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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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Wrath | OTA | From July 8 onward

[pain_train]

A: She Works Hard For the Money

[The minute Wrath is released from the confines of the medlab and allowed onto the surface of the planet, she is On A Mission. That mission is: to make as much money as she can. Since she's still not allowed much physical activity, she does the one other thing she's good at: she paints.

Find her on the beach with a little booth set up. She used her allowance from Captain Vision to buy local painting supplies, and is producing some excellent landscapes (both true-to-view pictures of the seaside and far more fanciful ones) and doing quick portraits and caricatures for anyone who will pay her.

At the end of the day, she packs up everything to haul it back to the Windrose for the night. She still seems to be sleeping on her ship unless someone else is paying for her lodging for the night, and packs her meals in with her as well. She's not wanting to spend any money at all.

Want a picture? Want to be a good samaritan and help her carry all of her stuff? She'll be glad to see you!]

B: Rest Time

[Since she is still recovering, she'll occasionally take a nap in a beach chair in the shade, or be eating her pack lunch somewhere with a nice view. All company is very welcome! Wrath's in a better mood than ever, being out on her own two feet and no longer needing a cane.

And there's only so many hours a day someone can do good quality work, so she'll be around, looking at whatever sights she can see for free and getting to know the local kids. She really likes kids. She often has her new fluffslug riding around in the collar of her jumpsuit.]

C: Hot Springs

[She takes a day here and there to go to the hot springs after being reminded enough times that it's good for her physical recovery. Expect her to be soaking in the hottest pool she can find, probably without bothering with a bathing suit. People just get so weird about that stuff.

Though she does find it very odd that she now has a few actual scars. This is a new thing for her...]

D: (Closed to close CR) ATTACK OF THE CAREBEAR

[Okay, but before she does anything else? She's tracking down all of her closest friends--ideally wanting to surprise them--and aggressive hugging and/or cuddling will commence. She's happy to see you guys.]

E: Wildcard

[Other idea? Thread we talked about regarding the magic tree or something terrible involving mead? Let's go for it.]

D, of course

[dancingmd]

[And what do you know?! Here's Beverly, taking a nice stroll along the shoreline, completely unaware of the cuddle attack that is coming her way.]

Re: D, of course

[pain_train]

[It could be a worse attack. Wrath's being good and not running yet. But she does walk quickly!]

BEVERLY!

[Hug tackle from the side!]

[dancingmd]

[Stumbling from the force of the hug, Beverly yelps with surprise at first, but that quickly turns into a laugh when she realizes who it is. She wraps an arm around Wrath, love for her friend radiating from every part of her.]

I see someone is feeling better.

[pain_train]

I feel great!

And Kurt is being very strict at me so don't worry.

[dancingmd]

Remind me to thank him then.

[She gives Wrath a little squeeze.]

How are you liking the planet so far?

[Beverly loves it, loves the people here, even if it makes her a little homesick for Deanna and heartsick for Daneel. Wrath may pick up small flashes of memory of them, mostly their faces, Deanna's big smile and Daneel's quieter, enigmatic one.]

B

[reconstitution]

[ He's on his way to his favorite spot on the beach, a book tucked under his arm and a hat on his head to shield his face from most of the sun. That's when he spots an achingly familiar head of hair sitting in a chair under an umbrella.

That must mean she's better, now. He hadn't gotten a text that she was up, but that's on him, too. He hadn't asked after her.

It's a relief to see her out of that bed. It had scared him to death seeing her so frail. As he gets closer, he doesn't see her cane lying nearby, so he wonders if she needs it at all. That's something else entirely new. Winter plops down in the sand next to her chair, setting his book on his lap. ]

So, since I found you first, does that mean I get something now?

Re: B

[pain_train]

[She's a little startled at the approach, but the moment she identifies her visitor as Winter, she gives him a brilliant smile.]

Winter!

[Wait a--]

What? Um? I guess that's fair? What do you want?

[Oh no!]

Does this mean I don't get a hug because you found me before I found you? [TRAGEDY.]

[reconstitution]

..I'll take a hug.

[ He didn't really have anything in mind, anyway. ]

[pain_train]

[She goes from doubtful tragedy to complete happiness in less than a second. Winter is obviously the best ever. That's all there is to it.]

Okay!

[She hasn't actually hugged that many people on the planet yet; she's not really up on the implications of it. And even if she were, she wouldn't care. This is Winter. Best friend, here.

She gets carefully off her beach chair, though she's moving just fine, with no pain at all. And here comes the hug, Winter. Frontal assault hug, hope you're ready for a lap full of bikini-clad pink menace.]

C

[outstandingbalance]

[When Natasha recognizes a face she recognizes from her time on the Marsiva, she pauses briefly to consider how she wants to play this before shrugging to herself and stepping into the water beside Wrath.

Natasha doesn't see any reason to avoid her, and she's not shy about bathing suits.]

Hey. Fancy running into you here. [She raises her brows slightly.] You don't mind if I join you?

[pain_train]

Hi Natasha!

[Since technically she's not 'Captain Romanoff' any more, no need to make it awkward.] Sure, the water's great.

