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

[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.