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

[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.]