Dinner and Dancing ((Open)
Meegan had allowed Aron to help her off with her coat and check it in the small cloak room. They had made their way in and she took a moment to let her eyes adjust to all the different costumes and colors. Her left hand was curled around Aron's arm and her right was entwined with Rachyl's.
This would be her first event in Nachton. She'd never bothered to attend anything before as she could avoid them with soirees given by people she knew out of town. They had enjoyed small talk and wine before dinner was announced. They took a table for six, leaving three seats open. She hoped someone she knew would join them, and help her feel just that much less socially inept.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan blinked purposefully several times. She still was not used to him talking in her head, but his words helped to comfort her. She gave his thigh a light squeeze. She returned her attention to her soup as the others spoke around her.
Nova
18 years ago
Nova made her way to the bar, trying to decide what she was in the mood for, when who should she see but...
"Why if it isn't Mr. Swiftwood! And surrounded by lovely ladies no less!"Â?
The smooth Brit was doing well for himself, it seemed. Grinning cheekily, she closed the short distance to the table and spotted Nyra as well. Encouraged by having not one, but two people she knew, her smile broadened.
"Hey Nyra, Aron."Â? She grinned at one of the other ladies, a dark haired woman wearing a nifty little cap over her bobbed hair. "I saw you at the art show, didn't I?"Â? Had she seen the woman before? This could be embarrassing...if Nova were the type to get embarrassed. Still she would swear she'd seen her before, though some people just had 'one of those faces.'
Nodding to the rest of the party, her grin came back full force and she forgot her short lived self consciousness.
"You guys having a good night?"Â?
"Why if it isn't Mr. Swiftwood! And surrounded by lovely ladies no less!"Â?
The smooth Brit was doing well for himself, it seemed. Grinning cheekily, she closed the short distance to the table and spotted Nyra as well. Encouraged by having not one, but two people she knew, her smile broadened.
"Hey Nyra, Aron."Â? She grinned at one of the other ladies, a dark haired woman wearing a nifty little cap over her bobbed hair. "I saw you at the art show, didn't I?"Â? Had she seen the woman before? This could be embarrassing...if Nova were the type to get embarrassed. Still she would swear she'd seen her before, though some people just had 'one of those faces.'
Nodding to the rest of the party, her grin came back full force and she forgot her short lived self consciousness.
"You guys having a good night?"Â?
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan looked up and nearly choked on the mouthful of wine she had just taken. A Nirvana t-shirt and jeans, she was sure were not what the hosts of this little shindig had in mind. Though the young woman before her pulled it off well. She managed to swallow the wine with out spewing it on herself or her companions and sat waiting to be introduced to the young woman who would wear grunge to a ball.
Nyra
18 years ago
"Nova!!!" Nyra almost squealed in excitement. Seeing more familiar faces was so reassuring, even if they were wearing very odd clothes. The artist would have jumped up but the waiter came up behind her at that moment and placed a plate in front of her. Glancing down she noted the rice and wide array of veggies that looked grilled lightly, fabulous.
"Nova, let me introduce you around. This beauty is Connie my very dear friend. This lovely lady next to me is Rachyl, then there is Aron who looks dashing, followed by the beautiful Meegan. Everyone, this is Nova. She was quite enthusiastic about my show." Nyra giggled slightly as she remembered Nova's climbing on the artwork.
"When Jan said you got quite dressed up for the Gallery Opening, he wasn't kidding was he?" She lightly teased Nova.
"Did you find a seat yet for dinner? I don't think anyone would mind if you joined us." She looked around the table, hoping to see nods or at least acceptance.
"Nova, let me introduce you around. This beauty is Connie my very dear friend. This lovely lady next to me is Rachyl, then there is Aron who looks dashing, followed by the beautiful Meegan. Everyone, this is Nova. She was quite enthusiastic about my show." Nyra giggled slightly as she remembered Nova's climbing on the artwork.
"When Jan said you got quite dressed up for the Gallery Opening, he wasn't kidding was he?" She lightly teased Nova.
"Did you find a seat yet for dinner? I don't think anyone would mind if you joined us." She looked around the table, hoping to see nods or at least acceptance.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie smiled up at the uniquely-dressed woman and said, "Nice to meet you, Nova. I did see you at the Gallery, but every time I looked over Bertrand had your attention, and I knew that I didn't want to be interrupting Nyra when surrounded by fans who wanted to speak to her as a person and not as the artist."
