Got a complaint? Is there something off with my portrayal of Tyki Mikk? Is everything about my version dreadful? I can't say I'm very confident with him, which is why this is up here. It doesn't have to be just issues of OOC - if he's not fun to spam with, I want to know why. Tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll love you forever.

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[ The Sphere switches on to a close-up of one Tyki Mikk's face, though he doesn't seem to be paying attention to the fact that it's on. Ignoring it, he keeps tapping at the functions with all the randomness of the truly tech-blind. His attentions don't seem to be much appreciated - every so often the hologram flickers and the Sphere makes ominous clicking noises. ]

A potential disaster, hmm?

[ After several moments more, he finally looks at the Sphere itself. His mouth twists ruefully. ]

Oi, groveling boy. Still want that recording?

Well. Someone certainly likes to be dramatic.

[ The Sphere flickers on to the message scrawled across the wall of Level 3. There's a faint burbling in the background, barely recognisable as whatever noise the robots make when they're in pursuit. Then, a sudden crack of electricity and silence.

After a pause, Tyki steps forward to examine the message. From all appearances, he's entirely untouched - except for one detail. With a sigh, he glances down at his hands and strips off the gloves. ]

I don't suppose anyone's found a way to jam whatever's making those robots.

[ Turning, he begins to stride out of Level 3, tucking his gloves into a pocket and producing a cigarette as he goes. ]

Still alive, heartless boy? I've a question for you.

(ooc: Back from fail hiatus at last. Tyki will be responding to everything in black form from now on, and the hobo should have been gone for a while. If your character's the detail-retentive type, feel free to have noticed another passenger missing. And the last question's for Roxas, but any of the Nobodies will do.)

[ Tyki looks much the same as usual: black suit, comfortable smile, cigarette pinched between two fingers as he leans against the wall. But there's no food or butterflies today, and for some reason the suit looks a little shoddier than usual. ]

I take it most of you are trapped in the dome by now. Enjoying yourselves?

[ Note the profound sympathy in his voice... or, you know, the total lack thereof. Despite appearances, his good humor's wearing thin. ]

[Welcome back to another episode of Hobo In Space. Mikk doesn't look quite as happy today - more thoughtful, really, as he munches on a broccoli stalk. He's clearly in his compartment. Paper grocery bags have been spread flat across the floor and the remains of peeled corn sheaves, fish bones, and other leftovers scattered across them. Dead restaurants or not, this hobo obviously hasn't been starving.

If you're paying attention, you'll see that none of it looks like it's been cooked. And if you're paying really close attention, you may notice that most of the fish skeletons are relatively intact.]

So much for holiday dinners, hey? [He chuckles wryly.] Think this is gonna last a while?

[For a moment, all's black. Then, suddenly, A GIANT BEAMING HOBO-FACE LOOMS OVER THE SPHERE.]

Ahaha. Looks like I got it t'work after all!

[He pulls back, revealing the familiar background of the dining room... and the fact that he's wearing the ugly spacesuit every passenger was given on arrival. Past his (neon-orange) shoulder, there's a mountain of dirty dishes that robots are still carting away. Ignoring this, he grins openly at the screen.]

Gotta say, fancy as this place is, nothin' beats a card game. Any of you fellas up for it?

(ooc: Say hello to Tyki's white life. He'll be going by 'Mikk' to spare you all needless confusion. For those of you unfamiliar with his canon, in this form he picks up a different skin color, accent and coke-bottle glasses from fashionista hell. So, unless your characters identify people through ways other than the usual five senses, they probably won't be able to tell that he's the tall, creepy gentleman right away.)

[ From the flickering and the murmuring, lighted figures poised over the screen, Tyki's in the theatre. He doesn't seem to be paying much attention to the movie, however - in spirit of Halloween, it seems to be some kind of Night Of The Living Dead ripoff - reserving most of his interest for the giant tray of snacks poised over the next seat. ]

Sweets in exchange for mental trauma. The captain does have a sense of humor after all. I suppose he'll offer something equally dull when the next passenger disappears.

[Striped wings flare over the Sphere's line of sight for an instant before they whirl away again, fluttering further down the hall. Between the first few scattered beats, you might see Tyki's dark face caught in a fascinated grin before he turns away to follow the butterfly.

It's clear that he has no idea whether anyone can hear him; his tone has the airy rambling quality of a man talking to himself.]

So it knows enough to follow me. How unusual. But, as interesting as this has been, I'm afraid I'll need some information about where I am before I take further advantage of the hospitality here.

[He tucks his hands into his pockets and casts a lazy, whimsical smile upward.]

Hello?

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