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Who: Misty and all you revelers
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: The FS Starlight
When: All night long!!! It's Mardi Gras!!!

[Aww everyone look at this cute hippie girl with her sweet southern drawl not having a mental breakdown like the last time most of you would have seen her. She's also got a more festive get up on: a shiny gold bodice fits over her flowing black dress, bright purple and green scarves drape around her shoulders, and a jaunty top hat sits on her head. Grinning from ear to ear, she addresses the fleet:]

Hey y'all this is Misty! I don't know how much or what folks here know about Earth holidays and all that, but today's a big one where I come from: Mardi Gras. It's like... this big feast day right before a period of fastin' in preparation for Easter. It won't be the same without the parades and the costumes and the food - ain't got no gumbo in space apparently - but I found this sweet club called that plays some pretty good jazz and I sure would appreciate some company if y'all are interested in a little fun!

[After giving the location of the club and what time she'll meet you there, she picks up a glass full of what looks like beer and tilts it in the direction of her audience.]

Laissez les bons temps rouler!

[Let the good times roll, and feel free to use this as a mingle post if you like!]

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Oh you should! I'd love it if you came down!

[Look at her cute little excited face Makie, how can you resist?]

I'll do that. Can you give me directions?

[Cute little excited face and all. She does want to do something that doesn't equate to just sitting in her room now that she can breathe.]

Yeah here, I'll text you the directions. Call me if you have any problems.

[And in a minute, Makie will get a message with an attached map of the station and a list of instructions on how to get to the club. Shouldn't be too difficult to follow, and when she gets there, she'll find Misty at a table right near the band, listening to them with an enraptured stare.]

[Good god it's loud in here.

She hesitates by the door, but only briefly-- the completely unfamiliar music sounds bizarre at first but then resolves itself into a honeyed sort of sound easy to follow, and she supposes she might get used to the noise. Makie threads her way past the crowds with ease, folding herself into a seat by Misty with an uncertain look. She does look kind of out of place in a kimono.]

This is jazz?

[If Misty can feel sickness, she'll note the difference straight away. Makie's tuberculosis is very absent.]

[Her focus still on the band, Misty doesn’t turn immediately when Makie sits down.]

It’s not exactly like at home… it’s got some electronica mixed in or something. But I still like it!

[Then she turns to Makie with a smile.]

You’re all better, now!

[...the hell is electronica--

Well, more important things. Makie ducks her head, for once having difficulty fighting the smile off her face.] I am, I think! A friend... helped.

[Such a vast understatement, but she's not sure how to explain that she's known several angels of a god not her own. It's hard to wrap her own mind around.]

[Hey, if there's anybody who'd accept angels healing her, it's Misty.

She reaches across the table and takes Makie's hands in hers.]

That's so wonderful! I'm real happy for you, truly. Seems I'm not the only one gettin' a second chance around here.

It seems life is offering me many such chances of late. [Her hands are cold, so please forgive them.]

If I can keep the disease away, then eventually I can return to Lilly and we can live out our days peacefully. I know I shouldn't be happy about being stolen away from my home, but... I'm so glad it happened.

I feel the same way. I don't think too many people here do though. Not that I blame 'em of course, but it's strange, how something that is a curse for one person can be a blessin' for somebody else.

Yes. Or what we deem as a curse for ourselves, others see as a blessing. [Which...actually sounds the same, so she qualifies.] When you hold a skill or you have a situation that has done nothing but cause you trouble, but others still persist on seeing you as fortunate.

[Misty looks up at Makie, her gaze full of sympathetic understanding.]

Think I know a little something about that too.

[...hah.]

I thought you might.

[She's quiet a moment, chewing over whether she's bold enough, slowly getting a little more adjusted to the odd music in here. But in the end:]

I suppose here is not a good place for such discussions. But if you'd ever like to talk about it...

[Misty's silent for a minute as well. It ain't like it's a huge secret that she's a witch, and people know bits and pieces of her story here and there. Still... it's not easy to talk about.]

Maybe... maybe sometime soon. Not tonight though. Tonight's about celebrating.

[She smiles.]

Do you like to dance?

[Ah-- oh. She looks uncertain again, glancing out to the floor.]

I don't think I ever have. Not in circumstances like these... [This kind of stuff is well beyond her time.]

Never gone dancing!

[What kind of world is that?]

C'mon, I can show you!

[Oh god. It will be terribly embarrassing do you know what dancing consists of in 1782--]

Is it very difficult?

[Be gentle. :c]

Oh no, not at all. You just gotta... follow the rhythm of the music.

[........so basically she's the worst teacher I'm so sorry Makie]

[EXCELLENT well this should be fun. :D Rhythm she gets.]

It's so fast, though. [Legit the music she's heard at home is much slower.] Perhaps if you show me...?

[Misty nods eagerly and moves out onto the dance floor. She's had absolutely zero dance lessons ~~you'll have to go to Beverly for that~~ but she's been around music her whole life: zydeco, blues, jazz, rock, it's all permeated her very existence. So while she'd appear horribly untrained and uncouth to a professional, she moves with a certain natural grace and joy as her feet move in a fast-paced pattern reminiscent of the jitterbug. And of course, she can't help but add a few twirls here and there.]

[And Makie just

stares

That's dancing? This is how people dance in the future? ~~Kids these days~~ yeah she's just sort of standing there being jostled on the edge of the dance floor. There's definitely a grace and rhythm to it, but uh. Wow.

Does she have to do that.]

Edited 2016-03-06 08:24 (UTC)

[Yes. ~~No she doesn't.~~

Misty holds out her hands to Makie.]

C'mon, it'll be fun, I promise!

[IF YOU SAY SO.

Makie takes one final glance around the floor dubiously at other dancers before joining Misty in the middle of them, which completely fails to turn her into a suddenly fantastic dancer. She's just standing like an idiot in the middle of the floor instead of the edge. But she's game!]

All right. I'll try.

[And fail.]

Edited 2016-03-09 14:36 (UTC)

That's the spirit!

[Misty takes Makie by the hand and just sort of... starts gently guiding her around the floor, moving more slowly than before at the very least.]

[S-so absolutely awkward. She watches Misty for a moment before she looks at others. It's not that it's terribly hard to pick up, just so far alien to what she would call dancing it takes her aback.

Still, after a few moments she does make an effort, matching Misty's movements if a little stiffly. She supposes she'd get used to it after a while. It's ridiculous to think that dancing would remain the same even if she wasn't in the middle of a universal melting pot anyway.]

This is so strange...

[Misty laughs.]

That's what makes it so great! You're just thinkin' too much!

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