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“Why thank you.” Dani replied smartly, with a grin. She was amused by his hesitant mimicking. Was he one of the aliens? She glanced at his wrist and saw the watch-like device strapped to it. Ah. At least this probably was her partner then. Wondering briefly which of the Nova Academy students this was – she certainly didn’t have them all memorized – she smiled pleasantly at the boy. “Hi there, nice to meet you, I’m Dani.”

The music paused briefly and then picked up again at a faster pace. People around the room began to pair off and head onto the floor. She could see some of her classmates hesitantly joining the swirling crowd.

(( I WIN THE SHORTEST POST EVER AWARD :AWESOME: . In my defence though, we should get dancing, and I wanted to get a little interaction done before they ran out there x’D . ))

Dani smiled down at her vertically challenged partner as he came down the steps. She probably shouldn’t be thinking this, he might have taken offence, but he looked absolutely adorable. He was looking around the room with a kind of general confusion, and he was just so short, that he reminded her of her little cousin (who was only about seven years old the last time she had seen him). She really should stop thinking like that though, because he was an alien, and for all she knew, he could even be older than her! Dani thought she saw a flicker of sadness cross her partner’s face and resisted the urge to scoop him in a bear hug. She cleared her throat quietly and looked out at the room where the others were beginning to get into the music.

“Now, I guess, we dance.” She informed Napoleon with her best ‘serious face’. “Something about calibrating the scanners in the floor, or some other such rot. Have you danced much? I guess that is a bit of a stupid question, you probably wouldn’t have the same kind of dances where you come from anyway.” Somehow she doubted that the waltz was literally a universal style.

“Don’t worry, we can always make it up as we go along.” She joked and bumped him playfully on the shoulder with her fist. She had had some formal training, but other than him possibly dancing on her shoes, she did see some potential difficulty for them preforming anything too complicated. “Shall we join them?”

Juno Tsing || Sharp Shooter

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It seemed like Juno had been somewhat bedazzled for quite some time wandering around the ballroom and dance floor staring blankly at people. And before he knew it, the song had changed. There was applause and couple were movin' out. He wasn't quite sure he even remembered what the little intercom message from Hack was. Something about Catfish and Kitties, and then a Hairband?. And a Shortstop.

But the moment the dance-y waltz tune came on, there was really only one thought that'd struck Juno's mind. Miss Sea Flower. This song was surely perfect for ballet, right? Or dancing in general. It was so floaty. And without realizing it he had made his way around the entire dance floor close to back to where he'd started. He noticed a small group of students on the stares, Isaac! looking quite dapper. And there was also a student he didn't recognize, an alien perhaps? And there was that angry young blond girl he'd met just earlier. They seemed to be busy however, so he left them to it realizing that he needed to find his own partner.

Schmoozing his way over to the young teen who was still chatting up Anemone, he bowed a large giant gesture once each to the two lovely young ladies. "Good evening Miss and Miss!" He said with a wide smile lingering on his face. "I hope you don't mind Anemone, but I must steal my partner away for a dance now." He offered his hand out to Clowrey. "Looking quite dazzling tonight Miss Clowrey."

Before walking away with his partner however, he did turn back slightly to call brightly out to Anemone. "Hey, save a dance for me later!"

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xxxxIt was typical that no one knew where her partner, Straffe, was currently brightening up with his contagious smile. Ane always had the worse luck- of course no one had seen him. She doubted that he was late, either, far too much of a social butterfly to miss anything as big as this. Pale eyes darted around the dance floor once more in search for Chocolate, nodding weakly in reply to Theo's departure and Clowrey's many assurances. Anemone's eyes seemed glazed over, almost as if she was in a trance; feigning attention for the outside world as her mind raced. Panic panic panic. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, aware of every pump as she felt it surge through her entire body. Anemone could do social events like these; her mother's title demanded it. She had come to be able to function at the Academy, too. But mash the two together in some sort of fabulous social outing with her peers... "Your dad?" She chirped, echoing Clair's comment emptily. Anemone had barely comprehended what her friend had said, but caught the jist. Tea. Tea was good, as was the tea Clowrey had given her previously. Interest in the outside world resparked. "Ooh, that would certainly be lovely." Anemone pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose,

xxxxBefore she knew it, a tall, familiar figure had bounded on over. She squinted slightly at the bright red she met at eye level, before glancing up at Juno's face. "O-oh, hello." She seemed a bit more taken off guard by his sudden appearance than usual, thanks to her current obliviousness to the outside world. She simply shook her head profusely as Juno asked if she minded, and lightly smiled and ducked her head politely as they left. Eyes dropping to the floor as Juno called out back to her, she fidgeted with the edge of her sleeves and seemed to blush slightly...

xxxxNow alone, Anemone meekly wandered around the edges of the dance, staying true to her wallflower title. Still no sign of Straffe... her eyes darted to the middle of the ballroom floor. Surely he wasn't in there... r-right? Nibbling on her bottom lip, eyes met the back of a familiar purple ponytail. "A-aah!" Anemone gasped to herself softly in excitement. Heels clicked as she rushed over to her partner, relieved to have finally found him. "Hello," Anemone called out, lifting a hand in greeting.

