Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

[notzubats]

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

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meg masters | ota

[angelherding]

a. beaches;

[you can bet your ass that Meg's hanging out on the beach, lounging around reading while taking in the sun. You won't catch her dead in the ocean, of course, but otherwise? She's more than happy to bring a book down to read while she's relaxing.

So, when she isn't working her shift on the Iskaulit and she isn't trying to make a few bucks (acorns??) in the shops, this is the most likely place to find her]

b. shops;

[of course, it figures this place doesn't take credits, and she has to do real work to earn enough freakin' acorns to drink. She could just hang in the bars on the Iskaulit but she was getting bored of the ships, and she hadn't done any exploring on the last shop. So sue her, she'd attempt the decent route.

Which meant, taking up shifts in the bars. Why work for just acorns when you can work for whatever they call alcohol down here?

When she isn't working, she passes through the shops every now and then, picking up a trinket here or there. And you can bet she picked up a couple of silly wood carvings, all for her office back on the Bishop. May as well make it homely if she was going to be stuck here]

c. hot springs;

[yeah, this is the other place you can find Meg if she isn't at the beach. Meg is all about kicking back and relaxing so why not? She may as well indulge.

You can find her at any of them, having decided that why not try them all out? And while it wasn't her thing, the spas did look pretty snazzy. Sue a girl for wanting to be a little pampered]

d. wildcard;

[she is absolutely going out of her way to avoid anything remotely touchy-feely, but accidents sure do happen. And she does tend to get bored, so it won't be hard to find her elsewhere on the planet, too. She's on her best behavior, after all, screw you Winchesters]

a. let's get this party started

[kickingand]

[ Dean isn't sure how he feels about this planet and sure as hell is already itching from the fact that too many people have tried to grab his hands, have tried to envelope him in weird ass hugs. It's uncomfortable, he's uncomfortable, and he's scrambling to pull out of his skin. And so he's trying to remove himself from as many situations as possible, trying to stretch his legs and get out of the confines of the ship while simultaneously keep away from the weird socializing that everyone around here seems to be doing.

He just doesn't think he'll find his new best friend while wandering the beach.

Dean stops a good few footsteps away as soon as he recognizes the demon he'd seen over the network - Meg - and it's then that rage turns on in his brain like a furious gas leak, pouring over every other thought. Who the fuck cares about anything else, Dean is already making his way over, fists curling, barrelling forward for a fight. ]

our time has come

[angelherding]

[honestly, she's surprised he's lasted this long. She hasn't exactly gone out of her way to keep a low profile, though she hasn't really put herself out there as obviously as she may have once, either. Laying low for years bred old habits, and well - the planet made a little easier to just go out and do whatever the hell she wanted. Crazy touchy-feely locals be damned.

She doesn't say anything until he crosses into her sun, and even then she waits to finish the page she's on before glancing up, over her sunglasses, entirely unimpressed. Dean was Dean, crazy alternate universe or not, and she wasn't about to treat him any differently than the one she last saw back home.

Which is why all she does is lower her sunglasses and says, voice lilting with amusement]

You're blocking the sun, Rocky. Scootch to the left a couple steps.

there's no stopping it

[kickingand]

[ He's going to kick sand in your face.

-- No, okay, no he's not, but he sure isn't going to just stand here and snarl under his breath, wait for his opportune moment because this is his moment in its entirety. Ever since her offhanded allegiance to Lucifer comment, he's been stewing on it, anger growing to monumental heights that he's supposed to be nice to this piece of shit demon and he can't. He won't. There's no fucking way. The gravitational tug towards violence is too strong and he snapped the moment she spoke.

Which is why he reaches down and plucks her book out of her hand, giving it a uncaring toss to the side. ]

can't stop the rock

[angelherding]

[that wasn't even her book, Dean, that's so rude. She heaves a sigh and can't help but roll her eyes. She was supposed to be on her best behavior, as she had promised Sam, but the temptation to do something was already rising.

Maybe she could get away with throwing him in the ocean. No harm no foul, right? There was her out, if he decided to do something stupid]

Was that really necessary? What do you want, Dean?

[kickingand]

[ It's your book becuase you were reading it, obviously. But that's not the point, the point is he wants her attention, because he wants to start shit. That's all there is to it, and eventually he's going to get her on her feet so he can punch her and perhaps, then maybe he'll feel better about it.

