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

[angelherding]

[no she should absolutely be small-talking with Meg. Meg loves small-talk!]

Well, happy reunion to your both, very belatedly. [she shifts, sitting up a bit more properly and crossing her legs] I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised - they're both magnets for this kind of thing. If it's not one thing, it's another, and so on and so forth.

[namisan]

[She raises an eyebrow.] How long have you known them for?

[And how much of that time was spent trying to kill them :| but she may as well find out what she can. It's a productive use of her time. Plus she's nosy af.]

[angelherding]

[she takes a moment to think back, and while her sense of time is still a bit messed up between dying and being held hostage, she finally tilts her head with a considering noise, giving the ballpark she came up with]

Seven or eight years, around there. Back when they were both still baby-faced and charming.

[namisan]

And gullible? [Arched eyebrows. She wonders.] Or did you guys try and kill each other at first meeting?

[angelherding]

Incredibly gullible. [she tilts her head a bit] Not at first meeting, no. The first few times, I was pretending to be my host.

[namisan]

Your host...?

[She. Isn't sure how demons work, but from the narrowing of her gaze Nami is probably 90% of the way to knowing what Meg is talking about. Sam talked about possession, after all. She just assumed demons had bodies of their own. Um.]

That's not your body.

[angelherding]

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