head. She's asking for half a bag at the offered price, so if she took a whole bag at 75 percent of the price... hmmm...]

One whole bag at half the price. Like I said, I don't even know how long it'll keep.

[She is fully prepared to settle on 60 percent, if necessary.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-08-04 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Exaggeratedly, he squints at her, pretending to consider. ]

All right, deal.
touchofrogue: (That Reluctant Smile | Sly)

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-08-05 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ If your intention in giving Rogue a good deal is to see her blink, then watch the surprise and pleasure wash over her face with a subtle softening of her features, and then break out into a brilliant, lingering smile? Success!

If it wasn't, then congratulations, you got treated to all those shifting emotions over her face for the low, low price of an extra bag of spice. ]


Done! [She even laughs, quietly and briefly, as she digs through the small bag she'd traded for that holds the currency the natives use.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-08-05 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
​​​​[ Not to be dramatic (except he is absolutely being dramatic) but it's been such a while since he made someone smile so honestly that Bucky brightens at her, alight with helpless joy. ]

Pleasure doin' business, sweetheart. Come back anytime.
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[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-08-05 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Rogue honestly tries to suppress her smile, but the corners of her mouth just won't cooperate. She used to be much better at this, but her mouth persists in tilting upward.]

I might just take you up on that.

[She hands over the requisite amount of currency, habitually careful not to allow even gloved hands contact with his, regardless of which hand he uses to receive it.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-08-05 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
​​​​[ Caution runs deep in her, and so he holds out the metal limb. Whatever she's afraid of, few things can hurt his left hand. ]

Shall I get you a bag, or y'going as-is?
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[personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-08-05 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Rogue does become aware of the strangeness of his left hand again as he extends it to her, but she doesn't say anything. A shade of concern flickers in her eyes and it's gone in a moment. His arm is amazing; it's quite the best prosthetic she's seen. It's not 1940s technology, certainly. She wonders how he got it. She thinks it must have hurt. She decides not to say anything.

At his question, Rogue glances down at herself - not much in the way of pockets here.]


I guess I'd better get a bag. I'll probably poke about a bit more before goin' back to the ship.