[ video | action ]

[tempredmental]

Who: Keith, open to anyone (party section is open to positive CR by invite from Shiro and/or Lance who got the list from Keith, but negative CR can crash if you're willing to deal with IC fallout from annoyed and protective Voltrons and friends... LOL / party section is also mingle style and will have a special header in the comments, so feel free to mingle and threadjack each other)
Broadcast: yes, video
Action: Huntress, planetside (including birthday camping trip near Alkaline Lake), open to coming to visit other ships if wanted or random encounters on the Iskaulit
When: Mostly Oct 23! This is his b-day post and late-October/early-November catch-all.

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( Video Broadcast )

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( Huntress Cargo Bay )

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( Alkaline Lake B-day Party Mingle )

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{OOC: Wildcard option! Hit me up on plurk at duches77 or PM my journal here if you have ideas that aren't in the post and want to try something else and plot it out, but it's not necessary. I'm open! You don't have to stick with a header if you think something doesn't fit! I can roll with the punches. Have fun!}

mausoleum

[ultima_mortis]

Who: Death and You

Broadcast: Yes

Action: Planetside

When: Today

Action – Planetside Scrapyard
 

It wasn’t at all hard to find people who took a liking to him or Poppy. Death is in the middle of a more organized scrap yard than most, surrounded by the more artistic types. He’s currently fiddling with metal sheets being fitted to a large grill type of device in what are supposed to be flower shapes. Some people just like to mix themes, he supposes. The metal is easy enough to fiddle with by hand, too, although he does make some cursory attempts to use proper tools for the job at hand. Each flower he finishes gets passed off for welding and more welding until the false verdant nature of the grill is deemed acceptable. Death takes a sit back with the other artists and lets them hash out smaller details like delivery. He is joined in his seat by Poppy, who takes to purring loudly as he watches the new gill get rinsed off for its first voyage.
 

Broadcast – Planetside, later in the day
 

Food is a common denominator that brings all together nearly as much as his job or the need to sleep. Death is among people who live for food cooked on a new grill, producing various, slightly singed items fit for a good meal. He has no plate of his own owing to a lack of a stomach, but Poppy gleefully munches on scraps of meat that he breaks up for her convenience. He waves at the feed briefly and turns his hands to petting his cat and reminding her that she is very much loved in all her purring goodness.
 

I LIKE THIS PLANET. THERE IS SO MUCH PEOPLE CAN DO TO TURN METAL INTO SOMETHING ORGANIC AND LIVELY.