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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!]

July Planet Information

First Mingle Post

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[mistyday]

This guy was shoving people around and freakin' out about them touching him. Even kids. And I ain't gonna stand for that. We got into a fight about it and he shot me with his laser gun thing before runnin' off.

[therewerefifty]

Laser gun... so he was one of us, then. [There's something that almost passes for irritation in her expression. Her crew is always under attack by someone in the fleet, it seems.] Do you know who it was?

[Her tone isn't judgmental; she's not upset with Misty of course. But the shot is a non-lethal one, and the man fled. It's not the same as Winter. All the same, she'd like to get to the bottom of this.]

[mistyday]

[Misty shakes her head.]

I don't know his name but...

[She lifts her uninjured arm, holding out her hand to Makie.]

I can show you what he looks like, I think, with the magic they got here.

[therewerefifty]

[Makie directs a sharper look at the injury when Misty moves, but when it doesn't seem to hurt her she relaxes again, leaning out to take Misty's hand.] Please. I should speak to him.

[For her own part, she tries to hold anything back from such a touch except for concern and reassurance.]

[mistyday]

[When Misty takes her hand, Makie will be immediately met with an angry image of Max, shoving people to the ground, arguing, then drawing a gun on her. Misty won't be forgetting his face any time soon. Fear and confusion tangles in with the anger and there's the thought don't let go don't let go who knows what he'll do?]

[therewerefifty]

[She draws back in startlement. She knows this man. A loner and survivor to be sure, but she hadn't expected he'd take his anger out on a crowd. Let alone Misty for...what?]

What did you do to him? Stopped him from hurting others? [Don't let go don't let go-- she knows Misty has gifts, but she's unsure what they are.]

[mistyday]

I...

He wouldn't listen to me, tried to run away. I didn't mean to freak him out I just wanted him to see... and then our memories started going back and forth. Bad memories. I was worried if I let him go like that he might hurt someone.

[therewerefifty]

[Well, that sounds like a clusterfuck. It could have been worse, so much more-- she thanks whatever gods might be listening Max shot to wound and not to kill, and shakes her head minutely.]

You did what you could. We should take you back to the ship, when this honoured healer has finished with you.

I will talk to him.

[mistyday]

[Misty's brow furrows with worry.]

I don't want you to get hurt 'cause of me.

[therewerefifty]

If I get hurt, it will be as a result of my own unwise actions. [She smiles faintly.] But I elect to be wise. You need not worry.

[But this needs addressing. She needs to know if Max is the type to make this worse.]

[mistyday]

I can't help but worry. You're my friend.

[therewerefifty]

[The startlement at that statement is clear in her expression. It crumbles, softens out over the next moments, into warmth as she reaches out to touch Misty's hand. She's never been claimed as a friend before.

It's nice. Thank you.]

Then I will be extra cautious. Truly, Misty, I only wish to speak with him. We've had dealings before.

[mistyday]

[Misty warms at her touch. It is nice, to be able to say it too. She knows what it's like to be lonely.]

What kinda dealings?

[therewerefifty]

Professional. We've traded in weapons.

[That's pretty much it. She glances at the healer again as she finishes up, taping down gauze securely before the woman gives a small nod.]

Let me help you back to the ship.

[mistyday]

[Misty turns to the healer to take her hand, sending her graditude through that connection. The woman smiles and pats her hand before taking her leave of them. Then Misty climbs to her feet, careful not to lean on her injured arm. Once on her feet she nods at Makie.]

Thank you.