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 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]