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[parkinglotangel]

Who: Michael and you
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Snow planet AND SS Bloodsport
When: Todayish

Planet ---

[It's late afternoon when what might be an unusual sight appears on the outskirts of town. One of those elk-drawn carts glides over the ice carrying a cargo of one small pine tree, a pair of cardboard boxes full of various items but, by the rattling sounds, appears to be mostly glass bottles, and one trechcoat-wearing angel. He sits at the head of cart, just behind the elk, his feet up on the supports of the treads and grinning as the native, who he's either charmed or bribed into this task, drives the whole outfit from behind. They're not going all that fast, but any slight bump or slide elicits a childish 'weeeeeee' from the angel, with hands thrown in the air.]

Later, the SS Bloodsport

[Michael bids his driver goodbye outside the ship and proceeds to haul the goods in himself. The boxes go in first, followed by the tree, which proceeds to shed snow and pine needles all over the floor of the cargo hold. Some wrestling with the plant later, and he's got the thing upright and proceeds to the next step - sitting down for a smoke while he works on the decorations.

Since funds are tight, though, Michael has to get creative. Those empty bottles turn out to be makeshift ornaments, along with bows of ratty red ribbon. A roll of cellophane makes for a questionable approximation for garland. At least he managed to dig up a strand of multicolored lights somewhere.

Merry christmas, Bloodsport, such as it is.[]

((ooc: feel free to interrupt him at any point in this process, if you'd like to help, or come in after he's done. Feel free to use this as a mingle as well))

Comments

[payback]

[Ah, she's just getting up to get a drink when she comes across this. Her hair is unbraided, hanging thick and loose and a little tangled, but the sight of the nascent Christmas tree makes her smile a little. That's charming.]

It's cute...

[parkinglotangel]

[There's certain similarities to her and the tree at the moment.]

I'm sure you'd know all about that.

[He smirks at her from his perch atop an empty crate, where he sits enjoying a drink]

[payback]

[She sticks out her tongue at him briefly and then puts it away, rubbing a hand through her hair as she comes nearer the tree and looks it up and down.]

Christmas, huh... [She's not religious, but she's familiar with the holiday by now.]

Are you gonna dress up like Santa and hand out presents too? [A small smile.]

[parkinglotangel]

[He chuckles, and there's certainly a shade of that jolly fat man in his voice. And, well, he's not the most trim-looking of angels.]

It would look good on me. But red velvet and fur is a bit out of budget.

[payback]

You can't just...

[She waves her hands around, after a moment, in a way that indicates oooOOOoooo, magic!!]

action; 1/2

[limitstorm]

[ there's an out of character brightness as he walks in, hair all sticking up from an impromptu nap-- ]

A Christmas Tree?

2/2

[limitstorm]

[ ........ ahem. he clears his throat and pulls at his bangs, as if he could hide his eyes as he tips his chin down. ]

Need... any help?

[parkinglotangel]

[He saw that, Riku, and for a second it looks like he might say something about it as he looks vaguely in Riku's direction, but instead he shrugs]

More the merrier.

[And then he gestures towards the the sprawl of junk around the boxes before continuing with his task of cutting lengths of red ribbon]

[limitstorm]

[ hmm... riku crouches to rummage around the boxes of junk. ]

Where'd you get all of this?

[parkinglotangel]

All over. Traded for some of it. Found the rest in alleys.

[Dumpster diving. It's not just for bums]

[limitstorm]

[ he makes a slight noise of alarm--wait, is this glass broken? that would explain it... ]

Well, we do gotta make due with what we have. [ hmm. ] We need a star, too...

[parkinglotangel]

I'm open to suggestions. [Gesturing around at the detritus. If Riku can find a way to rig one up out of whatever is in the ship...]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[hey man, Robin makes his way down from the connecting hallway, following a strange smell in the air... the smell of a real tree, in all it's piney glory.

he's not really expecting this sight when he wanders into the cargo bay, though...]

Ah... [he walks closer, he looks it up and down, he looks at the various boxes and strings of lights, presses a finger to his mouth in thought, and...]

...Okay, I admit it, I'm stumped. What are you doing?

[parkinglotangel]

[It's almost like Christmas morning, except there's no presents.]

Decorating the tree. What's it look like?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Why are you decorating the tree? [his eyes narrow. is this part of some weird angelic ritual he doesn't know about? a bizarre offering to the booze gods?]

[parkinglotangel]

[That's true if you squint a little]

Because it's almost Christmas, and we need a tree. [Matter of fact]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah... This must be some angel holiday I don't know about.

[if only the "wrong answer" buzzer could sound... he is SO not from Earth.]

[parkinglotangel]

[He's picked up on that part, which doesn't exactly stop him from being purposefully vague just to confuse Robin.]

Mmm. Not quite. We show up in the stories though. [He jerks his chin at the thing, grinning] Gonna help me or not?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No, sir... [he waves his hand, dismissively.] I don't want to throw off your festivities with my ignorance.

[parkinglotangel]

[Right. Or you're just lazy.]

Aw, now what's the fun in that? [Cue exaggerated pouting]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Pondering. Watching you do it.

[hell yeah, he's lazy. he sits down on the floor. C:]

Don't pout, it looks terrible on you.

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael snorts]

True. That's more of a cherubim thing.

[He turns back to his task instead]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You're using more words I don't understand.

[yeah, you decorate that tree.]

[parkinglotangel]

[Gosh, he has to do all the work]

Cherubim. Tiny angels. Usually look like children.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[recognition... and then wide-eyed amazement dawn on his face.]

That's what those are?

[parkinglotangel]

[Robin's shock tickles him a bit, and he laughs lightly]

That's right. We're not all cut from the same mold, y'know.

action

[catamite]

[as Michael and the team come zooming into view, Nel stares with wide-eyed fascination. he doesn't know what's exactly going on there, but boy it looks like fun.

he laughs and waves! ...even if he's maybe kind of in the sled's eventual path.]

[parkinglotangel]

[He's not about to run anyone over, so he gestures and whistles to the cart driver, who dutifully fulls the elk up short, only a few feet away from the elf]

Well howdy. Fancy a lift?

[catamite]

[he stares with big, awed eyes. he's never seen animals so big in his life... aside from the ostriches, anyway.]

What... me? Ride with you?

[parkinglotangel]

Unless you'd rather walk. [Which is probably besides the point. He's probably not even going the same way. But it's fun.]

[catamite]

[he grins--automatically kind of a charming, demure sort of expression. it's a defense that he hardly notices now--looking as harmless and apologetic and pretty as possible when invited by things like this.

he goes slinking on over, and eyes the elk with a more genuine shyness when he gets closer. they're scary okay.]

...Are those safe?

[parkinglotangel]

As long as you're upwind and not a sugar cube. [He's watching Nel very carefully, though, in case he really does manage to spook the things]

[catamite]

[Nel might have a way with people, but he has no natural talent with big animals... so, his hesitant, jittery nature does spook them a little. but they're trained well enough, and he's mostly out of the range of danger.

so, he makes it around without incident and then... holds his hand up?? he probably needs help hauling himself up onto the cart.]

[parkinglotangel]

Relax, kid.

[He reaches down and lifts Nel up onto the sleigh as if he weighed no more than a sack of feathers]

Up you go.