THE GALA ON ADSUM (Mingle Log)

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: A ballroom on Adsum
When: 2/21, Evening-Night



[And the night has arrived! Dorian put out an open invitation, and anyone who is interested is welcome to dress up and meet up for a night of dancing and fawning over each other. Make sure to wear your best, everyone! It's a very special episode of Drift Fleet!]

((OOC: There was an open invitiation, but even if your character never replied or has had personal contact with Dorian, feel free to assume he's let them come along or be dragged along by someone else! I'll be tagging some threads, but if you want a thread to be closed, please just say so in the header.))

Comments

KRISTA | open

[ladiesss]

[one would not expect the awkward, nerdy, teen-jargon-spouting Krista Kingsley to have shown up to something like this, but she's been in an unusually good mood lately. that, and she used to go to these things all the time. her parents would take her.

sure, back then she was twelve, and it was mostly so that they could go, "look how darling, smart, and well-behaved our children are!" to their business associates, and back then she wore little pink and blue dresses with big, embarrassing bows in her hair, but... we can all just pretend that's history, right?

she's wearing a specially tailored dress. it's been infused with a little Glamour, so something about it just seems especially nice for some reason. she's done her hair up stylishly, unlike her usual lifeless and lanky affair. her makeup is even toned down--more of a mysterious smoky eye rather than the full-shadow thing she usually does. her cute necklace might have a small bird skull as the focal piece, but she can't go completely un-creepy, right?

she's hanging around, talking to people she knows... seems like she's having a fun time, but she still hangs around the edges of the room and listens to other conversations more than she actually engages in new ones. if there is dancing, she places herself strategically far away from it. that, and the punch bowl.]

[detectivewonder]

[Maybe it's the glamour, and maybe it's taking the Mulder-Scully dynamic too seriously: either way, when Tim sees her, he lets out a low, surprised whistle.]

[ladiesss]

[she looks at him, surprised... and then looks around, confused, like--was that actually directed at her? and she points to herself! like, me? really? are you sure there's not some mistake here? you mean the gorgeous girl behind her, right?]

[detectivewonder]

[He makes a helpless face and a shrug. Yes, you.]

[ladiesss]

[...she shakes her head.]

[detectivewonder]

[Fair enough. He'll shrug, salute, and start to drift away with the general motion of the crowd.]

[ladiesss]

[she nods politely and at least passes him a little smile before he goes--but hey, that was relatively harmless. kind of makes up for that weirdness earlier. see you later, Mulder.]

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel's still just in his coat. Hey, it's a full-length black leather trench coat, it's still pretty classy. He's got his hair pulled back in a low ponytail, that's about as fancy as he gets. He spots Krista and meanders her way, three little cocktail weenie toothpicks in one hand. He offers her one as he walks up behind her.]

Well, don't we shine up nice~?

[ladiesss]

[she looks over--just in time to be GREETED WITH FOOD.]

Who, me? [she giggles, absolutely taking one of those little cocktail weenie toothpicks and immediately stuffing it in her mouth. and trying to talk around it. mumbling, really. she may look prettied up, but she's as loserly as always.]

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel snickers.] Yeah, you; I don't know like anybody else at this party. [He gestures at the crowd.] I mean I've seen some of them before, but I really dunno anything about them. So yeah, I was talking to you.

[He pops one of the little weenies and fiddles with the toothpick.]

Quite the soiree, isn't it?

[ladiesss]

Aw. [now that her mouth is clear, she's free to babble. she seems pretty happy to see him!]

Yeah, pretty fancy shindig. I might have, uh... Dragged someone I know along with me, so that I'd at least have someone I know... It's mostly just faces on the network, yeah.

[stopbleeding]

[Surprisingly, Zoro is there. At the ball. Dressed up. It's nothing special. A full suit that he's since lost the jacket to, bought purely for the purpose of raiding the free food and drink promised upon arrival. It makes him a bit disappointed to see punch and pleasantly surprises him when he finds it spiked. It's not sake, but it's not a bad substitute, either.

Still, he's at a loss for what to do. Dancing doesn't interest him and people-watching is even less enticing. He'll never admit it but he's desperate.

That's when he spots her. His savior from boredom, lingering on the opposite side of the room. Grabbing a cup full of punch, he cuts through to crowd to her, standing in front of her awkwardly. Now that he's here, he can't think of anything to say. Socializing was never his strong point.]

Hey. [A good start.] You're wearing a dress. [A good observation. He rewards himself with a drink.] It looks... [Uh.] ... black.

[ladiesss]

[wow, hello Zoro. she kind of stares up at him as he approaches, partly because he's wearing a nice suit, and partly because he's very tall.

the good news is, no matter how prettied up she gets, she's not very good at socializing either.]

Uh, yeah. You're not wrong. [she nods a little, looking down at her dress as well.] They haven't invented a color darker than black yet, so I had to go with this one.

And you look... nice? [she tilts her head a little?] Is that the right word? You're wearing a suit.

[stopbleeding]

[He grins slightly, thankful that she's not giving him shit for the lackluster "compliment".]

Yeah. [He loosens the tie as he speaks.] Lost the jacket, though. Don't remember where I put it.

[Tie loosened, he glances behind him as if looking will make the coat magically appear. It doesn't. No surprise. Sighing, he nods back to her.] Why aren't you dancing?

[Don't girls like that sort of thing?]

[ladiesss]

Well, I will tell you if I see a jacket around.

[she squints at him a little. she knows what's in that punch. she might be trying to decide if he's tipsy or if he's always been this silly and prone to losing jackets. ...maybe. he kind of seems the type.

DANCING, THOUGH, she looks out at the dance floor.]

I don't like dancing with strangers. That's creepy.

[stopbleeding]

You are dressed kind of creepy. It'd fit.

[That's so rude, Zoro. At least he doesn't seem to mean much harm by it? Just points at her dress a little bit before letting the point fall to the wayside.] You came here without knowing anyone?

[He can't call that weird because he did it too BUT STILL: it's weird.]

[ladiesss]

Wrong kind of creepy, you dummy.

[she reaches up to smack him in the arm, which is largely ineffectual, because she has the strength of a lazy starfish.]

And I came here with a date. His name's Kaneis. He's over there.

[POINTING TO WHERE KANEIS IS he's over there somewhere probably also being unsociable so there.]

[stopbleeding]

[If he's bothered by the slap, he doesn't show it. It's a good sign.

Zoro follows where she points, giving Kaneis a brief once-over.]

What's with you two and black?

[Is that a popular color now? Well, whatever. He crosses his arms and nods in Kaneis' direction.] So why don't you dance with him?

[ladiesss]

He's matching me. We're matching. That's what dates do to fancy parties.

[she's trying to be aloof and cool about this... but she's... starting to get more awkward than apathetic, what with all of the questions. it's hard to make excuses under all of this scrutiny!]

Well, I... Don't want to. So there.