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

[mylegacy]

Hmm. Well, I wasn't planning on picking it up, so.

[He will probably be okay. Tipping his head, he looks at Clay curiously.]

Did you find anything that is dangerous? I want to go into the forest a little more, but I don't [want to get eaten by snakes . . .] have a nature guide or anything.

[geonomy]

Not really? I haven't explored everything yet, but most of the stuff here aren't interested in human - uh, beings like us. [Considering there are some people in the fleet who aren't human at all.] They go after the algae, or other smaller animals.

[... He'll probably regret this a little, considering this guy's body, but.]

You know, if you wanted some kind of guide, I can come with you? I'm not exactly a nature guide, but I've observed a lot of things already, so...

[mylegacy]

[Hmm. It's an interesting offer. Not that he couldn't probably find his way around on his own, but this guy seems to have a head start, and anyway - some part of him does gravitate towards company rather than solitude these days. Excitable commentary about island flora and fauna probably counts as decent company, and if one of them gets eaten by a giant snake or something, the other can run back for help.]

All right. If it's no trouble. I don't want to put you out.

[Except he does, a little bit.]

[geonomy]

It's no trouble at all!

[And with that, Clay gestures for Caesar to come with as he starts to head to the shore. His towel's there - with a rock on it this time, his lesson was definitely learned when the first big storm blew in.]

I'm Clay, Clay Terran. You?

[mylegacy]

[He follows with an easy stride, looking around for where he put his things. Well, not that he brought a lot down with him - shoes and a towel - but he doesn't want to go walking through the forest without either of those.]

Caesar Zeppeli. I'm - very new, just arrived this month. [By way of apology for not really knowing what he's doing yet.]

[geonomy]

Well hey, welcome to the Fleet! Has everything already been explained to you?

[Thankfully, Clay's already wearing flipflops, ones that look a lot like his starry swimming trunks. He puts his hands in his pockets and looks up at him, an interested smile on his face. He always loves meeting new people and learning more about them, after all. even if they make him a bit flustered]

[mylegacy]

Thank you. I . . . more or less. As much as things can be explained when nobody seems to have a very clear idea of what's going on.

[Oh, there's his stuff. He slides his feet into his shoes and dries his hair off absently, then slings his towel over his shoulders and looks to Clay expectantly. Lead the way, buddy.]

[geonomy]

[Clay may or may not have been watching that happen because Jesus Christ, but once Caesar looks at him, Clay quickly looks away, cheeks flaming. Right. Right, gotta lead the way.]

Yeah, kind of hard to get a clear explanation when no one really knows what's going on, huh? [And he does indeed lead the way, picking up his own towel along the way and shaking out the sand as he walks.] Doesn't help that the - well. Whoever's in charge won't explain anything, even when we ask them! It's like going around in the dark with the new moon in the sky.

[mylegacy]

[He follows Clay with a crooked smile, catching up to him easily and pacing himself to walk at his side.]

It's exactly like that. I was talking to someone from my ship, and I realized how - stressful uncertainty can be. I'd wonder if they mean for it to make us anxious all the time, or if they really don't think of it at all, except there's almost no point wondering, is there? It seems we'll never know.

[He sighs a little, readjusting the towel around his neck.]

I'm not a great fan of secrets.