It's good to see you! What ship did you get assigned to?

[outstandingbalance]

You like it hot. Nothing wrong with that, though.

[Natasha sinks in until the water is over her chest.]

Vanquish. Though I haven't spent a whole lot of time there yet.

The crew seems... young.

[pain_train]

It's good for your muscles. And has lots of minerals in it!

Huh. I don't know much about the Vanquish. So at least it means they don't have any major, splashy fuckups on their crew.

A&E kinda; yeah, about that sleeping on ship thing..

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt seeks her out on the beach as the sun goes down. It's been a few days since she was given the okay to go planet-side, and while he's made a point to see her each day Kurt's been keeping busy working.

He waits until she looks ready to start packing up to approach, taking comfort in watching her like a creep.] Hallo darling. Almost done for the day?

Re: A&E kinda; yeah, about that sleeping on ship thing..

[pain_train]

Kurt!

[Good to see him, as always.]

Yeah, I'm just packing up. Did you have a good day?

[ecclesiophobic]

[He nods, smiling softly. God, it's good to see her moving again.] Busy day.

Mind if I come with you while you take that back? I could carry some of it for you.

[pain_train]

[She moves to give him a kiss on the cheek. It's been a good day, and she's hoping she made some good financial progress for her project, though Vision and Winter will be the best judge of that.]

Of course I don't mind! And that would be great. I mean, it's not that heavy and I'm allowed to lift it all, but I want you to feel useful. [Wink.]

Locked to Kurt and Charles

[pain_train]

[Thanks to Kurt, there's a time or two that Wrath doesn't retreat to the ship to eat regular rations. She feels a little bad about Kurt spending his money (who knows how much it is, relatively speaking, she still doesn't understand it) but he seems to be having a lot of fun.

One of those times, she decides to try the local alcohol, since she's finally allowed to drink again--being on no major medications really helps. The mead arrives in a wine glass, and it's very pretty, amber-colored, though she looks at it for a long time, trying to place the color precisely, wondering why she feels uneasy.

Probably nothing.]

Cheers!

[The first sip bursts over her tongue and washes through her in a strange wave; the taste feels like it's going straight up the back of her throat and into her eyes, down her nerves, into her brain. And the sweet, sticky taste is like tar that pulls her under, fills her mouth so she can't scream, can't do more than widen her eyes slightly. She has just one split second to feel the first flutter of alarm and panic, and then something deeply ingrained and not-her slides into place.

Ready to report.

Automatically, she sets the glass down, sits back in the chair, relaxed. She isn't unconscious; her eyes are still open, she blinks, but she doesn't track movement, goes loose and limp and is completely unreactive if moved. Wrath isn't home any more. The not-her that remains simply waits, with infinite patience.

Ready for orders.]

[axiomed]

[ Something is wrong, Charles thought after Kurt fetches him. He could feel it without sinking his telepathy into Wrath's mind. And he could taste the honey on his tongue, the tell-tale signs of the conditioning.

This would be difficult. While Winter's mind had its own problems, it didn't possess the holes Wrath's did. Charles wasn't even confident he could patch those. But he had to try. ]

[pain_train]

[Everything tastes like honey and an undercurrent of hot steel, but what remains active in her mind is calm, very calm to the point of somnolence. A blank screen, waiting for input. In this context, the holes are simply unnecessary things that have been excised, with more marked artificially for potential removal.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles inhales, pressing his hand to his temple and dives in. He shakes off the taste and works towards seeping away the steel floors and sickly honey tang that lingers off Wrath's memories, the sign of manipulation. He doesn't pull at them, but he does lay bridges over holes and gaps, like quickly fastened neural pathways to the brain.

Hold, he tells them, strengthening them with her memories of the Fleet. Those were solid. Real. And most likely, not subject to the corrosive taste of conditioning. ]

Meanwhile, earlier in the evening:

[ecclesiophobic]

Cheers! [Kurt lifts his glass in toast and takes a drink at the same time, enjoying the sweet taste over his tongue. He's never actually had mead before, much more accustomed to the beer of his homeland (and his foster sister's paint-stripper she swore was moonshine, on the rare occasion she made it and he was fool enough to drink it.) It isn't bad, sweet enough that he might end up needing to switch to something else later in the evening.]

Darling, what do you thi-- [Setting his glass down, Kurt had looked to Wrath for her opinion, the question dying in his throat as he sees her staring straight ahead with a blankness that makes his skin crawl. Kurt glances over his shoulder, in case something she'd seen had provoked that reaction. Seeing nothing unusual, he rises from his chair and walks around to her's.] Wrath. Wrath, what's wrong?

[pain_train]

[No response, no reaction, no movement aside from breathing and the occasional slow blink. Her eyes don't even follow his movement, or that of anyone else nearby.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Shit. Keeping an eye on her reactions so he can 'port away in time, Kurt reaches to lay a gentle hand on her arm. Maybe feeling his concern for her through the empathic link this planet creates will snap her out of it, though he doubts it. Life is never that easy for him.] Wrath, can you hear me?