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.]

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[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]

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael finds joy in a lot of things. It's not dancing specifically, but it is the sensation it brings. And it's definitely the happiness of others that he revels in more than anything.

Michael starts to clap the rhythm, and the others on his end start to follow suit, encouraging Nel forward as he dances.]

Feels good to dance again, doesn't it?

[catamite]

[he gives a delirious nod, not interrupting his dancing for a verbal answer.

the clapping gives him fuel, and even though he's most accustomed to dancing in a club--with quite a different atmosphere--he's good at adapting. he both mimics and makes is up. you can't be an elf and not know how to dance in a merry makeshift mob.

his favorite thing is dancing with people though, so after a little bit, he starts eyeing partners. and the ones that smile back are getting danced much closer with.]

[parkinglotangel]

[It's not exactly the hedonistic atmosphere Nel is used to, but there's a certain energy here that encourages them to keep going, and Michael is playing no small part in that in this small corner. Even the angel can't command the attention of everyone at once, and soon enough there's a girl with an arm over Nel's shoulders. Michael has regained his pair of admirers, but he seems to be keeping a careful eye on his fleetmate]

[catamite]

[Nel likes the attention.

his strongest addiction is to affection, so his mood spikes even higher as soon as someone singles him out and slings an arm around him.

and like a reflex, his hands find a waist to slink around so he can tug them closer.]

[parkinglotangel]

[This brings a whole new meaning to the term 'wingman', doesn't it?]

[catamite]

[yeah he's going to become Nel's new best friend at this rate.

but while drinking and dancing and reveling in all of this attention, Nel's brain gets set on a single track out of habit. to him, this all means that it's going to end in one place.

so, practically without thinking about it, he's just going to keep getting closer and closer to that dance partner of his, lavishing them with more and more attention.]

[parkinglotangel]

[You'd think this is where the angel would step in and provide some kind of moral guidance but...no...while he's not as single-mindedly focused on the same endpoint as Nel is, he's not against it. And as caught up as he is in just letting loose, it's not the most opportune of times for him to counsel the kid on his life choices.]

Slow down, kid, there's plenty of time for that.

[Which is simultaneously both deeper than it sounds and all the cautioning Michael is really going to do.]