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[i][h3]Micheal Crane, Smooth Criminal[/h3][/i]

After some time and returning to base, Micheal and his deific friends had gone to find their rooms. the gods getting a really nice three bunk room right across the hall from Micheal's room. Stripping out of his work gear Micheal had then put on a very nice black suit ensemble, black vest over a dark grey pin stripped dress shirt, with feather embroirdery on the lapel, black slacks and black boots. And to top it off a wide brimmed felt hat, sometimes called a Navajo hat on the top of his head, a beautiful blue, yellow and white beaded band finishes everything up.

Honestly makes the young shaman look pretty fly.

He trots down to join the group in the front of the building, "Hello everyone. Sorry if I took too long. So what's the plan." He unconsciously slides his fingers along the brim of the hat. And if anyone had it in them the general idea might be, "[i]Kung Lao Wins![/i]". He smiles brightly, "I heard something about a dessert menu? I could go for a steak personally. Some big piece of a steer or hiefer. Slathered in HP sauce with a side of onion rings and sauteed mushrooms. Anyone with me?" He nods, and then looks up as the gods come piling down the stairs somehow both skipping down and falling over each other, all of them in technicolor versions of what Micheal is wearing.

Micheal chuckles and shrugs, "How about we get a car, or limo even get the drive to take us to the night life portion of the town and go from there?" He nods to the others. Not sure what else to offer.