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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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Comments

[mistyday]

Aww see I knew you two could get along!

[cephalon]

'Getting along' may be a strong way of putting things. Ordis is finding that the creatures is tolerable.

[mistyday]

[Misty laughs.]

Well it's a start anyway.

[With great care not to squish any of the slugs, Misty lays back on the ground, tucking her hands behind her head.]

Too bad not all the planets are like this, huh?

[cephalon]

[He watches, intrigued as she lays down. There's a slight grimace at the thought of all the potential dirt and filth that could be picked up, but he quells the thoughts the best he can. He's trying.]

Ordis...prefers a more controlled environment, usually.

[He looks down and gently runs his fingers across the back of one of the smaller slugs.]

This part though, Ordis would like to take this island along with.

[mistyday]

Don't think we could get away with stealing an island, but it would be nice.

[She turns towards him and studies his face for a moment.]

You ever been on a planet before coming here? Like... Were you made on Earth or in space?

[cephalon]

Nice, yes. Though ideally Ordis would not like to disrupt any ecological systems in place. Just a pipe dream then, perhaps.

[He almost flinches at the question, brows furrowing as he tries to parse through memories.]

Ordis has...been close to the surface. Many times. Briefly though, only to drop off and extract his Operator from various missions. And even then, there is much more to be focused on rather than any interest paid to the planet itself.

[There's a small sigh, and he reaches again to stroke one of the slugs, drawing comfort from it.]

As to your second question...Ordis does not know. Ordis finds many memories missing of earlier times.

[mistyday]

Oh, I'm sorry. That's sad, to not know where you come from.

[cephalon]

Is it? Ord-I believe that perhaps it is...it has happened cor a reason.

[The shift in pronouns takes pronounced effort, but it's a deep show of comfort in Misty's presence. Certainly the slugs help.]

I am orokin in design, at the very least. Memories are...tricky things. Perhaps Ordis was the one who broke his own thoughts.

[mistyday]

[At that "I", Misty rolls over on her side to look at him better, recognizing that there's some significance in the switch, even if she can't put words to it.]

That's okay, I'm a little broken too.

[cephalon]

It seems to be a common condition. I am unsure if that is such a good thing, or not.

[He grins slighly, an attempt at a joke.]

[mistyday]

[Misty smiles gently and reaches out her hand to him.]

Probably why we're here.

[cephalon]

A fair enough assumption, though-

[But he trails off, looking down at her hand with an aire of confusion.]

Are you...sure>

[No, that doesn't explain his point well enough, and so he furrows his brown and tries again.]

I have heard from many a local that particular...things result from bare skin contact of the hands.

[mistyday]

You can share thoughts and feelings and memories if you touch.

[She frowns and pulls her hand back slightly, uncertain.]

If you don't want to...

[cephalon]

No, I-

[He falls quiet, contemplating before reaching out to very gently brush his fingers over hers.]

I am...worried. There are things that are not pleasant, in there. I would not want to alarm anyone.

[mistyday]

[For the moment, she just lets his fingers rest there, filtering her empathy though that gentle connection.]

You don't have to show me anything you don't want to. I just want to be here with you.

[cephalon]

[It's an interesting thing, calming and frenetic all at once and he's not entirely sure what to make of it. Is this what somatics are like? Certainly the concept sounds the same.

There's a hesitant brush of his own thoughts, reserved and concerned, yet with an underlying of welcome and tentative brightness that seems far too hard to explain in human terms.]

You are kind. Very kind.

[mistyday]

I just know what it's like to be lonely.

[An image passes between them now, of a one room cabin all by itself deep in a swamp.]

[cephalon]

Lonely...

[He allows himself to revel in the cabin for a time, deconstructing it in his mind, looking as far into the very essence of what it is, what it was, as he can. It's a strange thing, but he treasures the information.

In return, there's a sensation offered back, of lungs that recycle old air, of limbs of fire and steel, and of movement across a great, black ocean.]

[mistyday]

[It's a strange sensation, limbs in the wrong place and a body so large and yet so small against the background of space, but at least she has a better idea now what this must be like for him, forced into a different shape by Atroma.]

Do you miss it? Your body?

[cephalon]

I..

[It's a question in itself, and one that he isn't entirely sure how to answer. There's another shift sent along the connection between them, muddy and nigh indecipherable in its own right. Flesh now, cruel pinpricks and ants swarming, but it fades away like smoke, leaving in its wake a cool calm. Cold water down his throat, skin of iron, bones of steel.]

It is very different. But yet familiar, in a strange way.

[mistyday]

[Gently, carefully, she turns his hand over and begins to trace the lines in his palm.]

Like you are to me.

[cephalon]

I am?

[It's asked with genuine curiosity, and he looks down to her hands.]

[mistyday]

Yeah I mean... I don't know any robots at home, or intelligent computers or spaceships or anyone like that. The things you say don't always make sense to me and sometimes we make each other mad and you think nature is horrible and I think it's beautiful but I almost feel like... like we're kin, like we know each other anyway.

[cephalon]

Different pieces, fitting together.

[He'd never thought he was programmed for sentimentality, but there's a stirring of something deep in his chest that has him grinning very slight and very soft.]

[mistyday]

[Misty smiles back and ventures to take hold of his hand again, giving it a tiny, light squeeze.]

Exactly.