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]

Hank. Why wouldn't I worry?

[beathach]

Because you have no reason to?

[axiomed]

I was in your head a few days ago. Are you sure about that?

[beathach]

[he huffs a little, glancing away]

I'm managing it.

[axiomed]

Technically, we all are. The idea is that we don't have to manage it on our own.

[beathach]

Oh, did that part finally get through? [there's no bite in it; if Charles is saying that, then maybe that meant he was finally starting to realize he didn't have to do it on his own and he's glad for that.

As for Hank . . . well, mutants are known hypocrites]

It's . . . not as bad. I have outlets and I'm taking advantage of them.

[axiomed]

Outlets, hmm?

[beathach]

More or less. Making myself useful helps.

[axiomed]

You must have a lot of projects already.

[beathach]

Not . . . that many, honestly. I spend a lot of time helping the locals out with repairs, out in the forest.

[axiomed]

Is there a lot of call for that?

[beathach]

Not a lot, but they like that someone's happy to climb to the more difficult to reach spots or the higher parts that usually take longer. [he shrugs] I don't need safety equipment.

[axiomed]

That makes sense.

[beathach]

Mmm. It's nice that my mutation comes in handy for once.

[axiomed]

[ He softens. ]

It certainly helps.

[beathach]

[he smiles a bit, wry] It's not exactly how I pictured it, but I'll take it. I like being useful.

[axiomed]

I think we all do.

[beathach]

I think so, too. It's just been - ah, a little more pronounced, lately. Wanting to feel useful, I mean.

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ]

The Atroma has a way of reducing our autonomy.

[beathach]

I wasn't - talking about the Atroma specifically, but mm, they do.

[axiomed]

I know what you meant, Hank.

[ It's a problem they all face. ]

[beathach]

[he huffs a little weakly, rubbing at the back of his neck for a moment]

I know.

[axiomed]

[ He shakes his head. ]

Knowing can only do so much anyway.

[beathach]

Mm, well . . . it's admittedly tied up in - other things. So I end up making it worse than it is.

[axiomed]

We have a tendency of doing that as well.

[ He pauses. ] What other things?