[alright, so maybe Mikhail can sort of dig this place.
technological wonders aside (he really kind of wants to poke around the wires that may be in the walls) everything is... just a lot nicer than what he'd been put up with for the past few hundred years. the domes. the greenery. the view outside. the people. if Elysium really was as real as the fairy tales say, maybe it would've looked something like this.
but enough internal pontification. Mik's been given his room assignment and he's here to party... well, no, but he does barge in none too subtly with his arms out like he's expecting a welcome wagon and then some, doing a sharp twirl in place then pointing straight at Wash, regardless of whatever he may have been doing before this clown arrived.]
Bunkmate! The name's Mikhail— just Mikhail. Call me Mik for short, if you want.
[his arm lowers, and he glances around the room with an approving nod.]
Sweet place. You did all the decor by yourself, or what?
wildcard...!
technological wonders aside (he really kind of wants to poke around the wires that may be in the walls) everything is... just a lot nicer than what he'd been put up with for the past few hundred years. the domes. the greenery. the view outside. the people. if Elysium really was as real as the fairy tales say, maybe it would've looked something like this.
but enough internal pontification. Mik's been given his room assignment and he's here to party... well, no, but he does barge in none too subtly with his arms out like he's expecting a welcome wagon and then some, doing a sharp twirl in place then pointing straight at Wash, regardless of whatever he may have been doing before this clown arrived.]
Bunkmate! The name's Mikhail— just Mikhail. Call me Mik for short, if you want.
[his arm lowers, and he glances around the room with an approving nod.]
Sweet place. You did all the decor by yourself, or what?