http://godgavemecable.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2012-02-11 06:34 am

Valentines Dance, Town Hall, Saturday Evening

The town hall had been transformed into a ballroom fit for a queen (and/or king. Or multiples thereof). The ceiling was resplendent in ribbons of royal purple, gold and white, and castle murals adorned the walls.

As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer who doesn't have a thread because that's what happens when you post at 6:30 in the morning, there was a pair of thrones set up to really complete the theme.

And- of course there was glitter. Really, people, did you even need to ask?

Anyway, the doors were open, the punch was as of yet unspiked... welcome to your 2012 Valentines Ball, Fandom!

[ooc: ocd up! up early for timezones and because i was awake already anyway. second post will go up later if/when it's needed! here, have some links for great threading justice: arrival/mingling / punch and food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]
wrongkindofsith: (Violating the restraining order)

Re: Dance Floor [V-Day 2012]

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-12 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Cara had been working the glaring at watching people from the shadows thing, but this piqued her interest enough that she graduated to watching from the side of the dance floor.

Of course the damn sneezing pretty much ruined any hopes of being stealthy at it.

Re: Dance Floor [V-Day 2012]

[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com 2012-02-12 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Surreal usually knew when she was being watched, but the sneeze pretty much ruined any attempt to pretend she was unaware of it, yes.

She swiveled to face Cara, and held out on hand invitingly. "The music is horrible," she deadpanned, "but at least it's not a funeral dirge."
wrongkindofsith: (Pls dun kick the puppy)

Re: Dance Floor [V-Day 2012]

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-13 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
See Cara. See Cara's deer in headlights expression.

"Dancing and me," she started, flustered. "I don't..." By which she meant 'can't'.

Re: Dance Floor [V-Day 2012]

[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com 2012-02-13 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"You do," Surreal retorted. "Or you can. Think of it as sparring."
wrongkindofsith: (Strike a pose)

Re: Dance Floor [V-Day 2012]

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-13 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're nothing alike." She didn't feel clumsy or awkward or like her body was a traitor when she was sparring.

Of course, her general inability to back down from a challenge had her striding towards Surreal anyway.