(( content warning for mentions of the 420 in prompts 2.b and four! ))
PRE-RESCUE; NON-KIDNAPPED CHARACTERS
( one; our buddies kinda left us alone )
[ so Michael's first inkling that something is Off is when he wakes up on the morning of the 12th and his roomie is nowhere to be seen. which, y'know, at first is weird but not unheard of because Kairi could've gone any number of places (the garden, to hang with her bffs, somewhere else) and Michael's sleep schedule is about as consistent as the goddamn weather when he's left to his own devices, but as the day drags on and there's no sign of Kairi anywhere? yeah, that's when the worry starts setting in.
it doesn't take long after he starts looking around outside and finding others doing the same thing to figure that this is some kinda mass disappearance. he can be found around Chroma during this time, looking for any kind of sign around town about what might've happened, so for once it is very easy to run into him almost anywhere! ]
( two; now he's just michael in the library )
[ Michael would be the first to tell you that he's no good at fighting. pretty good at dodging, after years of practice, but no good at fighting. so he's not one of the ones heading off to the forest to search.
what he is pretty good at? research. he'd usually have hit the internet by now, but Chroma doesn't have the internet. what Chroma does have is a library full of fairytales, and he needs to be doing something. so he makes his mind up, makes a quick post on the forums to let people know that he is gonna be camping in the library with all the fairytales trying to figure out what creepy fairytale creature from this creepy fairytale town stole everyone's friends, and proceeds to do pretty much that. ]
( option 2.a )
[ head to the library on the days before the island appears, and you'll find Michael has commandeered a table to himself. ... well actually, you might notice the stacks of books that he's piled on top of the table first. there's probably some kind of logic to the piles if you ask him about it. Michael himself can be found either hunched over at the table with one of the fairytale books open in front of him and a notepad with a steadily-growing collection of notes, or down among the shelves pulling out more books to go through. ]
With all the fairytales out there, there's gotta be some kinda clue in here...!
( option 2.b )
[ drop by this mess after a few days have passed, and he'll have not one, but two sweaters on, in spite of the summer temperatures outside. the weakness that's afflicting a lot of the people left behind is mostly manifesting itself for Michael as steadily worsening headaches and uncontrollable bouts of chills. it sucks. it sucks so bad that at one point there's a dull thunk as Michael's head drops, none too gently, against his notebook. if you're hanging around close enough, you might hear a muffled, dark mutter to himself: ]
Ugggggggghhhhhhhhh... c'mon Michael, weed is your reward, not your method.
DURING AND POST-RESCUE, OPEN TO ALL
( three; my big mistake was showing up )
[ so yeah, about Michael not being good at fighting? a few days into literally being worried sick and seeing fairytale text every time he closes his eyes, this apparently has no bearing on him making really stupid decisions like talking someone into letting him sneak onto one of the rescue boats once the island is finally clear enough to sail to.
he at least has enough sense to stick as far away from the actual fighting as he can while staying as close to the shore as he can, ducking and weaving to stay out of sight as he keeps an eye out for any kidnappees that might need help getting down to the boats. if he spots someone who looks like they're struggling, he'll dash toward them. as he gets close, he'll throw out a hand if it looks like they need it, not even bothering to suppress a full-body shiver as another wave of chills hit him. ]
H-h-hey! You're literally almost there, it's just the home stretch now!
[ HE'S ALSO KIND OF TERRIFIED OUT HIS MIND AND ONLY BARELY KEEPING A LID ON IT but luckily adrenaline is a hell of a drug so please don't call him out on this!! ]
( four; awesome rescue i'm so glad i came!! )
[ when it's all over and the boats have returned to the relatively safer and more familiar shore of the town, Michael stumbles out of whatever boat he was on and makes it maybe a few steps down one of the docks before he has to take five and grab hold of the nearest mooring post for a hot minute. the adrenaline crash is hitting him hard; sure, the headaches and chills are almost completely gone, but the full impact of everything else is gleefully coming in like a truck to fill all the spaces the adrenaline left, and he kind of just wants a nap and possibly a cry and definitely like, an entire joint, not neccessarily in that order???
