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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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[grandstanding]

[Erik, ever the 'fun' one of any group, snaps his head up and plunges a hand into his pocket - before realising who the culprit was. He lets out a sharp, exasperated breath as he releases the screws he'd grabbed hold of, shaking his head at Tempest.]

You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood, given the local populace.

[noprophecies]

My, is that a rarity?

[she pockets the rest of her ammo for now, since she'd been successful in her mischief]

[grandstanding]

Vanishingly rare. I'm unapproachable.

[noprophecies]

Oh dear, you do look unapproachable. Perhaps I should leave you be.

[grandstanding]

Perhaps you should.

[Both of them know that won't happen. It's a matter of who breaks first.]

[noprophecies]

[well, considering she's coming closer . . . ]

What will you do if I don't?

[grandstanding]

I'll be forced to leave, naturally.

[noprophecies]

But we are due a touching reunion, dear. That would be quite rude of you.

[grandstanding]

[He sighs.] I'll make an exception, just this once.

[noprophecies]

I appreciate your sacrifice.

[grandstanding]

[He cracks a real smile, finally.] It's good to see you in the flesh, Tempest.

[noprophecies]

[gosh real names are weird. But she's taking that as permission to step in to hug him - though given the planet and it's effect, she keeps it brief]

You too, Erik. It's certainly better than those damned - whatever they're called.

[grandstanding]

[He gives her a hug back, brief but genuine.]

Space ships, my dear. And I know - they're terrible.

[noprophecies]

Yes, those. I am very thankful I wasn't there for very long.

[grandstanding]

You may find yourself having to return there. I daresay we'll be leaving this planet in a few weeks time. That's how it goes, here.

[noprophecies]

I do not mind having to return, I have done so a few times . . . I just do not like the idea of being stuck on one again. I felt off when I was on the one in the stars - the Marsiva?

[grandstanding]

[He grunts, remembering his own claustrophobia.] When they travel between planets, there's nowhere else to go. What do you mean, 'off'?

[noprophecies]

[she crosses her arms with a frown] Lovely. [her nose wrinkles] Off, like . . . cut off? My main source of magic comes from nature.

[grandstanding]

Ah. That makes sense, then. If a ship is in orbit, it's likely too far away from anything like that to register.

[noprophecies]

[she sighs] Mmm. It's annoying, but I have other magic I can use in the event it is necessary.

. . . I suppose I could bring a few plants onto the ship, but I do not know how well that will work.

[grandstanding]

You could ask the Vision, on the Windrose. He's built a garden in the cargo hold of that ship. There's a communal garden area on the Iskaulit as well.

[noprophecies]

I suppose I could . . . [she tilts her head] What is the Iskaulit?

[grandstanding]

It's another ship, but no one lives on it. [He leans back against the fence rail, gesturing as he talks.] From what Nightingale has told me, it used to belong to an alien species, only the Fleet was 'gifted' it after the inhabitants died off. Now it's used as a hub space. There are a number of rooms in there that people do things with. The garden is one of those projects.

[noprophecies]

It is a worthwhile project, I would think, especially if one is to be stuck in the stars for a long period of time.

[she moves to lean next to him] What else is there, if there are other rooms in use?

[grandstanding]

A range of things. There's a training room with equipment, some bars, a library, an art studio, a religious space...