Connie briefly wondered why Nyra kept introducing her as "my very dear friend" and decided to ask quietly after Nova either stayed or moved on. "I don't mind if you join us, but then, it was Meegan, Rachyl, and Aron's table first!" She tittered behind a hand suddenly covering her mouth.
Connie briefly wondered why Nyra kept introducing her as "my very dear friend" and decided to ask quietly after Nova either stayed or moved on. "I don't mind if you join us, but then, it was Meegan, Rachyl, and Aron's table first!" She tittered behind a hand suddenly covering her mouth.
Nova
18 years ago
Nova nodded as introductions were made, grinning at all the fancy dressed up people. Aron looked the picture of a British gentleman, not surprising at all, and she wondered for a moment if he was authentic. He could certainly pass for coming from the 18th century, though she privately thought it would be kind of funny if he had worn one of those little curly wigs.
Meegan and Rachyl looked like something right off a poster, and she shot them both a grin of approval. Had she wanted to cheat a little, she would have chosen a Rosie the Riveter type outfit and thought it was kind of cool that a couple of folks were dressed from an era she would choose for herself, though they had gone a much more fancy route.
Nyra and Connie looked fantastic in what she thought, but wasn't certain, was Early Colonial wear. Jan would probably know. It looked like clothes were starting to get a little more comfortable about that time in any case, though they still had a certain old fashioned aesthetic.
"You guys look awesome; really did a bang up job on costumes. Pleasure meeting y'all." Grinning as she remembered the circle sculpture she thought would be fun to climb, she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it really was a fun show, I had a blast. And no, Jan wasn't kidding; I almost never put on anything that fancy though I keep trying to tell people I ironed my tee shirt tonight."
Upon mentioning the tee shirt, she gave Aron a little wink, remembering how he had effectively put one of her old worn out tees to rest. Too bad she hadn't seen him at the art show where he could have seen the fruits of his generosity.
At the offer to take a seat, she shook her head, still smiling.
"Aw, kind of you to offer but I'm supposed to be getting my own table drinks." She nodded over to the table where the heads of Tacharan, along with her brother and Addison, were seated. "Just wanted to stop in and say hello to some friendly faces, didn't want to interupt anything."
Grinning, she turned to Connie. "Well I'm glad we got to meet; small world and all." Turning back to the rest of the group, she gave a little wave. "Good to meet you, hope you enjoy the ball."
Heading to the bar, she turned sharply, speaking over her shoulder.
"Oh! Aron! Give my regards to your Lady May!"
She wondered if he had done anything to give his jag a little umph since their race; it really was a thing of beauty as it was and she wondered how difficult it would be to learn to work on one.
/ooc Nova out pending responses
Meegan and Rachyl looked like something right off a poster, and she shot them both a grin of approval. Had she wanted to cheat a little, she would have chosen a Rosie the Riveter type outfit and thought it was kind of cool that a couple of folks were dressed from an era she would choose for herself, though they had gone a much more fancy route.
Nyra and Connie looked fantastic in what she thought, but wasn't certain, was Early Colonial wear. Jan would probably know. It looked like clothes were starting to get a little more comfortable about that time in any case, though they still had a certain old fashioned aesthetic.
"You guys look awesome; really did a bang up job on costumes. Pleasure meeting y'all." Grinning as she remembered the circle sculpture she thought would be fun to climb, she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it really was a fun show, I had a blast. And no, Jan wasn't kidding; I almost never put on anything that fancy though I keep trying to tell people I ironed my tee shirt tonight."
Upon mentioning the tee shirt, she gave Aron a little wink, remembering how he had effectively put one of her old worn out tees to rest. Too bad she hadn't seen him at the art show where he could have seen the fruits of his generosity.
At the offer to take a seat, she shook her head, still smiling.
"Aw, kind of you to offer but I'm supposed to be getting my own table drinks." She nodded over to the table where the heads of Tacharan, along with her brother and Addison, were seated. "Just wanted to stop in and say hello to some friendly faces, didn't want to interupt anything."
