Surprise! Elephant!

[npcz]

{Conrad Hotel Basement party thread!}The headwaitress at the Conrad hotel has seen an awful lot in her time working there. Angels, demons, shapeshifters, elementals who weren't aware they were elementals, and, on one particularly notorious occasion, an elemental who seemed to only be able to work with balsamic vinaigrette

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[ducttapewarrior]

Michael's made a habit of moving back and forth between the Conrad and the Kashtta depending on circumstances, the mood of the locals in either place, the phase of the moon... He happens to be in the Conrad basement when an elephant decides to appear upstairs.

After watching the hapless kitchen staff deliver their surprise lunch - standing, all the while, in an out of the way corner of the lobby - Michael saunters over to the tables, glancing over the contents with a bemused smile.

"Are we sure the elephant isn't just a confused person?" Hey, he came from a place where there was a pretty good chance that wanderers got turned into shapeshifters when they came through. It's a valid question.

[mustardwithat]

"Fuck. That would be hilarious." Fritz picks through some stuffed mushrooms, plucking one out of the pile and popping it in her mouth. "Noffo mucher poo bahstuh."

Do you speak rude angel, Michael?

[ducttapewarrior]

Michael quirks an eyebrow at her. That's about the only change in his expression. ...He's not very expressive.

"You know, I speak about twelve different languages with varying degrees of fluency. That's not one of them."

[mustardwithat]

She swallows and licks her fingers. "Only twelve? Well, I s'pose that's impressive and shit for a human. You're human, right? Fuck, that would be embarrassing."

She likes you, Michael! ...be afraid.

[ducttapewarrior]

"I'm human," he allows, with the faintest twitch of a smile, "most of the time." You know, except around full moons. "And some of that time I could have been learning exciting new languages, I spent trying not to get shot at." ...usually unsuccessfully, but it's not his fault people always seem to want to shoot him.

[mustardwithat]

"Ah, that noble endeavor." Fritz misses being shot at. She sighs, nips a grape off its stem, and holds out a hand so she can twiddle her fingers at him. "Fritz. The one and only, and don't let the red-haired bitches who think they have exclusive rights to my features tell you otherwise."

[ducttapewarrior]

"Michael Westen." He frowns, just a little, but decides not to question the comment about 'red-haired bitches'. It's a survival tactic learned from... living and working with Fiona. If you don't ask about these things... well, they still might bother you, but there's less chance you'll get caught up in them. "I'll keep that in mind."