parkinglotangel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
parkinglotangel) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
driftfleet2014-12-16 01:02 pm
parkinglotangel) wrote in driftfleet2014-12-16 01:02 pm
Entry tags:
3 feathers ✞ action
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))
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))
no subject
Decorating the tree. What's it look like?
no subject
no subject
Because it's almost Christmas, and we need a tree. [Matter of fact]
no subject
[if only the "wrong answer" buzzer could sound... he is SO not from Earth.]
no subject
Mmm. Not quite. We show up in the stories though. [He jerks his chin at the thing, grinning] Gonna help me or not?
no subject
no subject
Aw, now what's the fun in that? [Cue exaggerated pouting]
no subject
[hell yeah, he's lazy. he sits down on the floor. C:]
Don't pout, it looks terrible on you.
no subject
True. That's more of a cherubim thing.
[He turns back to his task instead]
no subject
[yeah, you decorate that tree.]
no subject
Cherubim. Tiny angels. Usually look like children.
no subject
That's what those are?
no subject
That's right. We're not all cut from the same mold, y'know.