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Napoleon // "Pinky"

Right! Hack had said something about sensors! Nap looked down at the ground beneath his feet though the sensors obviously wouldn't be visible. "No... Not like that" He thought of home again. They danced of course, he didn't know of any intelligent species that didn't have some form of dancing. The waltz was certainly not part of his repertoire though.

Nap didn't notice her coming closer until she bumped his shoulder. He near jumped out of his skin. In a flash he was crouched on the floor a few feet away. Thankfully the holo disguised his glistening skin as he'd reacted instinctively to the perceived attack. Nap blinked up at Dani, hyperventilating with fear before forcefully relaxing his body and standing up. He couldn't hide the tremble though. She wasn't being hostile, humans were just touchy in general. At least his time he didn't cry out. Nap hesitated before answering her question. They were supposed to dance, but he didn't know the dance! From the looks of it most of the others didn't know the dance either so he wouldn't stand out. Then again he was already entirely to close to people to be comfortable even with the safety of the holo. Nap inwardly groaned, he really didn't want to do this at all. Here's the kicker though...Nagataur would KILL him if he made another scene. They were supposed to be adjusting and learning to work with the Academy for as long as they were here. He returned to Dani a little sheepishly. "Yes. Let's go."

"Please do,"

Cracks from the irritated shortstop can be heard grudgingly. “Noted.” Surely, those knuckles were hungry to meet someone’s face before this day end.

Noticeably, the other undercover folks were managing better than him. He glimpsed at his tall friend, the were-pard and a couple of students “…somewhat”, yes managing, somewhat. So Zone thought of keeping his wits together and just be his best. Sadly, his best cannot be grasped anywhere in this situation.

"Have you ever danced before then?"

That sounded like a challenge to a duel. He swallowed a spit. Fortunately, Flo’s a woman.

“You guys don’t believe in practicing, ugh. Why do we have to do this on the spot? Watching a vid wasn’t enough darn it. “ he muttered loud enough in his breath. “...dammit, should probably stop whining.” He thought in dismay, since he hated pushovers and he’s exactly doing it now.

Zone’s a man of practice. He usually spends his leisure time alone in training. Dancing with a partner seems outrageous. Just the sole concept of dancing was unspeakable. If they had at least practiced, then he wouldn’t be nervous this much, and was unconsciously tapping his foot. He heard of capoeira, a martial art that combines the elements of dance and music. A dance used in fighting wasn’t bad, but doing that dance here would be the end of his world with the attention he’ll get. At least it would be useful, than learning waltz. “Yeah, I should probably learn that.”

“And why a scanner beneath the dance floor, why not a scanner on the ceiling instead?” he rolled his eyes at the thought. He was doing it again, and catching himself whine in his thoughts, was vexing.

At one point, orphans have a way into getting into him. He felt it in his childhood, when his mad parents did not treat him as their child unlike other families he saw, and the two people that made him feel what home was, had died. “Ok! Depressing thoughts have to end here too.” He slapped both his cheeks lightly as the music changed. “Have to be in character…”

Riled up and a scowl displayed on his face, he remembered parts of the video he watched earlier. Hesitant and a bit robotic in gesture, “was it left or right?” he offered his hand to Dr. Flo and crossed his other hand to his back and bowed slightly and said, “May I have this dance? –and get this over with.” The last part lost in his gritted teeth, er... awkward grin. “This music is horrible, just saying.”

((orz I'm shameful...sorry, you're free to whip my back till it bleeds))

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“You guys don’t believe in practicing, ugh. Why do we have to do this on the spot? Watching a vid wasn't enough darn it. “

Zone was REALLY uncomfortable, that much was obvious to Flo, what with the way he was swallowing and tapping his feet. She couldn't help but find it extremely amusing, but thought it'd be rather... inappropriate, to laugh, or smile even. Give the man some space at the very least, right? So instead, she simply "hmm'd" and nodded.

Then the music started up, various pairs started forming, and...

“May I have this dance? –and get this over with. This music is horrible, just saying.”

"Certainly," she replied with a small smile to his awkward looking grin. He looked kind of stiff, but at least he seemed to know what he was doing... She placed her hand in his, stepped easily into a dance-ready position, and without really thinking, began to lead the stiff man into a waltz.

"I thought the music was alright," she commented conversationally in between dance steps while surreptitiously watching her feet, in case of toe stepping; one could never be too careful. "Perhaps the Nyancats aren't quite your type?"

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((AHAHAHAHA OOPS Flo takes the lead???))