NEW YEARS EVE FESTIVAL LOG (WOW GUYS, THIS TOTALLY ISN'T LATE OR ANYTHING...)

[asgardmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: New Years Eve! WUTWUT.
When: Err...New Years Eve. Wut...wut? (December 31st, Day 14, etc.)
Where: The Castle Plaza
Rating: Worksafe. If this changes, PLEASE INFORM THE MODS.

[Look down. Now back up! Where are you? You're in the Castle Plaza, with the Gods your Gods could God like.

[Lively, pleasant music hangs in the air around you as fireworks explode in the sky above. There is a tempting aroma teasing at your nostrils. Where is it coming from? Those long tables at the center of the plaza, overflowing with food you love. Craving anything from home? You'll be sure to find it there.

[Look around you. What do you see? Carnival games. Hundreds of Carnival games, including a dunk tank, and all for free! Carnival games not your thing? Why not give the dance floor a try? That music is awfully catchy, and just look at all those stunning lights!

[Enjoy yourselves, travelers. A New Year is upon us.]

Comments

YES :D

[designerchild]

[ The hair is what catches Jr.'s eye. Slowing to a halt, he turns to study his housemate. After a moment of recognition, his face lights up and he briskly approaches. ]

Allen! What, are you just going to stand there? C'mon!

:DDD

[sostaygold.livejournal.com]

[Allen jumps a little when he's spotted, but is even more startled by what comes next; he doesn't precisely back up a step, but he does look distinctly embarrassed about the whole thing.]

Surely you don't mean-- [Actually, it does look like he means it. Welp.] ... I'm afraid I don't know any dances appropriate for this music.

[Come to think of it, what on earth are they playing? It's ridiculously catchy, but it's nothing he's ever heard.]

[designerchild]

Ha! That makes two of us. But dancing is dancing, right?

[ Dancing is definitely not always dancing. ]

[sostaygold.livejournal.com]

Um. Well.

[Just. Glancing onto the dance floor and then back at you, Jr. If he were a cruder person the look would probably read flat-out Are you fucking kidding me -- as it is, what you're basically getting is bafflement. All the bafflement.

--And then his lip quirks.]

I really don't think ballroom dance is suited to this type of music in any universe, Jr.

[designerchild]

[ Bafflement only feeds the monster that is Jr.'s amusement... ]

So what you're saying is...if the music was suited to ballroom dance, you'd dance?

[ Tread carefully, Allen...ufufufu... ]

[sostaygold.livejournal.com]

[SUDDENLY feeling like he should be wary, for some reason.]

Well... I suppose. [It's not like he's a terrible dancer he just doesn't see the point in trying to flail around dancing what he doesn't know.]

[designerchild]

[ That pleased look on Jr.'s face can't mean anything good. Patting Allen on the shoulder, he holds up a finger as if to say, "One second" and then disappears, making his way through the crowd.

Five minutes later, when the current song finishes, Allen should hear some suitable ballroom dancing music.

Yep, now there is no escape. Jr. returns, looking obnoxiously pleased with himself. ]

Well?

[briochetime]

[A mildly accusing look.]

You meddled with the serving spirits, didn't you? [He doesn't look too peeved, but he is shaking his head; do you really want to see rusty ridiculous old-fashioned dance that badly?]

You do realize how ballroom dance works? [A sigh, as he looks around.] And I would rather not go to the serving spirits for that.

[designerchild]

[ A totally innocent look. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about, Allen.

[ Blinking, he mirrors his housemate and looks around as well. ]

Aw, for all you know, they could be the best ballroom dancers in the city! [ But he straightens his jacket and lifts his hands into the air, trying to appear formal and business-like and totally ready to learn. ]

[briochetime]

As good as their dancing skills might be, I've still no desire to partner with them.

[The tone's light, but there's a slight edge to the words. That drops away, though, when he watches his companion strike... a pose....]

... Jr.? May I ask what you're doing?

[Things like guys dancing together doesn't actually occur to him, okay. (That, and you're doing the pose wrong.) OLD-FASHIONED FOREVER.]

[designerchild]

[ Jr. is about to ask what's the problem with the servants, having noticed the edge, before Allen continues. Grinning broadly, he holds his arms out to the sides. ]

What's it look like? Waiting for you to show me what to do!

[ What are you talking about, his pose is perfect, spot-on, clearly he knows exactly what he's doing if what he's doing is embarrassing Allen, that is. ]

[briochetime]

Um. [At last, he gets it and does end up looking embarrassed, though whether for himself or Jr. who knows.] You don't mean...

[Attempting to gesture it instead of saying it, they are surrounded by people!!]

[designerchild]

[ Jr. squints his eyes at you, Allen, like you're trying to tell him the meaning of life through interpretive dance. ]

I didn't think charades were involved... Okay. One word, three syllables?

[briochetime]

[Blink. Blink. Oh, lord, this is getting way too convoluted and if anything, he's making a scene. His shoulders slump a bit, but he just shakes his head.]

No... It's not charades, I'm sorry. [Pause.] Are you unfamiliar with the basics of ballroom dance?

[designerchild]

[ Jr. grins lopsidedly. ]

Er, you dance with a partner in a ballroom?

[briochetime]

Well, yes. Hence the trouble with being surrounded in spirits. [It's not so much exasperated as stalling, since he's still not sure how to handle this.]

I suppose I can show you, since you went to all the trouble. [Of changing the music, and everything. Stepping forward a little, miming a pose -- he'll give you the girl's pose, enjoy it.] Try holding yourself like this.

[designerchild]

[ SECRETLY SMIRKING, just as planned. ]

Alright.

[ ALSO STEPS FORWARD, copying the pose. If he realizes it's the female's position, his face doesn't betray anything. MISSION? Get Allen to loosen up. ALL ENGINES AHEAD. ]

Now what?

[briochetime]

[If you're secretly smirking, what does your face look like.... And goodness, the fact that he's here means he's loosened up, how much more do you want from him--]

Very good. Now... [A brief hesitation before he steps forward again, placing a hand very lightly at Jr.'s waist and holding out the other. If it's awkward, his face doesn't betray it. Two can play at this game...] Your hand at my shoulder, please.

[designerchild]

[ Like a guilty cat that swallowed the pet bird and is trying to turn its natural :3 into a 3: and is failing miserably. ]

Aw, Allen, I never thought you'd ask!

[ Pretending to bat his eyelashes, he places his hand on Allen's shoulder and then takes the other hand. ]

Wait, if you're the man here, where's my corsage, pal?

[briochetime]

[Yeah, that's what he thought. The teasing makes him look away and go somewhat pink, because why must you remind him -- but at least they are at the edge and unlikely to be noticed!!]

There's no sense in running before you can walk.

[Which, quite frankly, is a completely irrelevant comment, but next moment he's drawing them into movement -- careful and slow as he gives instructions. Time to put your mouth where your feet are, bro.]