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parkinglotangelWho: Michael, Robin, Riku, and Rin
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the Bloodsport
When: Today -> until the plague is cured?
[After centuries of existence, having seen atrocities and having battled devils, including Satan himself, Michael has never felt anything quite like this.
Namely, being totally, utterly, helplessly sick. And much like many of the not-entirely mortal on the fleet, the angel has absolutely no idea how to deal with this admittedly novel experience. As the plague worsened, he's given up his usual cheerful attitude and any pretense of functioning.
Probably much to the chagrin of his healthier crewmates.
For now the miserable angel can be found slumped facedown over the arm of his couch, moaning dramatically into the upholstery. He'll be sure to moan extra loud if someone not sick happens to pass by.]
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the Bloodsport
When: Today -> until the plague is cured?
[After centuries of existence, having seen atrocities and having battled devils, including Satan himself, Michael has never felt anything quite like this.
Namely, being totally, utterly, helplessly sick. And much like many of the not-entirely mortal on the fleet, the angel has absolutely no idea how to deal with this admittedly novel experience. As the plague worsened, he's given up his usual cheerful attitude and any pretense of functioning.
Probably much to the chagrin of his healthier crewmates.
For now the miserable angel can be found slumped facedown over the arm of his couch, moaning dramatically into the upholstery. He'll be sure to moan extra loud if someone not sick happens to pass by.]
