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 Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:06 pm
"Okay," the girl said, taking a plate and putting a lemon meringue treat on it. "How many would you like? And is there anything else that strikes your fancy?"
She laughed quietly to herself. She felt like a waitress, and she loved it.
((No, this is not foreshadowing, and no, this is not a joke comment. XD))
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:10 pm
"I want to eat the fluffy!!" Zain repeated, snatching it off the plate and shoving it into his mouth.
He chewed. He swallowed. His eyes glistened with ecstasy, and then his face grew wide, in a broad, frightening (to the non-insane) smile.
"More... MORE!!" he gasped, reaching out at the table with desperate, groping hands. "That one! And THAT one! AND THAT ONE!" he repeated, over and over for every single item on the table.
Perhaps getting Zain high on sugar was not the best idea in the world... but there was no turning back now!
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:14 pm
"Okay Zain," Alexi said, sweatdropping a little at her friend's zealousness. "You might want to slow down a little; you might get sick...plus there's the other guests, and me..."
She was beginning to get worried. She did not know the anatomy of a merman nor the consequences if one should eat a bunch of sweets and then subsequently get sick. This was going to be interesting...and she wasn't sure if it was the good or bad kind.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:33 pm
 The sounds of muffled music drifted through the halls. Nervous hands brushed down the front of her dress for the hundredth time. Should I or shouldn’t…. The only thought that ran through her head as she made one step forward and then turned around before hesitating again. Feline felt awkward in the dress that Lorika and Yokuan had so graciously given her to wear for the evening. It was of very fine fabrics, but much heavier than anything she had ever wore before. They had done a wonderful job modifying it so her wings would fit comfortably out the back, but the volume and the weight made flying near impossible without her using spells to aid. Stretching out her wings, Feline fought the feeling of claustrophobia that threaten to overwhelm her again. You are fine. She steadied herself. You have been through trials way worse than this. You were going to be a Goddess now act like one!Squaring her shoulders she turned towards the hall and took a confident step forward or at least as confident as a person who has never wore high heels could in 2 inch heels. Yokuan and Lorika had insisted that they would make her taller. To Feline they looked like devises of torture and it was confirmed when she finally put them on. Why would height matter so much? I would much prefer to see how acrobatic a person is. Feline was still pondering the meaning of height being a desired trait when anyone could so easily change it as she took her last few wobbly steps to the ballroom doors. Or at least she tried to make it to the door. The shoes seemed to steer her towards the large Christmas tree near the doors instead and only a quick back winging saved her from merging with the tree. That was the last straw. Pulling one shoe off her foot, Feline threw it as far as she could. The second one quickly followed. “Take that devil shoes!!!” her cry rang out attracting the attention of the few people who were mingling outside of the ballroom. Feeling the heat of several eyes one her, Feline quickly straightened her shoulders and put on her dignified Goddess face. Giving them all a sheepish smile she strode into the ballroom, faking all the confidence in the world.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 1:30 pm
"A-ah, it's no problem!" Odin turned back to the neko. "Thanks for your time. S-sorry to have kept you," she said giving him a curt bow, her face nearly flushed again. "Yeah. See you later, I guess," Odin smiled shyly, giving a slight wave as he walked away from them. She looked back to Steff with a pleased expression on her face. "He was really nice, wasn't he?"
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Aidan yawned just as the girl he'd been talking to turned to walk away. He was feeling rather bored by this point. He had lost his two companions a while back, either they had chained themselves to one of the buffet tables or they had found some girls to tail for the night.
Speaking of which... There's still someone I haven't seen yet, Aidan thought as he sipped from a glass of punch he'd been nursing for some time now. He had tried to occupy himself by talking to random people who happened to be near him or showed interest in talking with him. Not that that was hard to do, but most of them he had feigned interest in. A few dances here and there, but no one really caught his interest enough to sustain a lasting conversation.
He started to space out as he leaned on a wall beside some tables spread with food, people shuffling around him. His eyes lazily took in the scene at the hall. Some odd guests here and there, a few people still coming in, some dancing to the band on stage. A scuffle nearly started some distance from him between the merman in the bathtub with wheels and a large furry creature, but he was disinterested. From the corner of his vision he saw the confrontation averted and the Priestess step in and address the two newcomers and they moved away from the bathtub.
