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indispensible) wrote2013-12-10 05:44 pm
indispensible) wrote2013-12-10 05:44 pm
Entry tags:
- dance apocalyptic,
- dancing :o :o :o,
- how do talk people,
- i miss mark,
- jimothy i wish you would just not,
- mistborn are also cheaters,
- mistborn are mysterious,
- mistborn need not make sense,
- most intense socialite,
- my inmate is dumb,
- president of the avoiding vin club,
- secret mistborn club,
- we have to get to the internet
five. spam & video. thank you for dancing 'til the end
spam } throughout lost in translation
[Unlike during some floods, Vin isn't hiding this time - not even close. She's fascinated by the varied languages she's hearing and is scouring the ship to hear as much as possible in the time she has. Admittedly she spends a greater proportion of her time above deck, in the gardens, and in the CES than anywhere else, but the only place she doesn't visit once is Zero. Everywhere else, she's watching and listening and occasionally muttering quietly in the language of Scadriel.]
video } public
[This is the Public Address voice/face, in which Vin is about 10% more social adept than at other times. There's eye contact happening, and that's pretty much all you can ask.]
Mark's gone, you know that, but before he left he . . . mentioned dancing. Dancing lessons, specifically. We talked for a while, and I still want to do them. There's only so much I can teach, because there's only so much I know, but I can start and other people can - teach other things. Later.
I'll be on deck later this afternoon, unless there's a better space.
[And what was the other thing.]
Wear comfortable clothes.
spam } deck
[Vin is, in fact, on deck, starting at around four in the afternoon, and even if nobody shows up she will at least be practicing various calisthenic-type exercises she learned from Ham. Once a small group gathers, she'll demonstrate a few simple steps - brusquely but effectively - of very old-fashioned ballroom-ish dancing. It's pretty clear she's not the best in the world at this teaching crap, but she's an excellent dancer (in part, but not whole, because of Mistborn cheating).]
( ooc; feel free to use the second spam as a somewhat-mingly thing!! i am cool with whatever, threadjack all over the place, do your thing, xoxo )
[Unlike during some floods, Vin isn't hiding this time - not even close. She's fascinated by the varied languages she's hearing and is scouring the ship to hear as much as possible in the time she has. Admittedly she spends a greater proportion of her time above deck, in the gardens, and in the CES than anywhere else, but the only place she doesn't visit once is Zero. Everywhere else, she's watching and listening and occasionally muttering quietly in the language of Scadriel.]
video } public
[This is the Public Address voice/face, in which Vin is about 10% more social adept than at other times. There's eye contact happening, and that's pretty much all you can ask.]
Mark's gone, you know that, but before he left he . . . mentioned dancing. Dancing lessons, specifically. We talked for a while, and I still want to do them. There's only so much I can teach, because there's only so much I know, but I can start and other people can - teach other things. Later.
I'll be on deck later this afternoon, unless there's a better space.
[And what was the other thing.]
Wear comfortable clothes.
spam } deck
[Vin is, in fact, on deck, starting at around four in the afternoon, and even if nobody shows up she will at least be practicing various calisthenic-type exercises she learned from Ham. Once a small group gathers, she'll demonstrate a few simple steps - brusquely but effectively - of very old-fashioned ballroom-ish dancing. It's pretty clear she's not the best in the world at this teaching crap, but she's an excellent dancer (in part, but not whole, because of Mistborn cheating).]
( ooc; feel free to use the second spam as a somewhat-mingly thing!! i am cool with whatever, threadjack all over the place, do your thing, xoxo )
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Yes. What's your point?
[Shut up, Kelsier. You're a butthead.]
[And she is definitely not smiling.]
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[He extends a hand.] Show me how to dance. [Of course, he already knows how but he's never really seen Vin do it outside of watching from the windows at a Ball or two. And of course, practice sessions with Sazed.]
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[. . . Okay, she can't keep this up. She takes his hand.]
I expect you to be good at this, you know. You stared in enough noble's windows.
[And then she's off, whisking them both into the hardest part of the dance at approximately double the normal speed. Deal with it.]
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[To his credit, Kelsier can keep up relatively well. He is about five years rusty on this sort of thing, however. He does the mistborn equivalent of a misstep which he, at least, recovers from in mere seconds.]
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[Sort of a joke. She infiltrated the nobility so well she ended up becoming one - inasmuch as Vin could ever be noble. She never got less Vin, though. Sometimes she worries that Kelsier doesn't see that. But even if he doesn't, that doesn't make it any less true.]
[She smirks when he trips up - just a little - and slows the dance just a little, to something less aggressive.]