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]

[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]