2 feathers ✞ action + accidental video

[parkinglotangel]

Who: Michael
Broadcast: Video (Bloodsport crew only)
Action: On the planet
When: Tonight!

[It's another night and the party continues in one of the city's parks not all that far from where ships and/or shuttles are parked. There's music and laughter and all that good stuff, contrasting pretty heavily with the soot-stained atmosphere.

Michael is there enjoying the joyful company of the fascinatingly friendly locals, who he's more than happy to let shower him free food and drinks and, best of all, company. Not that he has anything against his crew, but they're kind of a serious bunch.

Speaking of which, those on the Pathstone might be treated to a slightly blurry image of the angel, his arms over the shoulders of two reasonably attractive native ladies as he dances in step with them. There's a decent crowd around them, clapping and smiling smiles that cracks their facepaint. Clearly he must have put his communicator down and something and one of the locals turned it on, but Michael doesn't look like he's going to notice any time soon.

Of course, anyone is welcome to stumble onto this.]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[and stumble he shall! because he's had a few drinks. the immortal, self-healing equivalent of a few drinks. but there's dancing and music going on over here! he couldn't not come check it out.

he recognizes his winged crewman pretty fast, laughing and starting to clap with the crowd!]

Hey, you look good!

[parkinglotangel]

I think the ladies would agree with you!

[He seems mostly sober for someone acting with so little inhibitions, though the amount of booze around seems to indicate he's had nearly as much as Robin has. Angel metabolism.

He grins and waves Robin towards the impromptu dancefloor.]

Come join us!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

What, me? Nooo.... [though any reason he had to say that obviously didn't count because like two seconds later:] Okay!

[HE'LL JOIN IN just going to dance his stupid way into this party. hello ladies. and gentleman. for a drunk guy, he's a suspiciously good dancer!]

[parkinglotangel]

[That probably applies to the both of them, and Michael has a way of commanding the crowd so that they split apart to let him in and then close around him, leading the ladies closest to him in steps that seem suspiciously coordinated. There's definitely way more ladies than men here as Michael has a preference, but his aura attracts who it attracts and he doesn't really mind either way. As long as they're having fun.]

You seem to be feeling better today...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, he's all laughs today. he either doesn't mention or doesn't notice Michael's strange command over the crowd--he's too busy grinning and picking up on the local dance moves.]

Hey! I've got booze and a party, what's there to be upset about? [he stumbles over someone's foot a little, immediately turning it into a spin of his own, sending himself into giggles--] I've really missed this!

[goldenglasses]

[It's not just the natives watching with smiles. Vash is there too, although he opted out of having his face painted he still smiling just as brightly. Clapping along with the music and cheering.]

Yeah! Go girls, go! Dance circles around him! [Sorry, Micheal, you're a great dancer, sure, but Vash is more interested in the girls.]

[parkinglotangel]

[Well, to be fair, Michael's more interested in the girls too, and he gives Vash a smirky sort of grin before looking to the women]

You heard him, ladies! [And with just a vague gesture of his fingers, they do just that, although hand in hand with the angel himself.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash whistles low and impressed.] Heeyyyyy! You certainly have a way with women! [He's a bit jealous.]

[parkinglotangel]

[It's an angel thing, what can he say?]

They love a man who can let loose. C'mon.

[There's more than enough to go around, anyway. He gestures for Vash to join them. More the merrier and all that]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash grins wildly and thankfully drunk or not he's happy to join right in. He's not afraid to embarrass himself. While he doesn't have the best dance moves, but he makes up for it with lots of spirit!]

Planetside - so late

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley loves the free booze. The free booze is the best. He's watching the drunken angel with the sort of amusement one can only get from watching drunken angels.

Drunken angels are the BEST.]

You saving any for your ship?

I'm late to my own post, you're good :3

[parkinglotangel]

There doesn't seem to be a short supply. Not even I can clean them out in a day. [To punctuate, he breaks into soft, slightly loopy giggling.]

excellent B)

[onlyanapple]

That sounds like a challenge, to me.

[parkinglotangel]

[He snorts] You're trying to tempt me.

[onlyanapple]

Well, yes, it's what I do. It's my M.O.

[catamite]

[and parties draw the elf like a moth to flame. he's right in the middle of it, letting himself be totally absorbed by the local crowd. someone's even shared their paint and done his face up like a grinning little skull.

whether or not he even recognizes the angel, it's his group that Nel gravitates toward next, careening into their midst with a surprising amount of grace for what he's consuming]

[parkinglotangel]

[Other fleet members are easy enough to recognize even in this chaos - the skin tone has a lot to do with it - and Michael whistles loudly for Nel to come closer where he and his small group of followers are dancing in circles under the arch of linked hands]

[catamite]

[his ear perks like a dog's and he instantly swivels right toward the sound.

...and hell yes his face brightens when he sees the circle dancing, and he jumps right in. like he belongs there.]

[parkinglotangel]

[Maybe he does. As he passes by Michael, the angel will lean closer] How's this for a party, huh?

[catamite]

It's perfect!

[as drunk as he is, he's still got an impressive amount of dexterity going on. thank you, elven genetics.

this is where he's happiest--everything else he does is mostly just filling time until he can get to this point again. throwing everything he has (including his poor liver) into reveling.

and the next time he passes Michael, he's breaking off from the motion of the main herd to gravitate toward him instead. he can't help it; he's drawn to familiar faces like a magnet]

AHHHHH I'M SO LATE, SORRY D:

[payback]

[She only glances at the communicator because it starts up a din...

... and then, oh, jeez. She waits a moment and then whistles sharply to see if she can cut through the music to get Michael's attention.]

[parkinglotangel]

[It takes him a moment to figure out where the noise came from, but he dances over, leaving his impromptu entourage to themselves for the moment]

Hey hey, Rin.

[payback]

You looks like you're having fun. [She still has to raise her voice, but not quite so piercingly. She looks more amused than scolding.]

Did you make a lot of friends?

[parkinglotangel]

I'm working on it. [He smiles crookedly at her in a cocky sort of way]

People here are real friendly.

[payback]

I've noticed... [...]

Don't catch anything.