He could glimpse Stephanie and her companion a ways off as well. He was certain there was something about that guy, something familiar. Aidan wondered if he could have known him or if he was related to someone he knew, but it was hard to tell since the stranger's face was always half hidden by the tall hat he wore or turned away from him. He couldn't find the willpower to go over and ask though, he figured he'd inquire when the time came. Right now he was bored and he still had not seen the short red-headed girl.
He sighed and took a big gulp from his glass and set it down empty on the edge of a table. He picked out a small bread stick foregoing the plate and popped it directly into his mouth as he stalked off to look for another distraction.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 3:19 pm
"I mean, did you SEE what she's wearing?" Gloria huffed in the semi-darkness of the outside path, swilling the party cup of coke Zuri had supplied her with in her hand distractedly. "What's the deal with that stupid yellow frock? And the BLUE! God. Seriously, could she BE any more wet?""I know," Zuri tutted, sympathising with her catty friend entirely. Now by themselves in the half-light, she didn't attract attention, and the women were free to talk as they wished. "Purple is so much more classy. Purple and red, obviously."Gloria practically snorted in derision. "Oh, please, you smarmy cow, like I haven't worn red all these other days and you've never said a word. Don't pretend like you're not the thing all the guys are looking at.""Ooh, is that a hint of egotism, dearie?" she replied sneakily. Zuri's voice in any tone was like that of a pampered, sleek, glamorous cat, and her appearance usually matched in some way or another. "Maybe I just like red. It doesn't have anything to do with you.""I like red!" chimed Damien, busy acquainting himself with a palm tree a couple of yards away at Zuri's command, "I LOVE red! Red is awesome! If you like red, man, wow, we're so similar.""You're supposed to be counting to a hundred.""Already done it, twice!""Then do it again," Zuri said smoothly. He wouldnt talk back to her in a million years. "Only this time do it half the speed, sweetheart."Damien fell to his task, as Gloria rolled her eyes and turned to her friend. "Damn, I wish I were born a succubus. You have such a way with them-AHHH!" "Don't DO that! Don't just CHANGE like that when I blink!! Christ's sake, give anyone a ******** heart attack!""I thought you LIKED red," Zuri mock-pouted, "You're my inspiration, dear teacher!""I liked your other hair just now. You should stick to your natural black. Holy s**t, what's up with the creepy eye makeup?""Isn't it Hallowe'en?" she replied innocently. "Uh, no." A calamity at the doorway suddenly drew their attention. "But oh, look - here comes the freakshow now. Hey, maybe it IS Hallowe'en after all."The 'freakshow' she referred to was none other than the party of Storm and Gwarn, being marched and shoved out of the door like a pair of naughty schoolboys and lined up against the wall. Once there, the Priestess, hands on her hips and shaking visibly with anger even at a distance, proceeded to give them the firm talking to of their lives. No matter how much gossip-mongers Zuri and Gloria strained to hear what was going on, and no matter how raised the Priestess' voice might have been, the vast majority of her speech was still drowned out by the swell of the other people outside and the Christmas music Gloria just couldn't escape from ringing through the speakers. However, odd words and phrases here and there did glide through, and they all followed a similar pattern. "Ruining everyone's hard work - showing up in front of visitors - disgusting lack of concern for others - alcohol prohibited - will not be tolerated - failing in your duty - disgraceful - irresponsible - lax - trial - execution - expulsion - don't do it again - barred!""Pig's in trouble," was all Gloria could say. It was all she had to say. "Anyway, as I was gonna say earlier," said Zuri, though Gloria kept listening attentively to what was going on, "It's not that great being part demon. Especially a succubus, cos you know, men get all these expectations in their heads, and it's not really about sex. Sex is just a tool. I'll never be able to settle down and have children...""Ha, lucky!" Gloria laughed. "Can we swap lives?""