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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[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?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Don't push your luck.

[he shoves his shoulder a little.]

You should report to the lab if you still feel under the weather later. All right?

[parkinglotangel]

[He takes the shove with a grain a salt and keeps smiling, though it's a fraction less smug than it was a second ago]

Aye aye. [He sniffs and settles back on the couch, already looking a bit less freezer-burnt] Did I miss anything, by the way?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

A couple of new crewmates, actually. The ship seems to have filled up with teenage boys since you've been gone. [he rolls his eyes.] Don't be surprised if things are a little louder around here.

[parkinglotangel]

Louder isn't so bad. Means you're living. [Also as opposed to depressed and quiet]