Naviadna Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on the fleet or in the system
When: The month of June



Welcome to Naviadna! Enjoy the beautiful sights, amazing technology, and all the other wonderful things this system has to offer! Where will you go? What sort of shenanigans will you get up to? How are you dealing with the planet's insistent singing at you?

Have fun!

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Comments

[necromanswers]

Yeah, yeah. I guess I'll let you off this time.

[She might still give him flack for being such a dipshit about not telling her right away, but she knows how he can't resist a good con, even to his own sister, so to some degree she gets it. If their roles were reversed she can't say for sure what she'd do.

...She wouldn't have waited as long as he did, though! So she's gonna hold on to the "I'm mad at you" card for a while. At least until it's inconvenient for her.

With a soft sigh, she leans in and rests her forehead against his, just... holding it there for a few seconds. Contentedly, quietly drinking in the familiarity of it. Of being allowed.]

Welcome back, you dingus. Missed you.

[abracafcku]

["This time" she says, as if he'd ever let there be a second. He makes a show of scoffing at her so-called generosity until she leans her forehead in. It's been so long since they've been allowed a moment like this that he doesn't even care that they're still technically on the beach. She went missing without a word and then he up and forgot she existed for a decade. It's still hard sometimes, especially this soon after getting his memory back to peel apart the layers of what was real and what was the voidfish trying to fill in the massive blank she left in his heart and soul. But with her here, the very real weight of her in his arms and the feel of her forehead against his, cooler than it should be but familiar still, it's a little easier.

He luxuriates in the ability to touch his sister and know that it's her. Plus, he doubts anyone's watching them anyway, so he closes his eyes with a smile and huffs out a quiet laugh.]

Yeah, yeah, we all know how bereft you are without me. Adrift in a sea of endless monotony that is the little people around us. Glad I could grace you with my glowing presence once again.

[He tries to be grandiose, but his tone is soft and the teasing is perfunctory as he clings to her just as much as she to him.]

[necromanswers]

[She hums a somewhat non-committal response, at first, satisfied by keeping him close like this. She knows he's being indulgent - both for her sake and for his own - and she also knows better than to call attention to it. They're both fine like this, and pride... well, it doesn't mean a fraction as much as what he means to her. She meant it. She missed him, even while he was standing right in front of her.]

Shut up, you're just as much of a sadsack without me. We've always been better together. And we'll be better than ever from now on.

[Nothing can change that. Not the staff, not Fisher, not the Hunger... not even Lucretia.]

[abracafcku]

I take offense at being called a sadsack. I'm at least a sadclutch, maybe even a sadpurse, but I'm better'n a sack.

[He chuckles at his own terrible joke and then reaches up, flicking the tip of her ear.]

And if we're better together - you should totally join me in this beach look. I'm the height of surfer fashion and you know it.

[necromanswers]

A sad reticule. Stylish, decorated, and currently hanging off a lady's shoulder.

[She snags the rim of her hat between her toes and flips it up to catch it, shaking the sand out of it before plopping it back onto her head.]

What, this isn't beachy enough for you? I was never the surfer, remember, I'm no expert on the "look" that you invented.

[abracafcku]

I mean, it's [He runs his hands through his hair, squeezing some water out of the locks before flicking his fingers at her in air quotes.] "adequate" if that's what you were looking for.

But you could do so much more, y'know. Get a floral lei, grab some shells, get a nice sun bleach going.

[necromanswers]

Hmm... I'll consider it...

[She looks him up and down thoughtfully, then grins, her expression shifting to one of playfulness.]

...If you finally teach me how to surf.