...I doubt anyone will ever love me for me, because if I don't go lesbian all they'll ever see is my bewitchments.""You know, you look really gorgeous tonight," Damien chirruped, forehead still against the bark of the wood. Zuri rolled her eyes pointedly. "See what I mean? Once more, darling," she said, and Damien set to work again. "Men! Seriously. You're very understanding about him, you know. I can't usually make any girlfriends because I end up stealing their prospectives...""Eh, I'm not some psycho b***h. It's not like he's actually hitting on you. It's just the bewitchments, like you said," she replied, and then caught herself too late. "Augh, sorry. I didn't mean anything.""I know," she said with a soft smile, "That's just the way things are."A demon longing to settle down. Who would've thought it possible? "Gloria!" Lorika called, hustling over to her with her face still crossed with anger, "Will you please come back inside and guard the entrances. I don't want him or him getting back inside," she commanded. Gloria's face crinkled with distaste. "Will they be playing Christmas music all night?"Lorika blinked at her, seething expression dissolving with surprise. "No. In fact, uh, they should be switching to regular music soon... first the band, then the disco.""Oh thank god," Gloria said. She smiled michieviously at the Priestess. "Alright then, boss, I'll get right on it."Lorika returned the ex-bouncer's knowing smile and nodded, turning to head back inside. Gloria made to follow after her. "Priceless. The Pig's got himself kicked out. And now maybe we can go back to spying on Steff and her tasty date."Zuri sounded amused. "You really do like red, don't you?""Oh god, red-haired men are just to DIE for. Not scabby kind of carrot-headed, but real, proper red, you know? It's so sexy. My first had gorgeous red hair like that. Dyed, of course. How DID wet Steff get such a hot date?! And ME, stuck with freaking Fluffy over there," she complained, shaking her head about her pseudo-boyfriend. "Life is so unfair. It just boggles the mind."Zuri listened to all of this in a state of continued mirth. "...Hehehe...""What's so funny?""Life's not as unfair as you think," Zuri replied mysteriously, "But it IS plenty weirder.""...What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?""Oh, you'll see!" she replied sneakily. By the time Gloria had turned around to quiz her, she'd vanished. Of course, if she'd known that Odin was one of the people in the room immune to Zuri's charms (for obvious reasons), she might have had a better idea what exactly was tickling her friend so much. "Ugh, whatever," she grumbled. She took another couple of steps towards the door... and then realised she was forgetting something. "Yo, Deem! Let's get inside!""I'll be with you in a minute," he called back, "I'm on 84!"Typical.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 3:21 pm
The music flowed, the aroma of the buffet wafted through the air, the atmosphere shined. It was truly a sight to behold. The events at the ball were quite a sight, and no one could see this better than the performers on the stage.
Able to view every angle of the main hall, looking out and watching the attendees enjoying themselves, Mirassou felt a sudden surge of happiness. He loved seeing people having a good time at events like this. The people seemed to like the music, as some were dancing and others were listening. Others were stuffing their faces at the buffets, socializing and enjoying the evening. Still, despite all this happiness and cheer, the boy couldn't help but worry about the young woman in the red dress who had reacted to the Christmas carols as one possessed by the devil would react to an exorcism. He had figured that would be the best place to start, seeing as it was a Christmas ball after all; was he wrong?
As the night went on, so did the music. Mirassou sang so many Christmas carols that even he was beginning to get tired of them. He had done "Jingle Bells", "Silent Night", "The Christmas Song", "White Christmas", "Let It Snow", among others. In fact, he had just finished off "Jingle Bell Rock", when he noticed that the audience seemed to be tired of the Christmas carols.
Maybe it was time to switch things up.
The music faded and the band momentarily stopped playing. The audience looked up at the stage.
"How are you all feeling tonight?" Mirassou asked the crowd.
A few people responded with cheers and waves.
The boy giggled. "Sounds good!" He said. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting a little bit tired of Christmas Carols, what do you think?"
Mild laughter came from the audience. He could've sworn he'd heard a "YESSSS!" emanate from the back of the room; presumably the girl in the red dress.
"All right then," Mirassou continued, "how about we switch things up a little?" He went and talked to the band really quick. "If you all don't mind, I'd like to sing one of my favorite songs for you."
The music changed. It was upbeat and very well-suited for dancing. It was kind of catchy too.
"This one's a classic! Hope you all like it!" the boy said happily, as he began to sing the very first song he had ever sung onstage.
"It had to be you..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 11:26 pm
  As they exited the ballroom, Storm's glamor wore off, much like the fable, Cinderella, told to most gaian children. His clothes seemed to lose their brilliance and his appearance fell into a strange mix, one alien to the way he looked before. his eyes, although still the same, seemed off, and his hair became wild, eccentric, perhaps not even the same color. Hopefully the change wouldn't last for too long.
