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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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[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.

[cephalon]

I would not have thought it possible, many months ago.

[He curls his fingers around hers, and a sensation of vague amusement follows soon after.]

[mistyday]

I wouldn't have either.

[She never gave up hope entirely but when her Coven failed her so miserably...]

[cephalon]

Then it is an acceptable outcome to everything.

[This is...a friend. She is a friend. One that won't disappear or beg for death or-

He stops that train of thought, moving over to lean against her shoulder.]

[mistyday]

[No, she won't disappear - not of her own accord anyway. He's got a friend loyal to the end now.

There's a hint of surprise that he initiates physical affection, but she's pleased by it and snuggles closer.]

[cephalon]

[It's reassuring that she doesn't move away, and he grins a bit brighter in spite of himself.]

Thank you.

[mistyday]

[Listen, Ordis, she'll cuddle with you forever if you let her.]

You're welcome. We should do this more often.