seriously, there are so many dudes on this ship

[clownshoes]

Who: everyone on the SS Slashbait SS Bloodsport!
Broadcast: none.
Action: mingle post ; closed to SS Bloodsport crew.
When: pretty much anytime today!

[ So, a week after the SS Bloodsport has gotten itself a capacity upgrade, it's gotten a new pilot! This calls for some quality time together, checking in with the captain, and generally doing whatever the heck you wanna do.

And don't worry! The pilot definitely knows what he's doing. :) ]

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Counselor's Room

[parkinglotangel]

[It's maybe only been apparent to Robin and Riku that the Bloodsport has been down an angel for about a week. This vacancy corrects itself rather abruptly when Michael is beamed unceremoniously back into his room aboard the Bloodsport. He lets out what can best be described as a startled grunt and stumbles more or less sideways onto his couch. There's a fine layer of frost on his skin and feathers, which begins to melt away almost immediately, as well as a blue tinge to his skin.

Other than the abrupt entrance, he actually doesn't realize he's been gone for as long as he has. He looks pretty disoriented in general, to be honest.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...wow, Robin actually shows up at Michael's door unusually fast. like he noticed a presence suddenly beaming back onto his ship and hurried to go see what it was. standing in the doorway, he looks the angel over, and...]

...Where in the five skins of the Haunting have you been?

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael has to give points to Robin for the uniqueness of that oath, but it definitely takes a second longer to process as a result, leaving him looking completely bewildered and the most human he's appeared since he arrived. Just being an angel has always come with a sense of purpose and ease of mind. There was little to question or be surprised by in his daily life. Sure, arriving in the fleet had been a speed bump in that journey but this was small mountain in comparison.

He covers it with a hand through his hair but the emotion was there plain enough - fear]

I don't know...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Is that... frost? [okay, weird or not, he's walking right up to Michael, peeling one of his gloves off, and putting his hand towards his wings. he doesn't need to touch him to feel how cold that is.] We left the ice planet weeks ago...

[and he could have swore that Michael got on the ship to leave with them, so he can't have been down there. but here he is--and Robin has no other explanation.]

[parkinglotangel]

[For a moment there's an actual expression of doubt on his features - a confused frown as he shivers]

...no, I was here when that happened. I remember going to sleep in this room and then...nothing.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[okay... then something stranger has happened. he presses his fingers to the side of Michael's face, then, seeing what his skin feels like--maybe if he has a pulse, while he's at it.]

You're cold?

[parkinglotangel]

Well, I didn't get back from a tropical island vacation, if that's what you mean...

[The sarcasm isn't very strong, but it's there. It's a hard muscle to flex, metaphorically speaking, when everything feels all sludgy. Robin can feel that he does indeed have a pulse, though it's a bit thready, and the angel stills against the touch. The expression on his face shifts slowly from bewilderment to concern for his captain. Michael had plenty of selfish concerns, but at his core it was impossible for him not to care about others.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Okay. Hang on.

[he also has plenty of selfish concerns, and he remembers very well that he'd been acting badly towards Michael the last time that they talked... but underneath all that he is a creature who feels a pull to care for others, especially when their suffering is not as fate intended. he doesn't know much about angels, but he instinctively understands that this shouldn't be happening.

so he pats him on the shoulder once before disappearing out of the room and coming back a moment later (it's a small ship) with a couple of blankets from the Bunks. he drapes one around Michael's shoulders without a word and tries to hand him the other one.]

Any other feelings? Pain, dizziness, maybe an overwhelming sense of dread?

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael isn't mortal, so issues of mortality aren't something that he tends to entertain much, except on those quiet moments when he wonders what it'd be like to be truly human. He plays at it by choosing a form like the one he's wearing now, but it's a shell over the fact that in the end, ceasing to exist is not an issue. So this helpless feeling, much like the one he'd experienced when he was sick last month, renders him slightly paralyzed with shock.

He continues to watch Robin carefully, like the proverbial deer of metaphor, though with an expression that grows more thoughtful as he defrosts. He takes the second blanket, but holds it numbly in his hands]

No, yes, and I wouldn't call it 'overwhelming'.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...he frowns a little at Michael's hands. he manages to sound a little more like his usual self, here.]

Are you going to just hold that, or...?

[parkinglotangel]

[Which is kind of encouraging. In a way.]

Mm? Oh...sure...

[Michael smirks and wraps it around himself, around the front, so he's more or less in a blanket cocoon that starts to make him feel better almost immediately.]

Thanks.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, good. Robin sighs, a little relieved. Michael playing along or genuinely being comforted or whatever makes him feel much better.]

I'm glad whatever it was decided to send you back.

[parkinglotangel]

[There's a kind of twinkle in his eyes as he smiles in response to that]

Did you miss me?

[clownshoes]

[ it's sora's curious nosing around in every part of the ship that draws his attention to micheal as he pokes his head into the room. ]

Uh...are you okay?

[parkinglotangel]

[The appearance of a new face can be only so startling after the re-entrance he just made, so Sora earns only a slight frown from the angel as he tries to shift into a more conventional sitting position, which also involves re-arranging his wings - something that he begins to manage rather stiffly]

I've been worse. [He forces a smile at the kid, but it's still true. Fighting devils wasn't a painless experience]

[clownshoes]

Do you need any help? I don't have my healing magic, but I can try and find someone who knows first-aid...

[ He gives the man's wings an interested look. He's only seen people with them a few times. ]

[parkinglotangel]

[Healing magic? That earns Sora a quietly interested look from Michael, but he doesn't think things are quite that critical.]

No. Just need a few minutes...[He rubs his hands together]

I don't think we've met.

[clownshoes]

Yeah, probably not! I'm Sora! I got transferred here as the pilot a few days ago! It's nice to meet you.

[parkinglotangel]

You're a bit short for a pilot. [Although this is said in the nicest way possible]

I'm Michael. I'd offer you a handshake but...[He blows onto his hands and continues rubbing them together]

[clownshoes]

I just-- I haven't finished growing, that's all!

[ it's not his fault he's like a foot shorter than everyone but the non-disney girls. ] It's okay! Do you want me to go get you anything?

[parkinglotangel]

[He's all about uncomfortable truths.

His first instinct tends towards a drink or a cigarette, but after a moment of hesitation, he edits that to...]

Tea?

[clownshoes]

Okay! Uh...do we have any? [ sora drinks mostly water, so he didn't really pay attention. ] Like, do you got a personal stock or something?

[parkinglotangel]

Rin should had left some laying around...[Pause, and then a frown] Unless this isn't the Bloodsport...

[clownshoes]

It is! I'll go look.

[ Sora quickly toddles on out of the room...

...and then pokes his head back in, looking sheepish. ]

Any certain way you want it?

[parkinglotangel]

[Well, isn't he helpful? Unfortunately, there are limited resources around here.]

Unless we've got any sugar since then, no. Surprise me. [He gives Sora a tiny smile]