Between The high Priestess' justified and wrathful reaming out, Storm tried his best to interject, try to assure her that he tried. It was to absolutely no avail, as the deed had been done. His charge had just sexually accosted The Mer-Prince.
"Please, Lorika..." his face lowered, his voice downtrodden, " I swear I tried. I did my best to stop him, but he.." He looked up at the hulking feline, who was now beside himself in his drunken recession. Gwarn looked down to Storm, His eyes scared like a child who had broken his mother's dishes. "I'm shorry... Are we in trouble?" Storm, resigned further and sighed."Lorika, I know, what he did was abhorred, and I know, that if he acted in malice I would have failed. But... Given the circumstances, please, consider giving him a chance to explain himself..." He looked up at her, his eyes true to his words. "Besides... It is Christmas, isn't it? I... I'd like to here him explain as well..."
He looked back down, returning his gaze to the ground. You know, Storm, If you'd have let me have control we could be having so much more fun than this... His gaze grew cold as he shook Sarevok's voice from his head.
"And I swear to you, I will never allow this stupid beast another drop of alcohol while he's under my care.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 12:28 pm
Lorika didn't hear the pleas and promises of the man who had let her down, and told him firmly that he was barred from re-entering. It was then that she approached Gloria to tell her to keep him out. Hopefully, the rest of the evening would pass in peace now that justice had been served.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 3:15 pm
 "phluh....b-bllah....I'm late...I'm late..." muttered a half-asleep form. The work of custom-making his set of clothes out of carbon fabric had taken the better part of the last few days, and indeed, a good part of the nearby forest in material. Only around noon did they get finished, letting the creator go to sleep to ward off the pounding headache...only to wake up, bringing us back to our story. Half an eye opened and glanced at a clock-type...thing nearby. It told time, and that was enough for the one that decided to shout: "...Crap, I AM late!"With this exclamation, Xeiashi bolted upright and proceeded to don clothes as fast as he could. First the underwear and whatnot, can't forget that. Then some pants of a boring, yet shiny, grey, along with a same-colored shirt that looked like a martial arts training top. Then a set of Illusion-painted shoes, because he was too lazy to cobble a proper pair. All in all, it was considerably boring and grey. Certainly better than his B.O.O. robes though. The WeedBot was nestled in one arm, for whatever reason, as was a book on such things. The only excuse for it was that it would give him something to do if he got bored, but it could also have been his antisocial tendencies getting the better of him. No matter, the 'Bot and Book were coming to the Ball, and that was that. And so, with only a glance at the clock to tell him he'd be at the ball around 7:30, Xei and his objects bolted for the Temple proper, leaving the hut ajar and in a state of disarray. But nobody cares about his uneventful journey over, nor about his failed attempt at working up the courage to enter the main group that seemed to be spilling out -or is it in?- the Temple. So he snuck around back...and spied on the Ball...and got bored. "That stage sucks...I'm going to make it better" he muttered after a while. Gods help us all, he began readying a Light enchantment and moved with haste to backstage.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 3:39 pm
 Draped in white cloth and gold lining, the young man strolled up the stairs into the hall.
Parts of his clothes dragged behind him on the floor, ruining its shiny appearance with dirt and dust.
"What the hell am I wearing? I feel so out of place. Freaking retard clothes shop guy just had to force it on me..."
His clothes cost a bomb, even though he had a great discount on it.
He pressed against his face with his gloved right hand, peeved at the fact he got caught up by the shopkeeper's momentum, resulting in some cash that could've been spent on something else being spent on these fancy clothes instead.
He glanced across the room as he surveyed the crowd. It didn't seem as rowdy as he thought it would be, but he wasn't complaining.
To most people he was still a missing person.
He did think about announcing his return, but it seemed no one gave two shits about him anyway.
He let out a sigh. This meant he didn't any partner for tonight.
