[After his ill-fated match, Michael walks out of the colosseum in something of a visible daze. The sword he was using is gone, dropped somewhere in the stadium on his way out. He...he feels...he doesn't know what he feels. He's not meant to feel things like this, he thinks, and certainly not this many things at once. He never had before; he'd rather it stopped. 

He's supposed to go get...shells? Rocks, or something? Something like that. The words exchanged in there are a bit of a blur - if anything stands out, beyond the fire, it's the rooster man's face.

So...he'll go get the stuff. It's not because he feels bad. He doesn't feel bad at all, actually, he feels great! He just, um.

He's not quite sure where to go right now. He stands there, looking around, black blood still oozing sluggishly from the cut across his stomach.]

[Okay. Okay. Things are a little better now.

Michael's got the idea of what he's supposed to be doing, and he's gone to handle the easiest part first. Shells from the Lagoon, right? That should be simple enough!

Except, as he walks along the shore, most of the shells are in pieces. And there's a lot of different kinds? He doesn't remember the robot...raccoon thing having any shells on it in the first place, how is he supposed to know what kind of shells it needs? Why are seashells even a part of this?

Shoulders slumped, he shouts to the sky:]

What kind of shells?

[Late, late one night, there's a cryptid loose on the island.

Which is to say that you might see Michael scurrying around outside, crouching under trees, and ripping up chunks of grass to shove them in his mouth. He freezes stock-still whenever he sees anyone, and he's liable to bolt if anybody tries to come close.

So yeah, that's happening.]

[At least Michael had one good time during this event!

After his team's win at the dancing competition, he's flush with victory, and stays for quite a while to party it up on the dance floor. His lucky rose charm is still stuck in his lapel. and he's on the prowl for new people to dance with. Anybody is fair game!]

Hey! You wanna dance?