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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

[assistente]

Salvio startles out of his catatonic embarrassment. The moment between the correction and her next words is brief, but how thickly that brevity is padded with penance. Over and over again, he thinks through the few words that they have exchanged, the blissful steps of a dance twisted by his own thoughtlessness. How could he have assumed so much?

Once he has put together the rest of what de Cedoux then says, he is nearly too far gone in silent suffering. And he is still going through the motions as they close out this section of the dance--so her words must first permeate the depths of Salvio's routine and prescribed steps. When they do manage, Salvio breaks the surface of despair with some wild-eyed blinking.

What?

Oh.

"I," he says, somehow managing a stumble even on that single syllable (but never a stumble in his steps, even now), "that, um. I cannot imagine that I would challenge--not to go too far in the, uh, the other-- direction, that I've--"

He looks nervously toward the source of the staff-stomping. A screen of other dancers conceals them from sight. Perhaps it is safe.

"The rhythm is slow," he offers, weakly. They turn from the step progression to the last bow, which Salvio sinks into with some uncertainty--of his partner, not of the movement. "Too slow for the, um. For what I would have in mind. If they were to change the beat... unless you can compensate for, uh, for such a... factor?"