Head down til the work is done

[charlieoscar]

» WHO? Everyone
» WHEN? After Mike's meeting announcement. (Timey-whimey. If you want your character here, pretend it's whenever you need to be.)
» WHERE? The Bridge
» WHAT? State of the Station Wide Meeting
» WARNINGS? Party-style post. Be mindful of individual threads. Will edit here as/if necessary.

[One hour before the meeting is set to get underway, a reminder will go out to everyone on station that interested parties should meet on the Bridge at 0900 to discuss the current state of the station and forward goals.]

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[pampa]

After everyone has said their piece and are on their way to do whatever the hell it is people do on this station, Miller hangs back to get Mike's feedback. Overall, it seemed... successful, if not wholly productive. He thinks they'll be into the Library and the rest of the ships by the end of the week so they can call it a win, more than likely. Except for one thing that wasn't on the docket. It seems like something no one wants to openly discuss, Miller included.

"It's about time for the Station to start fighting back again." He leans in close to say it even though it's no secret, and even though he knows Mike knows. The first week of each month, for those who kept track, was always met with some strange new challenge and the detective is willing to bet this new month will be no different.

[charlieoscar]

There wasn't actually much to set right; as many people as had been crammed into the space, there was little evidence of them all left behind as they cleared out. But Mike gives it a good shot anyway, moving with a steady pace around the bridge. Picking up an abandoned coffee cup as he passed it.

It was more the time, he wanted. A few moments to gather his thoughts, to settle the event in some sort of order. Into things he can actually do.

He's bending to pick up a waded napkin - scribbled with notes - from the floor when Miller sidles up.

"I'm hoping for possession," he mutters, shoving the paper into his pocket as he straightens. "That sounds like a goddamned treat."

Put in that order, it might have been a joke, but they way they sound gives the truth away. As tight and hard as the fist that disappears with the notes.

[pampa]

He eyes the napkin as Mike slides it into his pocket, but doesn't say anything about it. As for what he says, an uncomfortable expression flits across Miller's slim face.

"Funny you should mention that, partner." 'Cause, like, that was totally a thing in his life this month. "You talk to Kovacs?"

[charlieoscar]

(He's been known to use his pockets as temporary trash cans, Miller, don't judge him.)

Snorting a hard breath through his nose, Mike nods.

"Hell of a show'n'tell he had today."

[pampa]

Yeah, he'd seen... that whole mess. And purposefully hadn't engaged.

"He was telling the truth." Miller gestures to the rapidly healing bruise from when Kovacs broke his nose. "I was there."

[charlieoscar]

To be completely honest, a part of Mike wished he hadn't either. Having a sense of greater duty was a bitch.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, shaking his head. "...I know it was unlikely we'd seen everything this place had up it's sleeves, but shit." His head drops for a moment, his thoughts spinning with it all. After a deep breath, it lifts again. "Could you tell? Did you - sense something was off?"

[pampa]

It sure fucking was.

"Only because I spend every fucking day around the guy. No one else could tell - they thought I was fucking looney-bins until he broke my face."

[charlieoscar]

"Given how you usually look, how could you tell?"

He says without missing a beat, but it's low-hanging fruit, and it's clear his heart isn't really in it. It's a facade, done because it's expected, and it helps him pretend his bones aren't itching.

"At least it's something. I wasn't completely talking out of my ass up there, telling everyone we need to stick together."

[pampa]

He snorts, then shrugs. It's not a bad point actually.

"Nah, as much as I hate that Kumbaya shit-- we can't afford to spread out too thin."

[charlieoscar]

Mike looks around the bridge, head shaking slowly on a long exhale. What more could he say? It was bad. Probably would get worse. Soon. The faces keep moving through his mind - all the people he knows he can do nothing more to protect.

Folding his arms suddenly, he refocuses on Miller (so many faces).

"I wake up as something else, you've got my permission to coldcock me."

[pampa]

Miller knows that look because he sees it in the goddamn mirror every day. He waits for Mike to cycle through it, wanting to laugh at the joke he knows isn't a joke but the urge stalls and he sighs instead.

"And I'd break my hand to do it, partner." #friendshipgoals right here

[charlieoscar]

"Let Bobbie do it then." His arms unwind and he steps to pick up another piece of abandoned garbage. This, in this moment, he can do. "She'd probably get a kick out of it."

[pampa]

"That I'd pay to see." Only not really if it meant Mike was in as bad a way as Kovacs. "I can make her punch and kick you? Is it also my birthday?"

[charlieoscar]

Mike tips his chin down, slanting Miller a look.

"Changed my mind, Alex gets to make the call. Before you sic Bobbie on me for sneezing."

[pampa]

Miller shrugs. "Suit yourself. But I did run a strike team once and no one died. ...Well, except the guy I killed." Sort of, that's not the whole story, but whatever. He could totally be trusted with this!!

[charlieoscar]

Mike actually laughs, grin flashing over his shoulder at Miller.

"Suddenly I'm brimming with confidence."