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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[redactions]

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]

[ ...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.

[redactions]

​​​​[ He laughs. ]

Right, what're you lookin' at so far?

[touchofrogue]

[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.

[redactions]

​​​​[ 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]

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.]

[redactions]

​​​​[ He pushes his luck with, ]

Half? One whole bag, at seventy five percent a'the price. What say you?

[touchofrogue]

[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.]

[redactions]

[ Exaggeratedly, he squints at her, pretending to consider. ]

All right, deal.

[touchofrogue]

[ 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.]

[redactions]

​​​​[ 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.

[touchofrogue]

[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.]

[redactions]

​​​​[ 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?

[touchofrogue]

[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.