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[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

[altusimperius]

Benedict isn't short, and Skadi has at least an inch on him-- he's not used to looking up at women (who aren't Magni, anyway), and it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts enough to answer.

"I'm-- can you?" he asks incredulously.

[iceblade]

She chuckles at that, crossing her arms. "Do you think my own people never dance? If you saw one of our revels, you'd be disabused of that idea quickly enough. I'm more curious to see if you can keep up with me. Only one way to find out, aye?"

[altusimperius]

"But it's not like-- like real dancing," Benedict sputters, finding himself unnerved by the idea that someone might force him to do some kind of... tribal dance. Something uncivilized.
"We're supposed to be doing what they're teaching," he reminds her, as if she needs it, and daintily offers his hand to take hers in the correct way.