Unlikely. But he can damn well try.

So yes, it was in fact incredibly necessary because now she's looking at him and not words on the page. The next step is, well-- ]

What do you think I want.

[ C'mon, that's an easy answer. And it's not to pussyfoot around or to leave her desolate on this planet in the middle of space. No, it's to end it here and now, to end all of it, and to shut up one more demon who has anything nice to say about Lucifer et all. ]

[angelherding]

[about fifty smartass comments come to mind, all crafted in a way that would provoke him into making the first move, but instead she just sighs and, after a moment, pushes herself to her feet. She isn't interested in getting into a fight, and certainly not with Dean. She was relaxing, why does everyone ruin her fun on the beach?

She dusts some sand off her pants, but she keeps one eye on him, just in case]

Something stupid, obviously. [that wasn't provoking, that was stating a fact] And something that will make a certain moose very, very upset with you.

[kickingand]

You think I give a shit what Sam thinks?

[ Because he doesn't, not in the regard that Meg might be used to. And while it might seem that way because he hasn't reeled back and started a fist fight just yet, it's not for Sam's benefit, but his own. He's puffing himself up, a dog snarling, hackles raised, moments before the gig is up.

In essence, he's just waiting for her to make one move. One wrong move. And if she doesn't? Then who the flying fuck cares, he's starting shit anyway. ]

[angelherding]

Maybe you should start.

[she crosses her arms, leaning to the side as she regards him with a raised eyebrow. This was all together similar and different from past experiences with Dean - the one she knew, anyway - which meant she at least had some semblance of what to do. Not a lot - it was the differences that had her on guard.

She breathes out a noise and looks him up and down before her lips quirk] I'm not going to fight with you, Dean. I hate to disappoint, but I'm not interested.

C.

[namisan]

[Nami got served a warning about Meg by Sam the well-meaning-- which means absolutely nothing if she's already half dozing in a warm, steamy spring by the time Meg steps in. Her arrival only gets a sleepy half greeting because honestly, this place is the most relaxing for recovering from malicious augment glitches. Who cares who you are.]

[angelherding]

[one day someone is going to tell Meg how Sam has gone around being well-meaning and laugh, because it's far more amusing to watch them get all worked up than to actually do something to earn it.

Meg hums a greeting in return and undresses, then slips in not too soon after. Even demons enjoy this sort of thing and she is not about to hide how utterly happy being able to relax in a hot spring makes her]

These are amazing. [share in her joy, Nami]

[namisan]

Right? [She might snag a clue in a while, but right now Nami is way too content. She tips her head back onto the rocks behind her and gives a small sigh.]

I want these on the ship, honestly. It's a crime we don't have decent bathtubs.

[angelherding]

Ugh, don't remind me. What I wouldn't give for a decent bath.

[she sinks down a little and sighs. Why can't they have one of these on the ships? It's worst than just a crime]

[namisan]

Maybe we can get some magical types to make one on the Iskaulit. That'd be kinda fun.

[She lazy waves.] Nami, by the way.

[angelherding]

That's not a bad idea. I'm sure they'd love to use their magic for good.

[she returns the lazy wave with one of her own] Meg.

1/3

[namisan]

Someone ought to. Nice to meet y--

[namisan]

[/record scratch

Please don't mind Nami bolting upright far too quickly and losing her balance, sliding under the water with a squawk.]

[namisan]

[GASP.

It's very hard to look threatening or affronted at all when you resurface hacking and spluttering like a wet chihuahua, but whatever.]

Did you have to wait until I was naked?

b

[fuga]

[ There's silence as Lauralae stares at the stranger, waiting for her to move. Her voice doesn't come, mostly because she's not entirely happy to step forward and make herself obvious to the world around her, not when people keep reaching out and trying to touch her and nudge at her - it's enough to make her twitchy, and she hisses out a noise as she moves out of the way of an idle native, walking into Meg's back - before, again, she twitches away, awkward and uncomfortable.