yeah, he... will not admit it, but he might need someone to come and ground him a little. ]
( five; there's never been a better time in history to be a WILDCARD )
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PRE-RESCUE; NON-KIDNAPPED CHARACTERS
( one; our buddies kinda left us alone )
[ so Michael's first inkling that something is Off is when he wakes up on the morning of the 12th and his roomie is nowhere to be seen. which, y'know, at first is weird but not unheard of because Kairi could've gone any number of places (the garden, to hang with her bffs, somewhere else) and Michael's sleep schedule is about as consistent as the goddamn weather when he's left to his own devices, but as the day drags on and there's no sign of Kairi anywhere? yeah, that's when the worry starts setting in.
it doesn't take long after he starts looking around outside and finding others doing the same thing to figure that this is some kinda mass disappearance. he can be found around Chroma during this time, looking for any kind of sign around town about what might've happened, so for once it is very easy to run into him almost anywhere! ]
( two; now he's just michael in the library )
[ Michael would be the first to tell you that he's no good at fighting. pretty good at dodging, after years of practice, but no good at fighting. so he's not one of the ones heading off to the forest to search.
what he is pretty good at? research. he'd usually have hit the internet by now, but Chroma doesn't have the internet. what Chroma does have is a library full of fairytales, and he needs to be doing something. so he makes his mind up, makes a quick post on the forums to let people know that he is gonna be camping in the library with all the fairytales trying to figure out what creepy fairytale creature from this creepy fairytale town stole everyone's friends, and proceeds to do pretty much that. ]
( option 2.a )
[ head to the library on the days before the island appears, and you'll find Michael has commandeered a table to himself. ... well actually, you might notice the stacks of books that he's piled on top of the table first. there's probably some kind of logic to the piles if you ask him about it. Michael himself can be found either hunched over at the table with one of the fairytale books open in front of him and a notepad with a steadily-growing collection of notes, or down among the shelves pulling out more books to go through. ]
With all the fairytales out there, there's gotta be some kinda clue in here...!
( option 2.b )
[ drop by this mess after a few days have passed, and he'll have not one, but two sweaters on, in spite of the summer temperatures outside. the weakness that's afflicting a lot of the people left behind is mostly manifesting itself for Michael as steadily worsening headaches and uncontrollable bouts of chills. it sucks. it sucks so bad that at one point there's a dull thunk as Michael's head drops, none too gently, against his notebook. if you're hanging around close enough, you might hear a muffled, dark mutter to himself: ]
Ugggggggghhhhhhhhh... c'mon Michael, weed is your reward, not your method.
DURING AND POST-RESCUE, OPEN TO ALL
( three; my big mistake was showing up )
[ so yeah, about Michael not being good at fighting? a few days into literally being worried sick and seeing fairytale text every time he closes his eyes, this apparently has no bearing on him making really stupid decisions like talking someone into letting him sneak onto one of the rescue boats once the island is finally clear enough to sail to.
he at least has enough sense to stick as far away from the actual fighting as he can while staying as close to the shore as he can, ducking and weaving to stay out of sight as he keeps an eye out for any kidnappees that might need help getting down to the boats. if he spots someone who looks like they're struggling, he'll dash toward them. as he gets close, he'll throw out a hand if it looks like they need it, not even bothering to suppress a full-body shiver as another wave of chills hit him. ]
H-h-hey! You're literally almost there, it's just the home stretch now!
[ HE'S ALSO KIND OF TERRIFIED OUT HIS MIND AND ONLY BARELY KEEPING A LID ON IT but luckily adrenaline is a hell of a drug so please don't call him out on this!! ]
( four; awesome rescue i'm so glad i came!! )
[ when it's all over and the boats have returned to the relatively safer and more familiar shore of the town, Michael stumbles out of whatever boat he was on and makes it maybe a few steps down one of the docks before he has to take five and grab hold of the nearest mooring post for a hot minute. the adrenaline crash is hitting him hard; sure, the headaches and chills are almost completely gone, but the full impact of everything else is gleefully coming in like a truck to fill all the spaces the adrenaline left, and he kind of just wants a nap and possibly a cry and definitely like, an entire joint, not neccessarily in that order???
yeah, he... will not admit it, but he might need someone to come and ground him a little. ]
( five; there's never been a better time in history to be a WILDCARD )
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