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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[tothefly]

[But not, apparently, when to give up the drinking. Must be one hell of a phobia he's got. But that is also not her problem. Like getting involved in that fight wasn't her problem, and walking him home isn't her problem. Right. She must have spent too much time hanging around heroes.]

[He might wibble and wobble, he might stagger, but to her credit Natasha stays between him and the ocean, her good hand occasionally reaching over to steady him by an elbow or hip.]

You're going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, kid. Might be better if you spend the rest of this little vacation indoors.

[mortalcoil]

[he readily nods, because... yeah. accepting the consequences of this mess had always been part of the decision. and he gestures in a big circle around them, indicating the whole island, and throws his hand disgustedly off to the side. he did everything he needed to do here, so he is so very much done with this place.

and, as small of a gesture as it is, having someone walking between him and the looming body of water... is actually helping to some degree. he's sensitive to his periphery, being flanked, having a blind side --all of that. so, to have one threat a little less present on his radar is really nice.

they might even make it to the ship without any other incidents, at this rate.]

[tothefly]

[That's one gesture she doesn't need a signing almanac to translate. Even with the rough motion and the way it sends him staggering just a little when he flings his hands to the side, she couldn't agree more. As the minutes roll by, putting the bar behind them, the ache both in her arm and in her head grows more immediate. Definitely something broken, she thinks, and of course it's just when she can least afford it.]

[Her pace increases ever so slightly, but never to more than he can match. She's getting him back to the ship through sheer stubbornness, if nothing else, and then she's going to Crusher to get this arm set and going the hell to bed.]

Remember where you parked?

[Even now, there's some sense of dry humor. It's all she's got left.]

[mortalcoil]

[he shakes his head in automatic answer, but... after that, he pauses to actually look around. because no, he doesn't remember, which is why he'd been calling for help in the first place. but, now that they are actually at the shoreline and much closer to where they had originally parked days ago, it's looking kind of familiar.

it takes him a few moments to reorient and remember, before he finally points. down the beach, back near a rocky outcropping large enough for ships to land. there are a couple of ships currently parked there, so... hopefully the Red Fish is one of them.

almost home free.]