Eyuzi System Mingle

[lord_wizard]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you like!
Action: The planet Lyuku, the Iskaulit, and anywhere else you want
When: Sept 1 to Sept 28

[After a rather short time adrift, the fleet is finally in range of another planet. Small, peaceful, and colorful, there is plenty to do and explore.

Maybe it's enough to forget that vague feeling of unease.

Or not.]

((SYSTEM INFO))

Comments

[the_tailor]

You'd better schedule a doctor's appointment for that, along with how butthurt you're going to be soon.

[tempredmental]

You're thinking of the wrong butt.

[By now, they had reached the check in counter where they could sign up to rent a little ship. Keith pulled out his wallet.]

[the_tailor]

No, I'm definitely thinking of your butt.

[It takes him about five seconds before he realizes what he just set, and goes beet red.]

Not like--in that--you know what I mean!!!

[tempredmental]

[Keith quirked an eyebrow at Lance's reaction.]

Do I?

[Did he, Lance? That was a pretty intense backpedal.]

[the_tailor]

Of course you do! I mean, why the quiznak would I be thinking about your butt? That'd be the last thing I'd ever think about! Ever! It's not like it's even an amazing butt, 7/10 maybe, not worth my attention!

[His face is still red though, and his voice higher pitched than normal.]

[tempredmental]

My butt is perfectly fine! I don't need your approval!

[Wait, what? How the quiznak did they end up arguing about his ass?]

[the_tailor]

Oh, please, I've got a way better butt than yours.

[Lance honestly has no idea, but he's just going to blame it on Keith.]

[tempredmental]

[Okay, Keith... focus. This was about racing shuttles, not comparing butts.]

Well, good, because I'm about to kick it with this shuttle race.

[There, see? He got it back on track. He was proud of himself. Just... going to go over here... and maybe not try to look at Lance's ass to compare...]

[the_tailor]

You're not getting anywhere near my butt with that attitude, mister. --or ever.

[He huffs loudly as he signs them up for the next race. Stupid Keith, stupid butts, stupid everything.]

[tempredmental]

Just try to keep far enough ahead because I will catch you.

[Keith almost sauntered past him, fully intent on winning this one now.]

[the_tailor]

[He gives Keith a shoulder shove as he passes.]

You'll be eating my dust, mullet.

[tempredmental]

Sorry. Not in my diet. But I know I can leave you in mine.

[Wait...]

Dust. In my dust.

[Not in his diet- what?]

[the_tailor]

[Okay. Lance can't help but crack the heck up when he says that.]

What, that distracted by the mention of my butt that you can't put together sentences anymore? I'm flattered!

[No, Lance. Don't bring up the butt talk again.]

[tempredmental]

You got flustered about that first.

[Defensive much?]

[the_tailor]

I wasn't flustered. I was just...clarifying what I was saying! That's all.

[tempredmental]

Please. You were totally flustered. You even blushed.

[the_tailor]

I did not blush! The heck what I even blush for?

[Shut up, Keith.]

[tempredmental]

I don't know. You were the one blushing. You tell me.

[Keith smirked back.]

[the_tailor]

I wasn't. So there's nothing to explain!

[tempredmental]

You so were! [Though Keith looked more amused anything else.] Man... denial isn't a river in Egypt with you, is it?

[He poked his head into the shuttle he was given access to. It was small, but that was okay. It would be more maneuverable that way. He climbed in.]

[the_tailor]

Shut up, loser. You're not as hot as you think you are.

[Lance rolls his eyes as he pokes his head into his own shuttle, both to take a look and to hide his face. Now, he had to win this race.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith snorted a bit in response.]

The only heat I care about is the heat of the exhaust I'll be leaving you in.

[He gave a little mock salute and shut the hatch, hopping into the seat to get ready to go.]

[the_tailor]

[Just you wait, Keith. He's going to kick that not nice at all butt of yours so hard you'll be figuratively limping for a week. Lance climbs into his shuttle, skimming over the controls and adjusting his seat.

Definitely no way in hell he could lose this race.]

[tempredmental]

[They were given clearance to launch, racing was discouraged, but no one was going to actually stop them if they headed out to a remote area of the field and set their own course to play around in. So, Keith sent Lance a set a coordinates and a roughly circular route around some good obstacles as a suggestion after he'd gotten a good idea of what the system looked like.]

Well?

[the_tailor]

You got it. Prepare to get whooped.

[He grins and makes his way over to their designating starting point, making a few tight turns around some asteroids on the way to get a feel for the handling of this craft. It's no Blue, but he'll manage.

Once he's there, he hums, leg jiggling.]

Ready?