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[luvs_yogurt]

Michael comes downstairs from his room and almost hesitantly posts a note on the board eagerly declaring 'Need A Hand' in thick script. It's not that he doesn't want to help, it's that he can't help but question his motives. Sure, he could always use the money - but deep down he knows it's about more than that. It's about not wanting to go back to Miami just yet, about wanting to deal with problems that aren't his own. And more than anything, part of him wants to see what other places are out there.

Idly scrubbing a hand across the obvious scars healing on the back of his head, he sits at his favorite corner stool at the bar and orders up a cup a black coffee and a blueberry yogurt to hopefully make it through the morning. If he doesn't hear from someone in a couple days he'll simply move on and go back to Miami to what he really knows he should be doing and not avoiding.


[ooc: Michael's looking for work! Go read the notice! Also, open for 'morning' (or afternoon, or evening... time's gotten a bit wibbly for him since staying the last few days at Milliways) conversation.]

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[badinlatin]

Mal comes into the bar this morning more or less to check on Ma, but when he starts to walk towards the staff wing, he spots Michael's note.

Hunh.

Might be of use, once I get a rutting job lined up.

[luvs_yogurt]

[ooc: He'd definitely be up for it.]

[thenewblack]

Artemis isn't writing anything next to the note. She is absently tapping a finger on the cork next to it.

That and she's wearing an awful looking radio headset.

[luvs_yogurt]

Out of curiosity, Michael turns on his stool, sipping his coffee as he checks the board where it looks like his notice has caught the attention of a familiar face.

A slight smile tickles the corners of his lips and he slides off the stool and approaches her from behind.

"Clock acting up again?"

[thenewblack]

"Clock's stable now," says Artemis, "Off the grid power-wise entirely right now. I actually ended up buying some surplus solar panels from what I'm pretty sure was a supervillain's rummage sale out back."

[luvs_yogurt]

"Ouch," he whistles softly, shaking his head; "I missed a surplus sale? Damn. I love surplus."

Micheal looks back up at her, his smile just the slightest bit more apparent as he looks at her through the amber lenses. "What's with the power outage?"

[thenewblack]

"Wire snips and I have been escalating. It was hard on the apartment."

[luvs_yogurt]

He shakes his head and forces a grimace. "Sounds pretty bad there."

[gavin62truck]

The door is shoved open, and Tommy strides in, dressed for work and glowering.

Goddamn early morning shift. Nobody made coffee yet. Tommy won't make it himself because he doesn't do that menial shit at the firehouse. Probie will get a boot up his ass. Later.

"Coffee," he blarghs at the bar. Ugh. Words. Why talking. Need coffee now.

He takes a few gulps and tries to rub the sleep out of his face.

So it's a while before he looks up and sees the guy at the other corner of the bar.

"Oh, hey, Michael, how's it goin'?"


[OOC: Sorry for tagging like ALL OF YOUR PUPS. Just thought I'd catch Michael before he goes on an adventure.]

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael takes the last bite of his cup of yogurt and then closes the book he was reading before looking back up at the guy - already looking considerably better than he did the last time they saw each other.

When he speaks almost all the roughness is gone from his voice; "Hey, just brushing up on my foreign language skills. How you holding up?"

[ooc: I welcome your tags always! And no plans as yet.]

[gavin62truck]

Tommy ambles over, cup of coffee in hand. "Oh, fine, fine, just starting a super-early shift today is all, but other than that, things've been okay. How 'bout you? Almost back to normal, huh?"

[luvs_yogurt]

He clears his throat with a swallow of hot coffee and nods; "Been laying low - Deputy's orders."

Michael smiles, looking down at his partially eaten yogurt. He had really done exactly what he said he was gonna do and rested up... if that's not a sign he's in over his head nothing is.

[gavin62truck]

There's a brief questioning frown, but then he gets it and gives him a smirk and a nod. "Ah, right. Got'cha. Yeah, Emma said you were holed up in your room. Probably would've used her cuffs on you if you were thinking of doing otherwise."

[luvs_yogurt]

He laughs into his coffee and nods; "Yeah, well - while I wouldn't mind the opportunity to show off my escape skills, she asked nicely."

And gave him the eyes, which he really can't say 'no' to when she's probably right. Probably.

"I'm pretty much back on my feet now, though. Drumming up some work for extra cash before I head home."

[not_his_pa]

William's resting his elbow on a pillow on the counter and is a bit lost in a dime novel.

Though he shifts and winces which makes him look up and he sees Michael, "Hey, you doin' alright?"

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael watches the kid quietly, happy to finish off his breakfast while he reads - and it's not until he's noticed he offers a thin smile and answers; "Had a bit of a rough brush last week but I'm doing all right."

He leans against the wall, turned to face William, and adds; "You win the fight?"

It's a question he's asked before, and he gets the impression that if the younger man's as similar to himself as he thinks he is - it won't be the last time either.

[not_his_pa]

"It was a draw, but hard to properly win against a steer or some scrub. What about you?"

He manages a wry smile, he did his best and got the steer where it had to go.

[luvs_yogurt]

He chuckles under his breath and slips off his shades, given the pink glow of his skin and scratch in his voice it's probably not much of a shock his eyebrows are singed.

"Got my ass kicked by a structure fire," he shrugs; "but got lucky enough that a friend was there to pull me out and get me back safe."

It's been a hell of a week.

[not_his_pa]

Seeing how he looks, William's eyes go wide as he remembers the barn burning, "Shit, what sort of structure?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Hm. Interesting note.

I might be able to use your services, although the payment arrangements may be a little convoluted. We should probably talk.

My name's Knight-Sergeant Ellen Park. I'm in Room 101. If I'm in the Bar I'm probably wearing green fatigues with this emblem on them:

[hey35andholding]

"I give up," she says, flopping onto the stool beside him. "I can't take it anymore. How's he doing?"

She'll never learn her lesson about approaching spies from behind.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael turns toward her quickly, one hand quick to grab her shoulder - only to relax as soon as her voice registers.

"Jesus, Clementine... I'm jumpy enough, I don't need your help."

[hey35andholding]

Geez Mike. That earns you a jab right in your belly - quick and sharp, and damn strong.

"Sorry! Training reflex!"

[luvs_yogurt]

The blow to the gut knocks the wind out of him, but he grimaces through the unexpected punch.

"Yeah... right..."

[hey35andholding]

"You think I would try to kick your ass for no reason?" He could kill her in multiple ways and dispose of the body quite easily; she's not THAT stupid.