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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 ]
[She likes this phrasing. It's more artful than she can usually manage. So she wants to save it, tucked away in one pocket or another to rediscover and examine in closer detail later.]
[Softly, she smiles, pressing inward to touch her metal reserves. Her design is bright and sharp and violent; it isn't wrong or right. It's just hers.]
You know how to explain things better than I do. Thank you. It - helps.
Fear is . . . hardest to get rid of. [She hesitates.] Do you want to stop?
[Is it too much, is what she means; is it overwhelming? Or does it help? Is this something that could be a part of him, or is it something that hurts?]
[ Spam ]
But there's something else showing too and he hesitates when she does, the pleasure fading with the consideration of what, exactly, she's asking him.
He doesn't want to stop, but he thinks maybe he has to. Ben nods, his fingers twitching in hers.]
I think I should. I... thank you. For this. But I think I should stop.
[ Spam ] cw physical abuse
[She doesn't believe this in her head anymore, or her heart, but the body remembers for longest.]
[Dropping her hands, she backs away until there are meters between them, a cautious distance. Then, instead of bowing, she curtsies, low and graceful.]
It was a privilege. If you want to learn more - on another day, any other day - I would like to teach you.
And thank you for . . . showing me . . . [She struggles for the words, and ultimately settles for repetition:] Thank you for showing me.
[ Spam ]
The corner of his mouth twitches on the repetition, accepting and grateful.]
I am glad you offered this opportunity to the Barge as a whole, and to me as an individual.
I should like to learn more at a later date. We will speak again.