Grinning, she turned to Connie. "Well I'm glad we got to meet; small world and all." Turning back to the rest of the group, she gave a little wave. "Good to meet you, hope you enjoy the ball."
Heading to the bar, she turned sharply, speaking over her shoulder.
"Oh! Aron! Give my regards to your Lady May!"
She wondered if he had done anything to give his jag a little umph since their race; it really was a thing of beauty as it was and she wondered how difficult it would be to learn to work on one.
/ooc Nova out pending responses
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
"I will Nova, I will...."
A pity he hadn't yet tried his jag against her thunderbird, the new improvements should make it somewhat more of a combat.
"A very...interesting woman, if a little crude sometimes"
He gently caressed Meegans hand. He hoped he might make her relax a little tonight, he was sure she could use it.
A pity he hadn't yet tried his jag against her thunderbird, the new improvements should make it somewhat more of a combat.
"A very...interesting woman, if a little crude sometimes"
He gently caressed Meegans hand. He hoped he might make her relax a little tonight, he was sure she could use it.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Idly playing with the napkin on the table before her, Rachyl commented, "There's a marked difference between being blunt and concise, and shining someone's ego with gold-plated... Shut up Rachyl."
She picked up her glass of water and slowly chugged it, trying to keep her mouth occupied so it wouldn't get her in trouble.
She picked up her glass of water and slowly chugged it, trying to keep her mouth occupied so it wouldn't get her in trouble.
Connie
18 years ago
"There's a marked difference between being blunt and concise, and shining someone's ego with gold-plated..."
Connie's mind filled in the words her brain had followed in the sentence Rachyl was speaking.
"Bullshit."
Smiling at the younger woman, she whispered conspiratorially. "Couldn't have said it better myself, dear."
She definately had potential, this human. Connie could understand what drew Nyra to her as a friend, and she only hoped she'd have the chance to get to know her as well.
"It's good to see someone decided that not all dances bear formal attire... Though hard metal never was one of my favorite genres of music."
(( words filled with permission, cause I guessed em! ))
Connie's mind filled in the words her brain had followed in the sentence Rachyl was speaking.
"Bullshit."
Smiling at the younger woman, she whispered conspiratorially. "Couldn't have said it better myself, dear."
She definately had potential, this human. Connie could understand what drew Nyra to her as a friend, and she only hoped she'd have the chance to get to know her as well.
"It's good to see someone decided that not all dances bear formal attire... Though hard metal never was one of my favorite genres of music."
(( words filled with permission, cause I guessed em! ))
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl set down her water, having drained it dry so quickly sweat hadn't even begun to form on the outside of the glass. She looked at Connie, wondering if the woman had as dry and cynical a sense of humor as she herself did.
When Nyra's companion smiled at her... she felt that still-freaky tingle race up her spine.
She did everything in her power not to sigh aloud.
Rachyl looked at Nyra, then back at Connie.
"It's not that courteous conversation or compliments are such, but there comes a point where even silver-tongued glibness just gets on my nerves."
When Nyra's companion smiled at her... she felt that still-freaky tingle race up her spine.
She did everything in her power not to sigh aloud.
Rachyl looked at Nyra, then back at Connie.
"It's not that courteous conversation or compliments are such, but there comes a point where even silver-tongued glibness just gets on my nerves."
Connie
18 years ago
Connie tilted her head as she regarded Rachyl.
"But you know that there is such a thing as honest compliments? And while not everyone has genteelness born and bred into them, people can learn the right things to say. Whether they're wanted or not."
She couldn't help but almost glare at Aron briefly before she looked back at Rachyl.
"Crude or not, she presented herself quite nicely, and I think she'd make a good friend."
"Of course she would. When have you ever let someone else's opinion affect how you view people?"
"Seventeen seventy five."
Connie looked at Rachyl, her hat still sitting at an angle on her head. "As an example, I don't quite think I would have been able to pull off the mid-nineteen forties quite so well as you have. My streak of sarcastic wit and occasional flash of Southern accent gives me away, so I picked something a bit more down-home. Oh and the shoes. I don't think I could have worn your shoes, and these silk slippers are just lovely, so the shoes almost chose the outfit for me!" She giggled.
"But you know that there is such a thing as honest compliments? And while not everyone has genteelness born and bred into them, people can learn the right things to say. Whether they're wanted or not."
