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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))

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[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.