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

[experiencepoints]

Don't remind me...

Yeah. Well, some of it was magic. But we had a lot of other power sources, too- Do you know what a 'turbine' is?

[tothefly]

Sure. Generally wind-powered. Occasionally water. Hydroelectricity.

[Basic energy resource. Nothing like the arc reactor at Stark Tower, of course, but hey, they can't all have billionaire geniuses.]

[experiencepoints]

Yeah, those. Not that we had much of either in Delwight, but we got our power from elsewhere.

[She flicks a finger at her glass, and a very small whirlwind forms over the juice, stirring it into a little whirlpool.]

Magic was for bigger things.

[tothefly]

[Natasha cocks her head, stares at the glass. She's fascinated, but wary. Magic isn't something she needs in her life, but she'd be stupid not to learn as much as she can about it.]

Bigger things, such as?

[experiencepoints]

Monster-repelling wards, transport systems, food production... Things like that, I think?

[tothefly]

You use magic on farms? Or just the processing portion of food production?

[Yeah, maybe she doesn't know all the answers, but Natasha does admit to vague interest over enhanced fruits and veggies. The Monsanto scientists would wet themselves over that possibility.]

[experiencepoints]

... I dunno. I don't really remember.

[tothefly]

[Natasha leans back in her seat, shrugs, drops the matter. She knows when she's pushing too hard.]

I get curious, about other worlds. Magic isn't really a factor in mine.

[Sometimes if you give, you get.]

[experiencepoints]

I keep hearing that, but I can't imagine... What's yours like, then?

[tothefly]

[Natasha shrugs at the question, sipping her drink.]

Just a world, more or less. People. Places. Things. Hard to describe without context. What do you want to know?

[experiencepoints]

How did you get anything done without magic?

[tothefly]

Slower, I imagine.

[The comment is dry, more sardonic than sarcastic.]

Manpower. Physical labor. We've got reasonably advanced technology, a lot of the same terminology you've used. Most of the people I've met so far here are from some sort of Earth parallel, past, present, or future.

[experiencepoints]

Oh. Fuck, what's so special about that fucking "Earth" place, anyway?

[tothefly]

Apparently it's the popular kid in class.

Seems to be pretty unique, by all scientific accounts. Evolutionarily speaking, according to what I've heard. Or maybe it's all just a coincidence. Maybe every species out there just calls its planet "ground," or whatever the equivalent is.

[experiencepoints]

It's bullshit, from what I've heard about it. No magic or monsters, nothing but humans? But two interdimensional hellholes and nearly everyone is from some Earth or another. Gets annoying fast.

[tothefly]

That's right. Just plain, boring humans.

[There's a definite note of amusement in her voice, noticeable even to a stranger like Nightingale. Humans, and gods, and monsters, and supersoldiers, and...people like her. Sure.]

Why's it annoying?

[experiencepoints]

Because I've been in two of these interdimensional shitholes now, and I've never met a single other person from Ashvara, much less Delwight. Meanwhile, Earth people are just tripping over each other all the time.

[oc problems :(]

[tothefly]

So you're homesick.

[It's a simple observation, as long as you know what to listen for. Clear enough to Natasha, who can understand the sentiment. She misses home, where at least the complicated and dangerous were familiar.

Though more than enough familiar was popping up recently, or almost-familiar, at least.]

Think of it as an extended vacation. Or a psychotic break, if that makes you happier.

[experiencepoints]

... Yeah, basically.

Shit, I'm going to need an actual drink if we keep on this topic.

[tothefly]

[Natasha can't argue with that. Instead, lifts her glass in her direction, cocking her head to the side.]

What's your name?

[experiencepoints]

[Oh, right, she never actually did introduce herself, did she?]

Nightingale. Gray Nightingale of Takshaka, if you're after the full thing. You?

[tothefly]

Natasha Romanoff. Ship's counselor on the Windrose.

[Who she was before doesn't matter. Not if you've decided to play the game.]

I'd say nice to meet you, only I'm not entirely sure either of us exist.

[experiencepoints]

Oh, I'm the Caprine's cook. You know, mage, strategist, all of this shit, and they stick me with cook.

[She can't help but give a short, mirthless laugh.]

Depending on how technical you want to get, I'm certain I don't exist, so...

[tothefly]

This place seems to have a weird sense of humor when it comes to crew placement. I guess it could be randomized, but sometimes it just seems a little too scripted.

[Natasha cocks an eyebrow at the last part of that.]

There's levels of technicality to existence?

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[experiencepoints]

And that's a story that I'll definitely need a strong drink for.

Oh, all of this place is scripted. Hell, this whole planet's probably the Atroma planning everything.