"Maybe I shouldn't have come at all." He mumbled sadly to himself as he resigned himself to the food tables, sipping a cup of tea while eating a crossaint.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 10:03 am
The hall was bursting with people everywhere, all in a festive mood. Squeezing past a large group of giggling girls Feline let her nose lead her to the buffet table. While her last few weeks of isolation had been necessary it had lead to two unfortunate side effects…she really didn’t know anyone in the order and she was starving for some decent food. Her stomach growling at the delicious scents wafting through the air decided her on which one of these dilemmas she would correct first. There was a young man in a very formal outfit with a top hat next to the buffet holding a croissant in his hand. There was something about his face that looked familiar, but the overwhelming hunger that hit her when she finally closed in on the display of food was enough to push her curiosity to the back of her brain. Her plate quickly filled up with various delicacies. A lot of which she had no idea what they were, but they smelled good. Once her plate looked like it could hold no more she walked a little to the side of the buffet where she could eat in peace and have a fairly good view of the ballroom and stage. The first piece of sushi was like heaven in her mouth. She missed diving into the warm tropical waters of her homeland and bringing out all kind of fresh fish to munch on. Not that I had been able to do it in the last few years I was at home. The time for her formal training had come and all of her movements had been restricted. Picking up another piece of sushi she studied it for a second and then tossed the rice back onto the plate and ate the piece of fish that was on top by it self. As she settled herself into enjoying all the food on her plate she kept an eye on the ballroom. I wonder if he will be here?She hadn’t seen Gwarm since the trial. As soon as that was done she had left to bond with the gems she had found in the rubble of Panda’s study. She would get the occasional glimpse of orange from the corner of her eye, but every time she turned her head it would be just a party goer. Having finished off one plate of hot food, the sweets now called. Handling off her dirty place to a staff member she grabbed another one and went to study what the sweet side of the buffet offered. The young man in the white top hat caught her eye again. You don’t see too many people wearing top hats, do you? Curiosity began to creep in, Actually I do remember one young man, but he disappeared long ago. She vividly remembered the night that Coline and the Captain had come into Panda’s study. She had taken the distraction that was provided and stole the amethyst that was resting on her forehead. Feline had also received something else that night. A bit of cloth from that persons cloak. She had vowed to hold onto it till Bapp was found, but weeks had passed and there was no sign of him. The smells of the sweets drew her attention again, but not without one last look at the young man in white. I wonder….. A dainty bit of pastry that seemed to be filled caught her eye. Oh! This looks good.Various chocolates and pastries began filling her plate.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 1:23 pm
Aaaaaaaaah~.Finally, everything was complete. The only thing left to put out was the chocolate fountain, and that was Oz's problem. Plus, he wouldn't be so harried as he usually was, since the kitchen staff had swelled once they learned that there was free access to munchies at all hours of the day, once Meta decided to throw away the keys. (But that's another story...) Oz was already in his suit, so he should be fine, and he was really good at not spilling stuff on himself. As soon as she made it to the top of the stairs to her room, she threw off her apron into the growing pile of laundry in the corner, and grabbed her dress. She'd already known she'd be late to the Ball, so she'd packed up the makeup she would need into a little bag, and folded her dress. She pulled on her shoes, a pair of strappy, high-heeled pink and black platform shoes, and grabbed her bundle. Time to get Vayan... ★ "Vaaaaaayan~! Let's get going! Time to go wrangle Hyaku!"And well, that wasn't really the best time to come barging in. A bare back greeted her, and wow... the fur really did run up his spine from the base of his tail... and wow was that a nice a**. Vayan would have squeaked if he could. "Eheh... I'll just wait outside. Come out when you're decent..."A few minutes later, he came out in... wow, um. She was overusing wow, but WOW, he looked good in gold.  he signed. She blinked, fighting down a blush. "Pretty nice."He smiled. Meta made a mental note to thank Yoku later; damn, those showed off some nice hips, AND his fine fur-lines. Hmm, though he hadn't had his winter coat growing in yet... lucky for him. She'd be pretty warm by the end of the night. "Okay, let's get going. It's going to take a bit to get Hyaku into that dress... did you see what Yoku got her? I'm not sure if we can even get her into it in the first place!"They got into the makeshift bell-tower lift a few feet from his door, and Meta started to crank their way up. Vayan blushed faintly. Mukhtara...