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driftfleet2014-10-28 07:52 pm
parkinglotangel) wrote in driftfleet2014-10-28 07:52 pm
Entry tags:
2 feathers ✞ action + accidental video
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.]
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.]