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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.

[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!

want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]

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[parkinglotangel]

[Firmly] Hey... [And he steps partway into Robin's path, arm extended. He won't physically hold him there if he wants to keep going; all he's really after is a chance to look Robin in the face for a second. As soon as he does, his expression and tone softens considerably]

We're crew, aren't we? What does that mean if we don't watch out for each other? I get it, you blame yourself. But this isn't all on you. The past doesn't give him the right to make him your executioner, and I won't stand by and let him come for you again and again. I'm not saying you don't have to make it right, but tell me who it was so I can keep any eye out for him.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's surprised--but he looks up at Michael, his expression very open compared to his usual, all-purpose smirks and smiles. he looks nervous, worried. upset. there's a lot of blame in there, but it's all pointed inwards.

he feels sick and disgusting. 'why would someone want to help him?' he can't help the instinct. but he knows on a logical level that this is a thing normal people do. so he gives up, he caves in, he nods at Michael.]

It's Fenris. He's an elf.

[parkinglotangel]

Fenris. [He seems to mentally catalog this info somehow, maybe trying to remember his face on the network, and then he nods.] Okay.

[He lets out a breath. Guardian angel isn't really his bag, but it's too against his nature to sit by and let this kind of thing happen to a crewmate.]

[He places a hand on Robin's shoulder lightly, and offers him a gentle smile]

Go to him. Make it right. And remember that no man is lost who seeks redemption.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...funny how words like that can carry over onto a completely different mindset. let lets the words rattle around everything else that he knows, and they're odd enough coming out of Michael that he gives him a dejected look.]

Is that what they say, where you're from?