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[anythingforyou]

[The Galactic Building is certainly one of the odder places to spend some time at, but it seems to be what some have agreed to do. It'll be interesting, if nothing else; a place that originally served to remind them of how far they were from home, being a place they willingly stayed at? It was almost unthinkable, but here we are.

Once the ordeal is finished, Camilla and Ignis are once again off into the kitchen; a long day like this deserves some good meals to go along with it. The stuff they have to work with is certainly...interesting, if nothing else; hopefully nobody minds eating vegetarian tonight, because that seems to be what the menu is comprised of tonight. Hopefully nobody minds eating their vegetables!

Get some rest, everybody; it's been earned after all that's happened today.]

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[eudaimonikos]

[First off, Michael's going to be off with Saturn on the Machine Destruction party! He's wanted to do this for a while; getting to do it without some kind of violent building takeover involved is a bonus.

Afterwards, he breaks off from that group to find a private place to change out of his stupid Galactic clothes that he never needed anyway. As he's returning towards the kitchens, he passes through the meeting hall again and pauses, looking up at the podium. Man. The whole vibe in this room is creepy. You gotta wonder about the people who joined up ages ago, back when it was voluntary, and thought "oh yeah, this seems fine."

Glancing around first, he trots up the steps and steps behind the podium himself. He seems at ease on a stage, resting his hands on the edges of the lectern and scanning the empty seats idly.]

...at least I put mine outside. Dark in here...

[He drums his fingers rapidly on the wood for a moment, then taps the microphone. Nothing. Can you turn it on?

Doonk doonk.

Huh.

Later on, he'll be off in one of the break rooms with all his Pokemon, eating. Quaver's sitting on the table across from him, his metronome-shaped tail ticking back and forth as Michael sings to him:]

There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds -

[Of course he's no David Bowie, but Michael's singing voice is surprisingly pleasant. Or maybe it isn't a surprise; he hardly could have taught the bird all that music if he couldn't carry a tune himself.

When his meal is over, he returns to the meeting hall, puts Quaver on the podium in front of the microphone, and basically just starts a David Bowie playlist. Because that's just today's theme, apparently. Michael leans back in one of the chairs to listen, quiet for the moment. He had a pretty decent time of it, all things considered, but there were still a lot of emotional pitches there that he doesn't normally reach. He probably could use the decompression time.

(At some point, before it gets too late, he disappears from the Galactic base entirely for a bit. Gotta go tell Liam that the time thing is fixed.)]

meeting hall

[niceoppai]

You taught your bird some more songs, huh?

[eudaimonikos]

Mmmm-hmmm. David Bowie!

[Since this is what we've been on about all day]

[niceoppai]

It's still so weird there's a guy called that. I thought all this time you guys were talking about the place.

[eudaimonikos]

Obviously your planet was named after the real guy at some point.

[This isn't at all obvious, but Michael has decided it is.]

He sang a lot of songs about space. Kinda a theme. Wouldn't be surprised if my humans already named a star after him, at the least.

[niceoppai]

Now I know how you guys all feel about the commanders. What, do you have a guy named Moonwalk where you're from too? Or Big Pink?

[eudaimonikos]

Moonwalk's just a verb. For walking on the moon. There is a singer named Pink, but she spells it with an exclamation mark. Like, P-Exclamation-Mark-N-K.

[niceoppai]

Huh, probably just a coincidence. Or your theory. But it's pretty fascinating, huh?

[eudaimonikos]

Sure is. If we had the free time, I wouldn't mind cataloging more information about all our worlds. Work out the trends like that. I mean, some parts are obviously due to the selection process - Cyrus probably deliberately picked worlds with human-shaped people to start off, since that's what he's used to.

[niceoppai]

That's true enough. What if one of us looked like a Pokémon? That'd just be weird.

[eudaimonikos]

I probably look more like a few of them than you, just in my natural form. But that's part of the point of the human body thing. Can't blame him for falling for it.

[niceoppai]

Huh, makes sense. I kinda just imagined "you, but with horns and maybe purple."

[eudaimonikos]

...why purple? I thought red was more traditional.

meeting hall;

[ventulus]

Who's this guy? I mean, the one who's singing right now?

[ Ventus has obviously never heard a thing of David Bowie, so naturally he's kind of curious about the man...not even knowing that it's him at all. ]

[eudaimonikos]

It's David Bowie! Well - technically it's Quaver, and before that it was me. But the song's by David Bowie. I told him not to literally use my voice, for songs I taught him. It just sounded weird.

[ventulus]

[ Oh! Well then. ]

...That'd sound pretty weird, yeah.

[ Hearing Michael's voice come from someone and someplace that's not really him. ]

This is the guy that everyone was talking about earlier, weren't they? I don't think I've ever met a or heard David Bowie back on any planet in my universe.

[eudaimonikos]

Apparently he can be found in a lot of other ones! It...actually makes a weird amount of sense, if you know about him. Strange guy.

To be honest, I wouldn't have thought Kayneth was such a big fan.

[ventulus]

Is he just a really special kind of guy?

[ To be a universal constant, apparently.

Well, Ventus knows little about the guy, so he'll take Michael's word for it. ]

I wouldn't either, because he seems like the type of guy who'd like peaceful classical music or something.

[ But what does he know of Kayneth's particular choice in music...? ]

[eudaimonikos]

As humans go. [Michael turns that response over in his head for a second.] Yeah. Yeah.

I'm not sure what I thought he'd like. Not that. What's the most boring type of music?

[ventulus]

Maybe I'll get to meet him someday.

[ That sounds like it'd be fun!

...As for the musical question, he looks thoughtful and then sheepish. ]

That's pretty boring isn't it? Or wait! Old timey music can be really boring too!

[ ...says the kid... ]

[eudaimonikos]

Sometimes they used to use cannons as instruments, in classical music. I liked those ones.

[Says the ancient entity...who is still sort of a kid]

What's old music sound like for you?

[ventulus]

Really? I had no idea at all...

[ That must be really, really old classical music, then. ]

But old boring music can be stuff that's on a record player and you know, has a really slow beat. The guy's or lady's singing and they sound even really old. And it's just...like the most lame tune.

[ So think 50s, but whether or not he explained it well enough is another story. ]

[eudaimonikos]

...Quaver, give us Unforgettable.

[Michael raises a hand quizzically as this starts. This sort of thing?]

[ventulus]

...Yeah, something like that.

The voice sounds nicer than most of them I've heard, but it's definitely close to it.

[ Tune's definitely spot on in terms of putting Ventus to sleep, though. ]

[eudaimonikos]

Thought so. This is Nat King Cole. Not a particular fan of his, but one of my friends put this song on at this party we had. We thought it was our last night, so we spent hours dancing - ended up with this. Slow dance to end the evening.

[He's contemplative for a moment.]

She always did have a flair for parties.