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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

Comments

[cajunspice]

Who ya captain again? Don't think 've run 'cross them m'self. [Remy knew Misty was on Kurt and Wrath's ship, but had no clue who was running their show.]

[mistyday]

Captain Vision!

[And oh how she hums with warmth and affection at the mention of her captain. Her loyalty and faith in him is abundantly clear.]

He's the best leader, he'll know exactly what to do.

[cajunspice]

[Remy went quiet as he tried to put a face to the name, or a voice even, shifting her weight slightly in his arms as he kept his pace towards the transport to her ship.] He... one of the robots, right? [There had been a few here and there on the Fleet, not always easy to pick.] Ya meanin' with ya, or with Max?

[mistyday]

That's right. He's an android.

[And here, she'll help by sending Remy a brief image of Vision's face.]

He'll know what to do about Max. I got all the things I need for me.

[cajunspice]

[Remy nodded his head.] Might be worth lettin' Max's captain know what's goin' on... or 'nyone who got mental health trainin' I guess. [They had doctors on the Fleet, but did they have someone who specialized in what was going on in people's heads? The only person that came to mind was Charles, but he already had his little clique of mutants following him. He was a busy man.

Getting on the transports to the ships, Remy let Misty take her own seat during the trip but carried her in his arms again once they got back on her ship.] Where to? [He waiting on instructions of where to head on the ship.]

[mistyday]

The kitchen.

[Yes you heard that right, she's not delirious.]

[cajunspice]

[Remy wasn't about to question it, he had only been on this ship a handful of times in the past so wasn't going to argue if she was right or a bit confused by blood loss. Carrying her into the kitchen, Remy kicked a foot out to hook the leg of a chair and pulled it out, placing her down in it and making sure she was able to sit upright before stepping back.] There ya go, cherie.

[mistyday]

Thank you.

[She sighs, feeling a little less woozy now, but still - she needs to fix this quick.]

Very top shelf of the cabinet on the left - I need the green jar.

[cajunspice]

[One more hesitant check to make sure she wouldn't just flop off the chair the instant he stepped away, Remy quickly covered the space between them and the cabinet, opening and hunting out the jar she needed. Bringing it back for her, he asked,] What else do ya need?

[mistyday]

[She gives him a pained smile as she unscrews the jar.]

There's some gauze in the other cupboard.

[She scoops out a handful of... goop. There's no other way to describe it: it's gelatinous and foul-smelling, hardly something that looks safe to put on a wound, but she does, without hesitation. Immediately the bleeding stops and incredibly, the wound starts to close, though not quite yet all the way.]