This is not going well for her, and her irritation is obvious as she fights back her growl. ]

[angelherding]

[Meg, being fairly small herself, stumbles forward at the bump and hisses out her own curse as she's nudged right into a damned local who'd been standing a little too close and eyeing her a little too much. Of course, when the contact happens - the local lets out a gasp and immediately backs away with a murmured apology, and Meg just rolls her eyes before turning to the original culprit.

. . . looks like Natalie, her little friend from the network, but not. Meg raises both eyebrows, her annoyance melting away into something more like interest. What a dark little creature that's stumbled into her]

If you don't want to play touchy-feely, you may as well hide with me. They're learning that touching me is a bad idea.

[look at her, being nice]

[fuga]

[ There's frustration that rushes through Lauralae, and what she wants to do - she wants to lash out and fight back, and now there's nothing else she can do apart from force herself to stand tall, to try and ignore the rest of the world and the people that keep reaching out and touch her. Her gloves are thin on her hands and she shrugs her shoulders as she curls into herself, breathing out a sharp little noise, her eyes squeezing closed - everything hurts and she feels uncomfortable, even though her hands can't feel a thing.

The voice makes her head snap up and she stares, intensely, for a moment, before she swallows and breathes out. She's trying her best not to fall apart, but it's hard - she's just so afraid of this planet, of the people, what they want from her. None of them will give her space. ]

They should know that touching anyone is not a worthwhile idea.

[ But she does move closer, trying to hide herself away. ]

[angelherding]

[Meg isn't one to shy away from the locals, per say, but to say she's fond of all the touching would be an outright lie. Mostly, it's because it isn't on her terms and she isn't the sort to get touchy with just anyone, they have to earn it and even then she has to be in the mood. This was just annoying, and if she was purposely thinking darker thoughts and letting her anger boil below the surface to scare them away, well, serves them right for touching her in the first place.

She was a demon, dammit. This shit was better left for sappy meatsacks, like Sam.

But she pretends not to notice the girl shifting closer, giving her some semblance of dignity even if she's entirely amused]

Oh, I'm sure they're figuring that out with all of us running around.

[fuga]

They are not as intelligent as you give them credit for.

[ It's obvious how unhappy she is, and Lauralae is doing her best to fight back against the rising urge to be violent and deadly; she wants to lash out at all these strangers, to fight and bite and become someone else, but she doesn't. She is meant to be trying to make a new path for herself, as she said in whispered words to Leto, but it isn't working as she had imagined it might. People are too strange, too different, and ask too much of her.

She cannot make sense of strangers that live on touch and sharing intimate thoughts and memories. She cannot bear the idea of giving up parts of herself for someone else to take - not when she struggles enough with it being in her own mind.

Instead, she turns her gaze back to Meg, her eyes dark and her expression as frustrated as she feels. ]

Some on the fleet would stand for such treatment. They make it harder for those of us that do not.

[angelherding]

Oh no, not all of them. There are a few dumber ones who will never learn.

[had they been harmful or worse in any way, Meg would've made a mess of things by now. She was one for restraint, sure, and she had promised to try to be on her best behavior. But even she had her limits, and if it wasn't as harmless as it was she would've leveled the entire market by now. Her patience was terrible, after all, she did like to make examples of things.

Instead, though, she's made a game of it, for those who still haven't learned. Counting the seconds until someone lets go, rating their expressions of surprise or horror on a ten point scale. It keeps her entertained and out of trouble, and it takes very little effort. It's all harmless after all, wasn't it? So was her game, even if she was trying to see how much she could make someone freak out]

That's because the fleet is too friendly. Or accepting, or both. But that's how humans are, sometimes.

[fuga]

Not even time will give them such gifts.

[ Lauralae knows that if she had been threatened she would have dealt with the populace easily enough; she had magic at her side and a transformation to keep her safe, and she has strength beyond strength, the kind that no one could imagine of her. She was not unkillable, of course, but she would not lie dead for long; she would return as strong as she was before, only fuelling her anger and her temper.

She turns her attention back to Meg and hesitates, drinking her in. Lauralae knows she is small in stature but she makes up for it in spirit and she can't help the way her eyes drag over the woman, considering her for a long, long moment. Then she turns her gaze away, uncomfortable and unsure, tense and a little torn at the mention of humans. ]

You are not human.

[ Perhaps that is what drew Lauralae to her - perhaps that's what brought her to this woman's side. The knowledge that they shared something. ]