She couldn't help but almost glare at Aron briefly before she looked back at Rachyl.
"Crude or not, she presented herself quite nicely, and I think she'd make a good friend."
"Of course she would. When have you ever let someone else's opinion affect how you view people?"
"Seventeen seventy five."
Connie looked at Rachyl, her hat still sitting at an angle on her head. "As an example, I don't quite think I would have been able to pull off the mid-nineteen forties quite so well as you have. My streak of sarcastic wit and occasional flash of Southern accent gives me away, so I picked something a bit more down-home. Oh and the shoes. I don't think I could have worn your shoes, and these silk slippers are just lovely, so the shoes almost chose the outfit for me!" She giggled.
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra was a bit befuddled by the conversation around her. Perhaps she should not have stopped listening once Nova walked off but she had caught sight of a night in shining armor and was facinated. She also noted a fierce looking warrior from a time she could not place. Interesting.
Quietly she concentrated on savoring her veggies while they were warm. The dinner was fabulous and she did not wish to let it go to waste since they put such a special effort into hers.
Quietly she concentrated on savoring her veggies while they were warm. The dinner was fabulous and she did not wish to let it go to waste since they put such a special effort into hers.
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl smiled at Connie, silently grateful for her understanding.
That is, until that tiny little voice in the back of her head piped up, "But you haven't had a silvered tongue in too long..."
She would have bonked herself against the table had she not been in public and rather glamorously dressed, so she settled for a deep breath instead.
As she exhaled, she spoke, "Your outfit intrigues me though. It reminds me of some of the late seventeen hundreds pieces I saw on a field trip to the Olde City in Philly, where Betsy Ross, Susan B. Anthony, Martha Washington, you know all the old Founding Mothers used to live and support their husbands and such."
That is, until that tiny little voice in the back of her head piped up, "But you haven't had a silvered tongue in too long..."
She would have bonked herself against the table had she not been in public and rather glamorously dressed, so she settled for a deep breath instead.
As she exhaled, she spoke, "Your outfit intrigues me though. It reminds me of some of the late seventeen hundreds pieces I saw on a field trip to the Olde City in Philly, where Betsy Ross, Susan B. Anthony, Martha Washington, you know all the old Founding Mothers used to live and support their husbands and such."
Meegan
18 years ago
A waiter came by and took her now empty soup bowl and offered a selection of chicken, steak and a vegetable souffle. She rarely touched red meat, and rice always seemed to make her just a little bloated, so she went with the souffle, it also seemed like it would be the lighter of the three choices. And if she wanted to dance, lighter fair was in order. He set the plate before her and made his way around the table. Meegan was quite content to sip her wine, eat her vegetables and listen to her companions, all the with her hand entwined with Aron's. Yes she was quite content.
Nyra
18 years ago
Finishing her plate was easy, it was delish. The artist toyed with her unused spoon, tracing the delicate flower shapes set forever in the silver. She watched the people dancing, entering and moving about.
The couple on the dance floor looked dangerous, with that cloak flaring out so. Nyra decided that dancing was not something she wanted to do here anyways, it was too dangerous. She caught a glimpse of a bare chested painted barbarian, he was hugely tall and muscular which made his costume fit perfectly. The godzilla outfit was creative, earning the wearer a giggle. Perhaps she and Connie could go speak to the monster after they finished dinner.
Continuing to people watch, Nyra absently traced the flowers on the spoon in her lap over and over, vaguely aware of her dinner companions.
The couple on the dance floor looked dangerous, with that cloak flaring out so. Nyra decided that dancing was not something she wanted to do here anyways, it was too dangerous. She caught a glimpse of a bare chested painted barbarian, he was hugely tall and muscular which made his costume fit perfectly. The godzilla outfit was creative, earning the wearer a giggle. Perhaps she and Connie could go speak to the monster after they finished dinner.
Continuing to people watch, Nyra absently traced the flowers on the spoon in her lap over and over, vaguely aware of her dinner companions.
Connie
18 years ago
"I'm glad you like it," Connie said as they feasted.
The meal went silently, but for the grinding of gears in everyone elses' heads.
Or so she supposed... everyone was just so... focused! on eating, it was almost eerie.
