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

[axiomed]

[ He's quiet for a while. He has always settled. He had to adjust a lot of his thinking around his new constraints. Finally he nods. ]

All right. No settling. See what you can do.

[beathach]

Good. Because either way I was going to do it. [but he softens a little and clasps Charles on the shoulder - enjoy that happiness and sense of feeling useful] Give me a couple of days and I'll have something ready.

[axiomed]

Take your time. I'm sure we'll be here for a while and I have plenty to do.

[beathach]

That is taking my time.

[axiomed]

I'm sure you're fairly busy with other things.

[beathach]

There's a difference between being busy and keeping busy.

[axiomed]

[ His expression turns sly. ]

Which one are you doing then?

[beathach]

The latter, of course.

[axiomed]

Of course. To great effect, I imagine.

[beathach]

Actually - yeah, it's been - helping.

Getting off the ship has done wonders, too.

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ]

We've been cooped up on those ships for too long.

[beathach]

Mmm. I usually don't mind it, but - even I was going a little stir-crazy.

[axiomed]

The ships can get . . . stressful.

[beathach]

It was fine up until a couple of certain someones almost gave me a heart attack.

[of course, there's no blame in his voice. He was feeling it before that, but the whole Winter incident definitely kicked it up a few notches after the dust had settled]

[axiomed]

[ Charles shrugs, unapologetic. He won't regret it or regret any kind of help he could offer Winter. ]

No lasting injuries is usually a good sign though.

[beathach]

[he wouldn't expect Charles to feel any differently]

I know. I'm incredibly thankful for that.

[axiomed]

. . . I am too.

[ His body has taken a lot, but now, more than ever, he's aware that he is fragile. Powerful, but still fragile. ]

[beathach]

Mm. Speaking of, how are your ribs feeling?

[axiomed]

A lot less sore. I still get a faint twinge now and then, but they seem to have healed up nicely.

[beathach]

Good.

[not that it was a real concern - he was a doctor, after all, and he'd been the one to look after him, but - sometimes logic isn't enough]

[axiomed]

[ He hesitates briefly. ]

There is . . . something else though.

[beathach]

. . . what is that?

[axiomed]

[ He drums his fingers against his armrests. The slugs stop moving. ]

I encountered something a few days ago. A dream walker.

[beathach]

A dream walker. [that was . . . new. At least for him. He'd managed to skip those particular events in Kyriakos]

Why are you a magnet for these things?

[axiomed]

A lurid fascination in telepathy, I imagine. They used to be like that in the library and Kyriakos too. I never told Erik about them though.

[ Because that would be Bad. ]

I can't speak for his intentions yet. Just . . . be careful.