legionmissions | TO HAVE AND TO HOLD [modplot]

Who| Anyone who wants in
What| "To Have and to Hold" plot
Where| The planet Olum, Matihara Temple
When| Set vaguely the same time as "Gods Among Us" and "Other Mother"
Warnings/Notes| N/A

The planet Olum is a genuinely welcoming place. While the clothes they have to wear for the rituals are a bit...odd (provided they don't opt for coverups), they are comfortable, especially with such a balmy climate. Despite the Olumites allowing outsiders into their ceremonies, there's a distinct lack of tourist-ey elements; no gift shops, no merchants selling anything, just a spirit of genuine unity and celebration. The Olumite marriage guides seem to genuinely care about helping people with their relationships, and seem happy to share their cultural traditions with other species.

As far as missions go, it's definitely a nice vacation from the usual life or death struggles.

It means the Legionnaires have no distractions. They have to settle in and try to navigate this while faking sincerity as best as they can.

[ooc: All information about the setting can be found on the infopost.]

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The fine pollen drifting in the air causes her to sneeze slightly, but aside from that no one seems to be having any sort of adverse reaction. Then, he takes her face and she lets him with a confused furrow of her brow. At first she thinks he's covering her like the ritual demands, but then he starts artfully editing his work and she's back to being confused.

By the time he's finished and takes a picture with his omnicomm, she's just about figued it out, and when he shows it to her she smiles and nods. Not bad.

"Did you feel I was lopsided?"

But two can play at this game, and she runs her fingers along the stamen and then takes his chin. She looks over his face for a moment, considering, and then starts to sweep the pollen over his forehead. It's detail work, maybe a little more involved than her eye of Horus if just because it's not such a simple symbol, but she's pleased when she finishes. She does him the honor of taking out her omnicomm to snap a picture, then flips it around so he can see. It's a simple design; a line with two circles, a rising sun, and what could be easily mistake for a spork.

"There you go, Set."

"Not any more than I am," he answers with a smirk.

But really, he just wanted to see what she would look like with matching eye-markings. Verdict: cute as can be.

He's more than happy to sit still (or rather as still as Junkrat can possibly be) while she does his own face-pollen-paint, patiently waiting with a smile as he quietly enjoys the fact that she's...well, touching him. Someone is touching him and it's not because she's trying to help him, or get him out of harm's way, or get him out of his own way. He's not paying enough attention to the pattern itself to try to figure out what she's drawing, so he eagerly sits back to let her take a picture.

Junkrat is grinning as he looks at the detailed work she's done. He doesn't recognize the symbolism in it at all, but it's cute. He's cute.

He's...

Junkrat sits back a little, deflating in the process and the grin fades. He's got a full head of hair, trimmed but still thick eyebrows, a muted nose, a proportional mouth. Junkrat lets out a mildly sardonic chuckle, forcing out an uncomfortable smile.

"I look pretty good fer once, huh?"

She harrumphs as she dusts her hands off. They may have gotten him conventional beauty, but some of his expressiveness is lost in it; part of what made him him were his features.

"Good for an Olum standard of beauty. Do we have to have those running here, do you think?" She frowns for a moment, then fiddles with hers to turn it off. Maybe there's a risk if they happen to cross another couples' path, but she didn't think there were guards or video cameras or anything else that might catch them out of costume.

Junkrat watches her as she disables the holo-disguise.

"S'pose we don't have ta," he answers. "Haven't seen anyone since we started the trip."

It's been pretty much their own journey, as if they were the only ones out here, even though that's probably far from the truth considering how busy the temple was otherwise. He brings up his wrist and turns it off, his disguise fading in lieu of sharp angles from all directions. He turns to her, once again, grinning and genuine though not with full enthusiasm.

"Take a better picture this time. One that really captures me essence."

She smiles back as he joins her in their unveiling, and obliges with another omnicomm pic. This one she frowards to him directly so he can have it, instead of just showing him on her own omnicomm.

"That's one for the mantle, for sure." She settles back and looks around them, as they're sitting inside a giant flower. "I guess we could do the ritual, if you're ready." Since they've already kind of dabbled in it.

"Shame I ain't got one," he jests back, then reaches out with the both of his hands to rub them over the end of the stamen to cover them with the pollen.

Are they supposed to do this to themselves, or...?

Eh, hell with it. Junkrat reaches out and places his hands on Fareeha's shoulders to cover her skin with a thin veneer of metallic dust.

Fareeha follows suit, running her hands along the length of the stamen to get them coated. As Junkrat starts with her shoulders, she'll reach up and start with his face, swiping her thumbs across his cheeks and fingertips over his forehead, smoothing out the pollen into an even coating.

"Definitely one of the stranger bonding excersizes I've ever done."

"Aw, yer ruinin' all yer hard work--" he jests. It's doubtful that it would stay for very long anyway; it doesn't seem that sticky. He pulls a hand off of his face so he can run his own down her arm, both over and under--despite how intimate this might seem, he's not nearly as bothered or hesitant about this as he was last night in the tub. Her darker skin really compliments the sheen of this gold pollen, like it was meant for her skin tone...

"Good thing we've got a picture of it." She swipes a line of gold pollen down his nose with a grin.

Fareeha can't help but notice how relaxed he's being about this, and the change from the previous night. It's a bit of a silly, fun thing, but certainly not like anything she's done in the past. She trails her fingers down his cheek and across his neck. On the other side of it, she's more acutely aware of their position compared to their time in the hot tub.

"We're going to be tracking this stuff everywhere when we get back."

"I'm gettin' the inklin' that's the point."

He leans into her touch, but he doesn't move this hand while he works on the arm that this hand belongs to.

"This is how plants pollinate, innit? Getting their pollen all over somethin' else more mobile. We're oversized bees in this picture, yeah? Hey, what if that's what this whole thing is about--the locals ended up in a symbiotic relationship with the true apex lifeform on this planet and designed an entire marriage ritual to sate the reproductive demands of these formerly carnivorous plants?!"

Junkrat lets go of Fareeha to open his arms out, facing towards the center of the flower as if to regard the plant it's attached to.

"I, fer one, welcome our new floral overlords!"

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