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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:40 pm
*Smiles a bit at Emma* Is it just me or does anyone else smell pheremones?
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:41 pm
*looks up and down at Emma's 'ensemble'*
Well well well indeed. You must be the ubiquitous Emma Frost.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:46 pm
*smirks at Hartley*
I've been called many things dear. Thats perhaps one of the nicer in my time. I understand you've been looking for me?
*turns her head to Matt*
Its Chanel dear. Chanel. wink
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:47 pm
I hear that you're looking for someone with a modicum of rhythm to judge your dancing soiree. That's me.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:50 pm
*arches an eyebrow*
Indeed?
*walks over to Hartley and begins circling him, sizing him up all over, tapping a forefinger to her chin*
And now you wouldn't be intendingto be leading my male professionals astray with that...instrument, of yours, now would you?
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:52 pm
I find that some man can't help but be intrigued by my instrument. It has such a complete mastery over them. They always want to touch it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:56 pm
"tsk tsk tsk."
*Emma smiles and relaxes back against the bar counter*
I do tend to have the same problem. Men can't help but be ensnared by my mind. They do seem to fall weak kneed over a nice set of...IQs.
So! ... What are your qualifications to judge another's rythm?
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:00 pm
Well, let me give you a little demo. Just give me a second here to whip it out.
*reaches into his pocket and pulls out...a piccolo*
*starts playing*
*The silverware on the bar start to vibrate. Then suddenly the forks all stand up on end, their tips bouncing in rhythm with the music. The tune ramps up to a middle 8, and the spoons rise up and join in. Soon, the cutlery is circling each other in a straight-backed, bouncy revalrie as the music reaches the end.*
*when the music stops, all of the silverware falls to the bar in a clatter*
They say I have a tin ear, but that's wrong. It's actually aluminum carbide with a lifetime lithium battery. I know music, and I understand rhythm. If you want a judge who can understand body movement set to music, I'm your man.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:03 pm
*watches the utensils around the bar dancing to the haunting melodies and even finds herself 'taping a toe' to the tune*
Cute.
*the utensils drop when the music ends and Ema looks to Hartley with a raised eyebrow and shakes a forefinger at him*
I like you. Consider yourself hired.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:04 pm
Great. So...
*leans on the bar next to Murdock*
What was that you were saying about 'pheromones' now?
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:12 pm
Tsk...rendered him speechless. I have to remember to stop coming on so strong.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:16 pm
*smiles*
You do have that way abou you.
*stands up*
Now if you'll excuse me. And please remember to attend the small social gathering for the Dancing event this weekend.
*heas for the exit*
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:17 pm
Damn. I should have asked if I'm supposed to dress up.
...And if rats are allowed to attend. Oh well. I'll just assume 'yes' on both.
*heads out to the door, still whistling*
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:39 pm
*Finds the silverware randomly scattered along the bar and curious looks around. Finding no answer, shrugs his shoulders and grabs a fork before heading into the kitchen*
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 8:49 pm
*Matt sniffs the air a bit.* Blake. How are you?
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