open | your baddest behavior

[cozen]

WHO: Alexandrie, Bastien, Byerly, and their captive audience
WHAT: Mandatory etiquette and dance lessons
WHEN: Justinian 15, 9:45
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: See the OOC post and IC announcement for more information! If you didn't sign up, you can still participate in Parts A and D, and just handwave the other two, without needing to sign up or get an assignment. If you want to do B and C, you can find your own dance partner/seating group OOC, or you can sign up now and we'll dole out new assignments if we get enough latecomers to do so. If you signed up and are missing from the lists when you shouldn't be, I'm sorry and please tell me!

disclaimer: event less fancy than pictured

Seating Assignments
— Table One: Gwenaëlle, Iorveth, Matthias, Athessa
— Table Two: Flint, Ilias, Darras, Med Seller, Yngvi
— Table Three: Julius, Thranduil, Anders, Brienne
— Table Four: Benedict, Colin, Valentine, Six, Derrica
— Table Five: Teren, Salvio, Bartimaeus, Osana
— Table Six: Freddie, Petrana, Kain, Merrill, Silver
— Table Seven: Yseult, Cosima, Steve, Inessa
— Table Eight: Sidony, Fifi, Nell, Fingon
— Table Nine: Thor, Nathaniel H., Solas, Skadi

Dance Partners
— Cosima & Nathaniel H.
— Athessa & Anders
— Teren & Flint
— Freddie & Bartimaeus
— Yseult & Darras
— Nell & Julius
— Merrill & Colin
— Skadi & Benedict
— Gwenaëlle & Solas
— Petrana & Salvio
— Osana & the Medicine Seller
— Sidony & Matthias
— Six & Thranduil
— Brienne & Valentine
— Fifi & Steve
— Thor & Fingon
— Ilias & Iorveth

Comments

Osana + The Medicine Seller

[meds4sale]

The Medicine Seller had never done this particular dance before. But he was athletic, graceful, and most of all, coordinated. On top of being rather good at aping humans (he'd been doing it for the last millennium), he was not the worst inexperienced dance partner one could wind up with.

...For the most part.

When their names were called, the Medicine Seller greeted Osana with a polite bow and his usual flat affect.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Osana."

[radiosa]

It could be much worse. It could be that dreadful man from her dinner table, instead of—she isn’t sure. He looks Dalish, except for the way he’s dressed, and she isn’t sure if she should feel plain or competent in comparison, in her simple cut and colors, so she settles for feeling not much of anything except curiosity and mild apprehension, which is as much for the dancing as for her partner.

“Yes,” she says, which isn’t what she means to say, while she dips into half of a curtsy that hasn’t been practiced in years. She’d bow instead, if she weren’t in a dress, but that seems like where the line is probably drawn, right? Maybe? She doesn’t know. And, again, yes isn’t what she meant to say. Yes what? Yes, it’s a pleasure to make her acquaintance?

The problem is—

“Do people really call you the Medicine Seller?”

She probably shouldn’t say that, either, but she does mean to say it. Surely he has a name.

[meds4sale]

He doesn't. He never did, and while he tolerated whatever people chose to call him instead, he'd never, ever let it stick. There wasn't even much of a rational explanation for it - just a sort of bloody-minded stubbornness.

"It is what I am," he said as if that explained everything. Which he thought it did but some people were just never satisfied.

His tone and expression softened a little. There was no need to cause Osana trouble - she was hardly the person who thought this up and as out of her element as most gathered here. He extended a pale hand, his skin too smooth and nails too well-kept to belong to your average Dalish.

"Are you at all familiar with this dance?"

[radiosa]

She shakes her head, and doesn't say, maybe I should have people call me Bad Dancer, because that's what I am, and how did you decide to be Medicine Seller instead of Medicine Merchant or Salve Seller or Potion Peddler, because she's been quite rude enough for the next sixty seconds, especially considering what she's about to make him suffer through, with the dancing.

"I am terrible," she says, apologetic but smiling, "in general, at dancing. I'm sorry."