> Meta giggled at the memory. "I just hope that Hyaku's worn high heels before... those boots are pretty high!One more crank, and they were at the Infirmary. ...And they walked into a riot scene. Meta's jaw hit the floor. "OH FOR KUAN'S SAKE, HYAKU, IT'S JUST A DRESS! AND IT'S ONLY ONE NIGHT!""I AM NOT GOING OUT IN THAT THING! NO WAY, NO HOW!"Vayan pinched his nose to keep back a nosebleed. There, in the corner nearest them, were Yokuan, attempting to clamber over an overturned shelving unit, in only a navy leotard and purple geta, and Hyaku, in only her underwear and sports bra, behind aforesaid shelving. The infirmary looked like a wreck, too, bedding thrown all over the place, several beakers overturned, and Hyaku's desk ashambles. Meta twitched. "Is this Day of the Awkward Situations or something?""JUST GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME, YOU DOLTS!"Vayan and Meta sighed in unison. Vayan vaulted nimbly over the overturned shelves, on his good arm, and quickly pressed his fingers into two pressure points on Hyaku's neck. She fell over limp. "Thanks V, I owe you one. Now git!"He got out of there as fast as humanly possible, and went out into the ruins of the hall. Yokuan sighed, and hauled the thin, pale little wisp of a woman onto a nearby bed. "Sorry Hyaku, but this is for your own good."Meta unzipped the back of the dress they were going to put on Hyaku. "Yeah, she really needs to get laid. Or at least kissed. She's been so tense, ever since Shasta disappeared..."Yokuan pulled off the girl's underwear (the dress had them built-in), pulled the skirt up over her hips, and pushed her arms into the sleeves, and turned her over with Meta's help. A zip, and the dress was on. "Now for the makeup."All Hyaku needed was a little blush, and a bit of pink on the lips (to balance out their slightly bluish natural tone). Finally, Meta took off the forehead band Hyaku habitually wore. "You know, this tattoo's a lot prettier than she thinks. I think it makes her look exotic~." She tucked the band into a box of gauze on Hyaku's desk. Yoku turned the unconscious girl over, and pulled on the soft boots. The clack of the heels was what woke Hyaku up. And, well, to say she was livid was an understatement. But, she did shut up when she saw herself in the mirror. "C'mon, dear, lemme hear ya say it!""...I don't think I've worn any piece of clothing that made my legs feel so bare before." She was blushing so much her face had turned nearly magenta. "That's not what I meant! Now doesn't it look good on you?""It's... acceptably pretty. I still don't like it...""Nonsense! You've never looked more gorgeous in your life! And you should go without the headband more often, that eye tattoo is so pretty~."Hyaku just went to go sit sullenly in the corner, on the overturned shelves. ★ "Pheuf, these leggings are pretty hot for something that's supposed to be sheer...""You look gorgeous, so don't worry, it's probably the embroidery that does them in. Oh come on, Hyaku, get going!"I don't really want anyone to see me like this..."Vayan sighed. Ah, women... Good lord, there were so many people! This was going to be a busy night... he was a little nervous about playing for so many people later tonight, but he loved the applause. Ah well, that's what came with the job of a musician. He smiled; he hadn't seen any of the girls let their hair down like this in a while. Meta needed the mental rest that a night of a party could help her with. [[I'm not sure where to end this... does anyone want to start interacting? Bapp? Fel? Lori-sama?]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:10 pm
"Waltz Valencia!" Zain cried. "And now, El Tango de la Muerte!"
'El Tango de la Muerte,' as we all know, is an exceedingly complex dance routine that involves grabbing your partner around the waist and rolling over and over horizontally with such enthusiasm and spastic energy that your bathtub actually hops several feet to the side just from the force of it. Guests shuffled nervously away from the dangerously rocking mobile object as water spilled out of it in floods all over the floor. Zain was a "dancing" machine. He "danced" whether there was music or not, at the same frenetic pace with no regard to the actual tempo of the song, and all the while he continued to holler and manically laugh.
"Disco fever! Salsa! Rhumba! Marimba! Marengo! Ay Caramba!"
Well, at least all the sugar hadn't caused him to go ricocheting around the room and knocking down other unsuspecting patrons. One had to feel sorry for Shinichi, though, being tossed and whirled around in the tiny amount of water like some kind of gigantic mer-plushie. If he weren't a fish, he might have, well, drowned by now.
"Spinach! Pistachio! Marzipan! Muffins! Alfred Molina! ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER!"
The rolling went on and on. And on and on. And on. And on.
After quarter of an hour, it was time to start wondering whether sugar and mermen go together at all. It seemed to have broken his brain...
"TEA! Tea! Tea! Tea! Tea!"
...Or at least left it stuck on repeat.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 2:19 am
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