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

[fuga]

Your kind are great indeed.

[ Lauralae softens, and her fingers move to his hand, touching the knuckles there before she breathes out. ]

You are the only one in this place I would wish to touch. Is that not strange?

[precedented]

[ He scoffs lightly, a silent sound. ]

My kind and I are not so deeply connected. They would enjoy seeing me dead or breeding stock.

[ He softens a little. ] That does not seem strange. [ But because he can't help himself, he jokes. ] Though, there's no accounting for taste.

[fuga]

At least you would create handsome children.

[ Is that a joke, from Lauralae?

The world is ending.

She huffs a noise, though, turning her head to one side. ]

I think my taste is well-placed.

[precedented]

I can't, I'm afraid. I'll have to live vicariously through my sister.

[ A different kind of joke. ]

Oh? How so?

[fuga]

I would imagine she may be glad for it, even if she may long for you to have the same.

[ It's something Lauralae might feel, but, of course, she doesn't know his sister.

As for the question - she turns her gaze away, a little embarrassed. ]

I see beauty in places others do not.

[precedented]

[ continued here ]