who engineered this undertow? -- visitor/invitation

[michael t.]

Things had been... rough, ever since the meteor had struck. That was probably the understatement of the year, but it was the most clear and concise way to put things. They were holding themselves together, but it wasn't as if they weren't reeling from what had happened. Michael was only barely holding himself together, having acquired a concussion during the actual catastrophe, and then following it up with a panicked breakdown when he woke up. Needless to say, he could feel things wearing on him. However, this didn't mean he was just going to stay inside forever. As tempting as it was to just hide beneath the covers and stay glued to his boyfriend's side, he knew that ultimately that would just bring about his downfall. He'd grow restless and snippy, or just make his condition worse by sleeping too much with his concussion – something that Roan had warned him rather severely about, before he'd darted off to go treat someone else. So, when the privateer wasn't just wandering around offering to help with the clean up wherever he could, he was checking the land bridges.

Getting to the land bridges were proving to be a bit harder nowadays, considering the meteor had split the land in several places, but that didn't stop him. They were pirates, after all, and he didn't mind getting a little wet. Plus, he didn't even have to worry about his jewelry or aviators, since he wasn't wearing them for now. He did feel a little bit exposed, having his mismatched blue eyes out for all the world to see, but he ignored that self conscious feeling in his chest, pushing all the way through. After all, was anyone really going to be preoccupied with his half-blindness right now? He didn't think so. This was all on the male's mind as he made his way to the land bridges that day, shaking wetness from his dark pelt and taking a deep breath. He could smell something faintly different on the air, although he wasn't sure of what exactly it was. He could recognize the scent of the Pitt or Tanglewood, but this was neither of those. It was more airy, and chilled. Frowning in confusion, Michael made his way out to where Rin and Playerone were moving along the tracks, his frown only growing and joining with a worried expression when he noticed the state Rin was in. Shifting a little awkwardly, the bobcat cleared his throat before speaking, "Hey there, you two... are you alright? If you're looking for help or supplies... I'm afraid you've come to the Typhoon at a bit of a bad time." He didn't doubt that Goldie would offer to help them anyways, considering her big and fair heart, but he also knew that all of them were struggling, especially right now.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]