April System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]

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[passingthrough]

[Just the regimented time periods of "work" as part of a day are going to be new. That's always just been mixed in with her life. There wasn't really a schedule to adhere to.]

Yeah. Can I have the bathroom to clean up and meet you out there?

[winn]

You can have anything you want.

[ he kisses her and carefully gets up, washes the bubbles off, wraps a towel around his waist, picks up their discarded clothes, winks, and heads back into the bedroom. ]

[passingthrough]

[It isn't terribly long after that she phases through the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around her.] Don't think I miss the part where you stole my clothes, sir. [Not that she was likely to put them back on. She crawls into bed with him. The towel and girl within it are mostly dry.]

[winn]

[ he has put on a fresh pair of boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in, because they went by the shuttle to grab their things earlier, yup. he wraps his arms around her and kisses her forehead, not minding the dampness that remains in the least. ]

You don't need them, you have me.

[passingthrough]

[Yep, totally happened. No one can challenge us on that.] Because you're a master tailor or am I wearing you now?

[winn]

Just slip me on, I'll be your blanket
Wherever, whatever, I'll be your coat.

[ he sings softly and boops her nose because it's a nose booping moment. ]

[passingthrough]

Is this a real song? [It doesn't matter either way. She's just enchanted by him.]

[winn]

I only wrote one song, and it wasn't a love song. Well, it was, but not romantic love, because, well, gross Opal's my sister.

[ yes, it's a real song. ]

[passingthrough]

I almost can't believe writing me a song hasn't been one of your grand romantic gestures yet. And so many things rhyme with Kitty. Pity. Gritty. Shitty?