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

[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!

[parkinglotangel]

Which part?

[There's a lot to enjoy, but some parts might be more enjoyable than others, and the answer could say a lot about where Robin places his priorities.

Michael approaches, catching Robin's arm mid-spin with his own and moving into a sort of do-si-do. Hope you don't get motion sick]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hah! [he can go with it! space might bother him, but on the ground he's right as rain.] The dancing!

[parkinglotangel]

When was the last time you danced? [He breaks off but spins in place by himself in a kind of really lazy pirouette]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Months. Half a year, maybe. Something terrible.

[and it's one of those few things that make him genuinely, unashamedly happy, so...]

[parkinglotangel]

[It's something the angel can definitely endorse, regardless of what other hobbies Robin might have.]

You're right, that is terrible.

I wonder if we can get some tunes for the ship. Liven' the place up.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I would kill for a radio.

[which he probably doesn't mean literally. probably.]

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael makes a pleased sound at that idea, which also translate to a shuffle of his feet, shoes makes a soft shuffling against the concrete]

We could pool our money. Has to be somewhere we can find one.