Dancing Through Life [OPEN]

[niepokonany]

Who: Feliks, and whoever shows up. Mingle log, everyone's invited!
Where: The old Łukasiewicz manor
When: In the evening, on the day after spring's sudden onset.
Warning: Alcohol will be available? Otherwise, depends on the players--stick a warning in the subject line if anything gets out of hand.


The rumors and casual invitations started a long while ago, in the wake of Team Evolution's departure, but it took a while to nail down a date, and to shine up the rarely used public areas on the lower floor of the Łukasiewicz family estate, two floors on top of one of the towers towards the outskirts of the residential district. Paper invitations came several days ago, to damn near everyone with an address (though of course, the nobles' are on finer paper, hand-written by Feliks's grandparents and properly sealed.) Though everyone is invited, the general public has also been reminded to dress well and behave themselves presentably--it isn't every day you're invited into a noble house, is it?

Even for the nobles, honestly, it's rare to see this one. The heads of the family are aged, and while they often appear and are pleasant enough at everyone else's events, they have little energy for arranging their own in general.

They seem to have gone all out on this one, though, perhaps because the first ball of the spring demands it and perhaps because they're celebrating so many things at once. First there was Feliks's performance in the tournament, then his evolution, and of course they're still looking to find him a nice match. And spring, quite suddenly, is in the air, the weather pleasantly warm and the balcony gardens overflowing with blossoming flowers--a small legion of gardeners has been brought in to keep the plants under control, actually, given their overabundance lately.

The food and drinks are fantastic, varied, and plentiful, laid out at strategic points around the wide, gleaming dance floor. The best musicians from all over the city have been hired to encourage people to make use of it, and to keep the atmosphere nice and light.

So come on in--talk, dance, eat all the little berry pastry things, and welcome the spring!

[OOC: Will put up a couple of threads for different areas of the party to keep it organized, feel free to mingle and tag around with everyone!]

Comments

[incousinswithyou]

The theater crew wouldn't know what to do with themselves.

[...that might be kind of funny to watch.]

[actsmagnificent]

See? I'm doing them a favor.

[ You are the only person that might be able to get her to behave. Maybe. For one rehearsal. (She doesn't even consider herself as acting up, though, is the problem....)

Now she's also leaning against the railing. By this point the sun is probably just about set and they're illuminated by candles and starlight. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[nah, that just makes the play boring. And even if they did show up together, they'd probably...just distract each other. Oops. Too bad theater isn't up there on their priority list.

Mm. She's just going to lean in a bit and surreptitiously cuddle.]

How magnanimous of you.

[actsmagnificent]

You weren't bad yourself, last time. [ That last scene with Sakura was especially good, for reasons she can't quite put her finger on.

Surreptitious cuddle is indeed a go. ]

[incousinswithyou]

I'll be sure to treasure that compliment. [a chuckle. Please, she's perfect.

...Probably because of the complete and utter digression from the rather cliched script.]

[actsmagnificent]

What did you think of Sakura? [ The script is best never spoken of again. The way the play ended up unfolding probably also falls into that category. ]

[incousinswithyou]

She seemed cute. [was that the assessment you were looking for?]

[actsmagnificent]

Earnest, too. [ Fond, nostalgic grin. The way Sakura took it so seriously....Now that the play's over, it's precious.

Unfortunately, now that she's reminiscing, she's leaving things at that. While embracing Michiru. It's not intentional. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[yeah, have an elbow to your side. At least there's no force behind it.]

You certainly sound rather fond.

[actsmagnificent]

Are you jealous? [ She'll arrest that elbow with her hand. And then caress it. ]

[incousinswithyou]

Maybe I am. [and what are you going to do with her arm?]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Badtouch it, mostly. And then move her fingers down your arm until she's clasping your hand to bring it to her lips. ]

How about now?

[incousinswithyou]

[shiver? What shiver?]

Hmm. I don't know... [convince her]

[actsmagnificent]

[ A smirk. She knows this game. ]

I just might have to dance with you, then.

[ You'll get your final "proof" once they're fully alone. Or if you ask very nicely. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[at least they don't seem to get tired of it]

I think you're supposed to ask first.

[actsmagnificent]

Formalities.

[ Her other hand moves to the small of your back. They're now either ready to start dancing out here or for her to lead Michiru back into the party, whichever. ] Shall we?

[incousinswithyou]

If you insist. [Michiru, you insisted. Mostly, anyway.

And no, she's happy out here, judging by how she turns to face you and puts a hand on your shoulder. The music can be heard clearly and there's no need to deal with other people.]

[actsmagnificent]

[ "Other people" are an illusion projected to highlight how wonderful Michiru is. Or something equally poetic, distant, and stupidly romantic.

Haruka draws Michiru close to her chest. A waltz has just begun, nice and slow. Perfect for a quiet evening with just the two of them. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[...sap. She'd like it though, even if she won't admit it.

Dancing with you is effortless, really. Well, most things are pretty effortless but this is even more so. ]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Amazing how one can improve on perfection. Haruka breathes deeply; the scent of flowers is everywhere (so's the pollen, but she isn't allergic). This strange outburst of greenery has its good points. ]

There's lots of stars out tonight.

[ Haruka you're looking at Michiru, not the stars. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[her eyes are half hooded, as she reflexively executes the finer points of the waltz.]

Are they? I haven't noticed. [a quiet murmur. And a smile. It's either because she's distracted or somebody tall is blocking her view of the sky.]

[actsmagnificent]

Enjoying the party too much? [ Haruka'd be happy to turn you as part of this waltz so you can get a look at them. But then again, to look at the stars you'd have to take your eyes off of her, so maybe it's not that great an idea. ]

[incousinswithyou]

Well... [she has trouble keeping her eyes off of you anyway] I certainly can't fault the company.

[actsmagnificent]

[ They're dancing under starlight, surrounded by flowers. Haruka can afford a maudlin moment. ] Same here.

[ She starts swaying a little more than is technically appropriate for a waltz, the hand on Michiru's back stroking it gently. This is their private dance, right? They can get into it a bit. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[that just gets a quiet laugh as she effortlessly adjusts to match you. And she'll press closer than is necessary, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as their pace understandably slows.]