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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[stefanged]

[His gaze falls down to her hand, memorizing the rough size to heart. Stefan doesn't plan on acquiring the tattoo: it's one of the big no-nos of Islam. Right up there with blood consumption, but you know, Salvatore keeps breaking religious laws right and left.

Of course he'd break this one too. Stefan resists the urge to sigh, instead biting on his lip for a few seconds.]

That's the one. In my memory, I mean. [Not gonna sigh, not gonna sigh.] If the Fleet's anything like home, it'll come back too. It's just a matter of when.

[How the Fleet can grant him old memories (and possibly an old tattoo), he's not sure. There's no Numbered to compare notes with - and that worries him a little. People can lose their Echoes back home. Does that mean that one day, Salvatore's just gonna be gone forever?]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[She lowers her hand away, tucking it under her arms as she folds them loosely in front of her chest. Her gaze likewise drops away again. She doesn't want to ask aloud, but it seems like that means there's a possibility nothing else will come back to him. There's a chance he's remembered and gained back everything he's going to possibly remember or have of Stefan Salvatore.]

Oh, [she says, nodding numbly, not sure what else there is for her to say.]

[Elena moves past him closer to the mouth of the cave with her back to him, brushing some of her hair back behind her ear.]