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*floats back in*
Hmmm it's gotten busier since my absence... |
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Super posting speed!
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lenala *starys filling glasses with wine on the right side of the tables and blood on the left side* Refreshments are up if anyone's thirsty and we got the appetizers ready *walks over and grabs a drink from the right side and sips it, going back to her corner to observe the ball* |
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What do I do on Shockwave? There's a thousandstreamingradio stations,andIdon't even know what else. What doyou want?
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(OOC--Damn, zipping up a figure-hugging latex dress on your own is way more difficult than I have expected sweatdrop )
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Lady Dracor nice dress, Kuro.. So is yours. Is it one of a kind? ::laughs a bit:: |
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*Bends down fom her seat on the stage and takes off her boots, and replaces them with her tap shoes. Nicely metal plated to allow kicking of the idiots asses, along with some nice dancing for when the competetions start, or atleast the music. She glances upwards at the lighting, allowing a grin to stride her pallid facade and raises a leather gloved hand, twisting index and thumb to bring a the lighting downwards onto the dancing floor, which rested in the very middle of the room, encourging couples. She then glanced to Talon, brow raised in inquisitve manner.* So, Where are all your dates?
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stare *flouts upside down and goes up near the roof* _-_
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*Is still discussing*....and you see, that is why the theory of FATE is variable. Some find absolutism to be the only truth of our world, and yet some say nothing is definite. Who's to say what dictates our lives, anyway? Is it us, or a higher force? I believe....*Discuss discuss*
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DragonMistress What do I do on Shockwave? There's a thousandstreamingradio stations,andIdon't even know what else. What doyou want? (We need you to make a radio station, and then let everyone in the ball have the name of it so that we can link it to the ball.) |
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Kochikens *Bends down fom her seat on the stage and takes off her boots, and replaces them with her tap shoes. Nicely metal plated to allow kicking of the idiots asses, along with some nice dancing for when the competetions start, or atleast the music. She glances upwards at the lighting, allowing a grin to stride her pallid facade and raises a leather gloved hand, twisting index and thumb to bring a the lighting downwards onto the dancing floor, which rested in the very middle of the room, encourging couples. She then glanced to Talon, brow raised in inquisitve manner.* So, Where are all your dates? He must be caught up in more...important business somewhere in Limbo... (ooc--he's at sum sort of roleplaying event stare ) |
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Dammit, Raven's off again!
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dates? Luci should be on soon, but Dae wont be on until much later, say 9 ish.
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*walks over to Z.i.A and smiles*
hello, care to dance? (ooc: i am here not off!) |
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I think Dae said he could not attend...
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