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! ]

Comments

[grandstanding]

If we get incredibly bored, maybe. [Dropping the communicator back onto the table, he returns to the bed. He seats himself and pokes the fluff slug that's creeping up Charles's arm.] Or if we hear from someone we know that it works.

[axiomed]

[ It squeaks and continues its path up Charles' arm and shoulder. ]

All right. That seems reasonable.

[grandstanding]

[He watches the bright blue thing continue upwards, before reaching out to pluck it from Charles's shoulder. Erik gives it a critical look; he had laughed when Charles brought the two of them back from the market only a couple of days into the stop, not seeing much point in them. He'd much preferred the company of Scythe. The Absol had been more akin to a dog, after all. Still, these were... inoffensive, at least.]

We'll put it down as a maybe, then.

[axiomed]

Maybe.

[ The magenta slug watches Erik as the bright blue slug curls into a ball. ]

Don't bully them, Erik.

[grandstanding]

...I'm not.

[He gives it back to Charles. If they're too sensitive for him to touch... he won't bother, then.]

[axiomed]

[ He smiles, setting him on his lap. ]

They are empathetic. They can sense the feelings around people.

[grandstanding]

I thought they just gave out positive feelings. [It's what the sellers in the market liked to yell. Still, he wouldn't be surprised if the things were allergic to his feelings.]

[axiomed]

They can do that too.

[ He places the magenta one near Erik and it perks up, raising itself slightly before making its slow crawl towards him. ]

[grandstanding]

[Erik puts a hand out to it, waiting for it to crawl on.]

I suppose you'll want to name them at some point. [Even if they are just glorified fluffy beanbags.]

[axiomed]

[ It thrills, moving closer. ]

Hmm. Good question.

[grandstanding]

Not that it really matters. They aren't exactly going to come when you call.

[axiomed]

That's no excuse.

[ He eyes them critically. ] Iris and Lavender.

[grandstanding]

[Glancing at the slug now happily sitting on his palm, Erik doesn't think it really looks like a 'Lavender'. It's more red than purple. It ultimately doesn't matter to him, though.]

Wonderful.

Since we're making decisions, do you want to have this pie for dinner, or go into the dining room?

[axiomed]

[ Don't judge my naming choices. ]

Pie for dinner sounds fabulous.