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[parkinglotangel]

Who: Michael
Broadcast: Personal comm - Bloodsport
Action: Bloodsport's shuttle
When: Let's say...Oct 9th, afternoon

[The idea has been sitting in Michael's brain since he brought it up to Zoe on the network. He didn't posses her same academic curiosity, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit fascinated. He'd never seen a spaceship before, but his view of them so far had only been the cramped interior of the Bloodsport and the distance exterior of the mysterious Marsiva. But after a few days, the archangel craved movement.

Time for an adventure.

He heads to the shuttle, opens the hatch, and then turns on his communicator.]

Hey! I'm gonna take a little tour. Maybe go say hello to our hostess. Last one into the shuttle's a rotten egg.

[And with that, he shuts it off with a manic grin. That's all the warning you're gonna get, crewmates.

No worries, though. Once he peeks his head into the craft he realizes quickly that a normally oriented chair presents some logistical issues for an angel. After a minute of frowning, he sighs and twitches off the trenchcoat that normally covers his wings.

Anyone who arrives will find probably find him like that, attempting to arrange said appendages so he can sit in the pilot seat. Mind the feathers.]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Jeez, sure. As long as the airbags don't deploy.

[he wanders in closer, sticks his head in the pod, and... yeah he's just going to reach out and see if he can poke his wings. 'angels' are weird.]

Can I fit in here? It won't be very majestic if I have my knees up to my chin...

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael twitches his wings away as soon as Robin gets a finger on them, but he can't really move them very far the way he's got them right now]

Please don't... [Which is the most serious he's sounded since he got here. It's not mean, just kindly stern.]

I don't think it's supposed to be majestic, but I'm sure you can. [Considering he's shorter than Michael]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he... stops poking his wings. he'll behave. instead, he tries to wiggle into the back... getting halfway into the seat before he decides--even if he could cram in there, "small-to-medium-sized" is not really a good descriptor of him.]

Okay, better plan. How about I send Rin instead? She'll fit, and she's plenty clever.

[parkinglotangel]

[It's not a good descriptor of Michael either...at all...but BOY is he determined.]

Suit yourself~

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hey, we can probably stay in radio contact, right?

[he leans over enough so that Michael can see his WINNING smile.]

I know it's a hardship, but I think you guys will manage without me.

[parkinglotangel]

[Oh you~

Michael grins back]

Hold the fort, will ya. Maybe I'll bring you back a souvenir. [He winks]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, you. You're sweet.

[he scoots back out of the shuttle~ but calls in through the door anyway.]

I'll go ping Rin, unless she's already been in here.

[parkinglotangel]

Tell her I'm leaving as soon.