talking to ghosts

[ninjavampire]

Who: Miggy & You??
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also

Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.

But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.

And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.

((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))

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[orivodika]

Boba straightens up and puffs his chest out.

"I'm a pilot," he says with pride. "I've been taking care of my ship for years."

That is, he was taking care of it. But now it's gone. The only home he had left.

He deflates a little. His eyes goes from Dan to the ground.

"I've been flying for my whole life," Boba adds more quietly. He lost some of his enthusiasm when he remembered what happened to the Slave I-- damaged by the jetiise before Aurra crashed it. He never got the chance to see the wreckage, he was detained right after.

[ninjavampire]

Dan's mix-up with astrology gets a confused look from Miguel, but it eventually mellows into some quiet sympathy as Lucky loses the spirit in his voice. He isn't sure if navigating a ship like he used to would really be an option here.

"A starship is a bit beyond what can be slapped together with tech from this decade." he says. "But Lucky's chipped in quite a bit with the lab. Probably wouldn't have finished as quickly without the extra hand."

Which was... half-true. Lucky was very skilled, prodigiously by Nueva York standards. Miguel was happy to give him tasks whenever he wandered in, but he was still just a kid. So, the kid had plenty of free time to do whatever before Miguel would start to look for him to make sure he had eaten and hadn't gotten into too much trouble.

[hallelujahjunction]

Dan tries to match Lucky's pride with warmth; he's good at walking that line that keeps encouragement from coming across as condescending. He can guess what gives Lucky pause, because Dan felt the same way when he ended up in the Wilderlands without his gun. He defined himself as a sharpshooter for so long that having that stripped away from him felt like getting the wind knocked out of him and not being able to catch it again for weeks.

"Yeah? You driven the sleigh yet?" He wags his eyebrows, catching that Miguel's trying to keep Lucky involved. "Or even gotten a chance to ride in it? It's a blast."

Dan loves the sleigh. It drives Bunny crazy. And it's the closest Dan's ever come to flying, as someone who's never ridden in a plane or chopper or anything of that nature.