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

[passingthrough]

[She stops in front of Anders and leans on the bar, flashing him a smile. Still looking string free unless you count the ones on the shirt. They definitely have a style here.] I hear the mead's good. It comes in a barrel and everything. How can you go wrong with things in barrels—monkeys, laughs, fish. Okay. I'm pretty much out of things that come via barrel now.

[apurrstate]

[She definitely looks good in the ensemble, but he keeps it to himself for once. His flirting was a little slower to form these days. At least, with Kitty, he knew she'd take it for what it was: fun.]

I believe you can find just about anything in barrels these days. I believe my friend found potions and rocks and even money in some back home once or twice before.

Alright, you've twisted my arm, mead it is!

[He leans on his arms on the counter and watches her.]

So, why here? I mean, it's a very charming tavern, but I didn't take you for a serving girl.

[passingthrough]

Amazing advancements in barrel technology. [She smiles as she scoops up a mug and fills it for him.]

I'm not a fan of the food on the ships and Winn and I are trying to stay in an inn over the duration of our stay which takes money. So, I figured a job was in order.

[She slides the mug over.] I'm actually working some construction on some of the elevated buildings too. [Heights don't bother her. She can walk on air. The part she leaves out which answers his question more directly maybe is that she's surprisingly social and likes being around people.]

[apurrstate]

[He takes a generous sip and nods approvingly at the taste. Hardly the worst he'd ever drunk.]

You're doing construction? Really? Now that is a surprise, you seem less the type to do that than this. You're simply full of surprises, Kitty Pryde.

[He shoots her a teasing grin.]

Unless your true motivation is simply to eye the burly sweaty men at their work. I won't judge a committed woman for looking, after all!

[passingthrough]

(OOC: Continued here.)