"I find a lot of inspiration in those women. Though I really haven't done much myself to come anywhere near their level or style of achievements - okay, I'll be honest, I haven't done anything - I can't help but re... really wonder and admire the adversity they strove against to perservere. And to thank them for their strength, or women such as ourselves might not have the freedoms we do today."
Connie stretched slightly in her seat, then stood and twirled. Still standing, she said, "Besides, it's really comfortable, and surprisingly cool. The slippers are a bit softer than I'm used to, but they're very delicate and I feel like I'm walking on a whisper."
The meal went silently, but for the grinding of gears in everyone elses' heads.
Or so she supposed... everyone was just so... focused! on eating, it was almost eerie.
"I find a lot of inspiration in those women. Though I really haven't done much myself to come anywhere near their level or style of achievements - okay, I'll be honest, I haven't done anything - I can't help but re... really wonder and admire the adversity they strove against to perservere. And to thank them for their strength, or women such as ourselves might not have the freedoms we do today."
Connie stretched slightly in her seat, then stood and twirled. Still standing, she said, "Besides, it's really comfortable, and surprisingly cool. The slippers are a bit softer than I'm used to, but they're very delicate and I feel like I'm walking on a whisper."
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl smiled at Connie's description. "Very apt."
A few moments of silence pervaded then, and Rachyl realized she didn't really want to be sitting down. She glanced at Nyra, then to Connie. Remembering the conversation about dancing and the embrace, she asked in a regal accent, "Madam Connie, would you mind terribly if I were to ask the hand of your very special friend for a dahnce?"
A few moments of silence pervaded then, and Rachyl realized she didn't really want to be sitting down. She glanced at Nyra, then to Connie. Remembering the conversation about dancing and the embrace, she asked in a regal accent, "Madam Connie, would you mind terribly if I were to ask the hand of your very special friend for a dahnce?"
Connie
18 years ago
Several emotions dawned on Connie's face.
Realization that this would probably be the only way Nyra would be able to dance at the Ball. After all, what are Balls for if not to dance at and gawk?
Relief that she didn't have to ask or offer.
Acceptance flowed through her and shined in her smile.
"You certainly may, Miss Rachyl." She bowed her head to Rachyl. To Nyra, she smiled and said, "Enjoy, Lady Nyra!"
She stood and curtseyed to both women then kissed the backs of each of their right hands.
Realization that this would probably be the only way Nyra would be able to dance at the Ball. After all, what are Balls for if not to dance at and gawk?
Relief that she didn't have to ask or offer.
Acceptance flowed through her and shined in her smile.
"You certainly may, Miss Rachyl." She bowed her head to Rachyl. To Nyra, she smiled and said, "Enjoy, Lady Nyra!"
She stood and curtseyed to both women then kissed the backs of each of their right hands.
Nyra
18 years ago
Roused from her people watching by the request to dance with her, Nyra tried to catch up. The thought of dancing would be great fun, but she understood why Connie didn't wish to do so. Never had she imagined that anyone else would want to dance with her.
"If you dont mind." With an asking glance at Connie, she bit her lip. At the nod and kiss on her hand Nyra smiled. Turning to Rachyl, the artist was happy and nervous all at the same time. Hopefully she wouldnt step all over Rachyl's feet. "It would be my pleasure!"
"If you dont mind." With an asking glance at Connie, she bit her lip. At the nod and kiss on her hand Nyra smiled. Turning to Rachyl, the artist was happy and nervous all at the same time. Hopefully she wouldnt step all over Rachyl's feet. "It would be my pleasure!"
Rachyl
18 years ago
Rachyl took Nyra's hand in hers and carefully led her through the tables to the dance floor. She slid past the band director with Nyra in tow and asked the maestro for a special request... "Could you play a big-band style dance tune that's not a waltz, please? Maybe something we could quick-step to."
Her free hand reached into her jacket - glad she'd grabbed a few twenties from her purse and hidden them in her bra - and pulled out a folded bill, and slipped it into his hand as he kissed hers. "Of course, madam."
Rachyl turned to Nyra, smiling. "Shall we?"
Her free hand reached into her jacket - glad she'd grabbed a few twenties from her purse and hidden them in her bra - and pulled out a folded bill, and slipped it into his hand as he kissed hers. "Of course, madam."
Rachyl turned to Nyra, smiling. "Shall we?"