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driftfleet2015-06-06 02:52 pm
tothefly) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-06 02:52 pm
Entry tags:
[mostly closed/Windrose pseudomingle!]
Who: Natasha and Mal
Broadcast: Very much nope
Action: SS Windrose, cargo bay
When: right this second
[[If you're a crewmember on the Windrose, come on in and watch Mal hate Natasha, herself, and all of you by turns!]]
Natasha never forgot the steps. She still practices, though it's more out of habit and a sense of zen than any nostalgia for performing. The Bolshoi was so long ago it's practically a dream, though the smell of sawdust and wax still summon the opening echoes of Tchaikovsky and adrenaline.
The cargo bay of the Windrose smells faintly of oil and socks, a poor substitute for a stage, but it's good enough for what they're doing now. On the floor, legs spread in a split as she stretches, she waits for her newest student to show.
Broadcast: Very much nope
Action: SS Windrose, cargo bay
When: right this second
[[If you're a crewmember on the Windrose, come on in and watch Mal hate Natasha, herself, and all of you by turns!]]
Natasha never forgot the steps. She still practices, though it's more out of habit and a sense of zen than any nostalgia for performing. The Bolshoi was so long ago it's practically a dream, though the smell of sawdust and wax still summon the opening echoes of Tchaikovsky and adrenaline.
The cargo bay of the Windrose smells faintly of oil and socks, a poor substitute for a stage, but it's good enough for what they're doing now. On the floor, legs spread in a split as she stretches, she waits for her newest student to show.