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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 )
spam
It was the only thing I did, for a little while.
[Solemn, but not as sad, anymore.]
And you deserve something nice. That's all.
spam
[It would be easy, automatic, to argue with him. That she doesn't deserve nice things just for doing what felt like the right thing - what, more often than not, was the wrongest thing she could have done. But something that sounds like Elend speaks up at the back of her mind: he never said because anything. He just said she deserves.]
[Maybe she does, just because.]
[She rubs her thumb along the fabric.]
I've missed it. A lot. I could have found dresses somewhere, but it seemed like such a little thing . . .
[She misses so much. So much. Looking up at Marsh with a very small, watery smile, she pulls the dress to her chest like a child seeking comfort.]
Do you have a favorite flower?
spam
[And a while after.]
But Kelsier always championed the...frivolous things. But it's not little, if it males someone happy.
[Not just her. Happiness was rare and precious in the world - perhaps not as unusual as other worlds would like to admit, but it was certainly obvious, for them. At the question, he nods.]
I don't know - I haven't asked the name of it yet.
spam
[She thinks he must, more than he imagines he does. Otherwise why would Nathan love him? And Nathan does love him. She knows.]
What does it look like?
spam
It's a larger flower, with rounded petals but pointed at the ends, lots of them. It grows on the water, in that little shallow pool.
[It's the lotus.]
spam
I'll figure it out. I'll look it up.
[She can do research. She's better at that now.]
That way you'll know.
spam
Thank you.