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driftfleet2015-02-19 07:20 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in driftfleet2015-02-19 07:20 pm
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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: Everywhere!
When: Until the end of the month!
[hey droot flooters! how are those new augment glitches going? how's your crew? what fresh trouble have you been getting into? how are those jobs paying off? whether you're in your ship, on one of the moons, stuck on Marsiva, or hiding out on one of the waystations in-between, your audience wants to know what you're up to!
note: there are an unusual number of shoes on sale in the shops today. the ones on Abeo are pretty ugly.]
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: Everywhere!
When: Until the end of the month!
[hey droot flooters! how are those new augment glitches going? how's your crew? what fresh trouble have you been getting into? how are those jobs paying off? whether you're in your ship, on one of the moons, stuck on Marsiva, or hiding out on one of the waystations in-between, your audience wants to know what you're up to!
note: there are an unusual number of shoes on sale in the shops today. the ones on Abeo are pretty ugly.]
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[It's nearly the end of the month, Bloodsport. Do you know where your angel is?
Not long after the glitches kicked into gear, Michael felt the urge to move and found himself a job as a guard for one of the many blackmarket transports. And more or less that means he's gone, except for occasional sightings on the various moons while the ships re-fuel and pick up new cargo. During these times he seems much like he had before, but he's going overboard, skirting just on the edge of getting in trouble as if spoiling for a fight. Because, well, he is. And if he's not doing that, he's probably inebriated to the level of dancing on tables and pretty much any else that comes to mind.
All these drinks don't pay for themselves, you know.]
Action (Accendo) or Broadcast (Bloodsport)
[A couple of days before the fleet is due to leave the system, the transport shuttle Michael was guarding is robbed by a rival smuggler while they're in port. Which would be a perfect strategy on a pacifist moon, except that the archangel is currently crazy enough not to care.
Fighting erupts on the streets not far from the shuttle port where Michael, trenchcoat thrown aside so that his wings are free to move, engages with a small group of men. It might appear to be an unfair ratio, but Michael handles them with deceptive ease to the point that he's practically toying with them more than anything. Even as he's knocked back he leaps to his feet and tosses nearby trashcans at his opponents, all the while laughing like the madman he is.
During the struggle, his communicator falls out of his pocket and treats his crew to a street-level view of this mayhem, which is mostly shuffling feet, random impacts of flesh, and his disconnected laughter.
Right up until the police show up.]