002 ⇨ do a little dance, get damned tonight

[brobeforehos]

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[Mae's face smiles slightly at the camera before she sets it down on a solid surface. Behind her, the City Square. She has her hands on her hips and facing the camera with a little grin-smirk.]

Just so you know, Tavi - at least when I'm dared to dance, I don't do it hidden. [She takes a deep breath.] Well then. Pretend there's music.

[And then she closes her eyes, and starts to sway. In her head, there's music, and it moves her hips in an undulating movement, and makes her arm raise to the sky. It starts as rave music, loud and full of drums.

And then it slowly evolves. Turns quieter, then harder, more drums, a piper here and there - and the steps feel familiar; Mae is following them inadvertently, as if she'd had them memorized. Summoning demons with no circle. She's taking the third step, her arms raised to her sides, head thrown back, hair waving in the breeze, when she notices what she's dancing. Her eyes snap open, a small moment of panic, checking for - a voice, an evil laugh, a crawling sensation up her skin - something. When she doesn't find it, her shoulders slump, and she stops. Turns back to the camera, a little more serious, and picks it up.] There's your dance. In front of the Square.

[And turns the connection off.]

[ooc; Octavian dared her to dance in the Square. She'll take a while to answer, until she recomposes herself. Action and video are cool.]

Comments

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[gaiustavarus.livejournal.com]

That was soon.

[gaiustavarus.livejournal.com]

Yours was considerably better than mine, too.

[gaiustavarus.livejournal.com]

[And because he's perceptive, damn him.] What was it you were dancing?

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

A dance I can't teach you.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

But - Thank you. I couldn't agree, since you did not let me see your dancing.

[gaiustavarus.livejournal.com]

It might be better that way. [Leaving it open on purpose what he's referring to.]



(ooc; psst, it's Octavian!)

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

So, I expect you to realize that I was serious about forgetting your embarassment.

[ooc;....herpaderp.]

[gaiustavarus.livejournal.com]

I will have to mentally prepare myself for our dancing lessons, then.

[ooc; <3]

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Don't treat it as a battle.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

I don't think anyone's going to need to pretend.

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

[He can tell what it is she just started to dance, can't he?]

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Are you saying you hear music when I dance?

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

I always hear music when you're near. Didn't you know?

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

[Ah. If Jamie can remember everything but the battle, Alan must also be from the past, to be able to tease like that. And what should she do - still be angry? Is she entitled to anger, when she's doing the same for the safety of her own brother?]

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

I hope it's not loud trumpets.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

That wouldn't be much of a dance, would it?

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Probably a lot of insanely wild jazz hands would have to be involved. Jamie'd be more adept.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Don't sell yourself short. I have every faith in your--hands of jazz.

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[enterpainment]

[So guess who is now in the Square clapping on the sidelines? Yes, that would be your brother, Mae. He is here for moral support! And also to lighten the mood, as is his specialty.]

So where did you learn to dance?

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

[Mood is now officially lightened. She exhales with a little bit of relief, and turns around towards Jamie, skirts swishing around her legs for effect.]

With the French girls at the nun school. They wore ribbons in their hair and still had to play the man's part because I was far too pretty to be held still.

[Grinning, she holds out her hand.] And you, sailor?

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[enterpainment]

[Jamie grins back, and takes her hand. He's not as good a dancer as Mae, but he's not too shabby, if he does say so himself. ... At least not when he's sober.]

In a production of South Pacific. The director said I had the best moves of everyone, and I have to say I agreed.

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

[Pulls him closer and somehow assumes the leading possition in dipping him down this time.]

I must say I agree too.

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[enterpainment]

[That is because Mae wears the pants in all her platonic and non-platonic relationships, right? ... But Jamie is okay with being dipped, and spins her around when he's back in a standing position. Two can play at that game.]

You're not too bad yourself, of course. Those French girls wouldn't have known what hit them.

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[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

[She is spun and laughs easily at it, throwing her head back in pure joy.]

I like to surprise, cherie.