[Michael walks into a nearly empty airplane hanger, a bowl in one hand, and waves to a man standing in the back by some boxes.] Hey!

[As Michael approaches the other man, he lifts the bowl up for a moment. The other man does not appear impressed.] I had some bowls like that once.

[Michael finally arrives to stand in front of the other.] That is crazy. [His voice is friendly in a way that sounds a little...sarcastic.] I got this in an online auction. Had to beat out some nasty Russians who were overbidding on everything. I knew you liked Columbian art, so I thought, what better way to say I still want us to be friends. [Michael holds the bowl up again and tosses it to the other man.

The other man, still unimpressed, lets the bowl fall and shatter at his feet without making a move. Michael frowns a bit.]

( cut for length )


((OOC: regular text is Michael, italic is Diego.))

Is logging in after a few days to find a month and a half of posts on the community normal here?

I guess it's my turn for a question.


What would you do for family?

I heard that a lot of people on here are fictional in other worlds.

How do you find out if you are?



(( Michael will not actually be able to view/hear/ect. any knowledge regarding his canon because I cannot fathom how that would mess with it. But he had to try. ))

I guess I should get this out of the way.

My name is Michael. I used to be a spy.


[Now will this thing leave him alone? Just a little?]

((ooc: follow-up to this post))

[The video shows a small room which, judging by the ship's wheel and dials at one end of it, is on a boat. On one side of the room, slumped against cabinets, is a man who looks to be in his early forties, dressed in a cheerfully striped shirt. He's bleeding from a wound to the chest- it looks to be a gunshot wound- and breathing with some difficulty.

On the other side, leaned up against the door and testing its handle, with a cell phone to his ear, is the man some people on the community might know as "Peter." He's looking a little different from the accountant he supposedly is- the suit he's wearing looks expensive, though he's without a tie. And he has a gun lying in front of him.]

"Carla?" [He is, evidently, talking to whoever is on the phone.]

[And by community magic, you can hear the other side of that conversation, if a little faintly. The speaker is a woman.]

"Bad day for a cruise, Michael. A very, very bad day."

"You think so?" [The man in the striped shirt pulls a cleaning rag from a shelf and presses it to his wound, trying to slow the bleeding. Michael has the door opened a sliver now, and is peering carefully through.] "And here I was hoping you came to see us off." [He closes the door.]

"I took the precaution of having the local marinas searched when I lost contact with Victor." [Michael has picked up the gun is moving along the room now to the windows, just barely parting the blinds to look through them.] "It seemed like a long shot, I hate to think my two favorite operatives might be making nasty little little plans together."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Well not to spoil the fun-" [Carla's voice turns hard, as Michael moves back next to the door.] "but the boat's wired with C-4. I can't have you leaving before we have a chat."

( cut for length, gun violence, and death. also spoilers for the Burn Notice season 2 finale. )


((ooc: Regular text is Michael, bold is Carla, italic is Victor.
All replies will icly be dated somewhere between two and three days after the post, seeing as how Michael has to do things like jump out of a helicopter, swim five miles, get arrested, and be held in prison. It's a busy time of his life, alright.))

[The sound is muffled- it's probably coming from a phone in a pocket or something like that. A man with a British accent is speaking.]

This is a robbery. [You can hear a woman say "oh my god" somewhere in the background.] Stay quiet, follow our orders, or people die.

[There are a few more faint exclamations, and the feed is suddenly cut off.]


(( Canon move to 2x13, "Bad Breaks." All replies icly occur several hours after the post. ))

Alright, so I guess this thing is real.

So how do I keep it from getting on my work computer again?

Oh god, my boss is going to kill me.