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lord_wizard) wrote in
driftfleet2018-03-05 04:03 pm
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sixteenth labyrinth | Party because I can
Who: Felix Harrowgate and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum
When: Today-ish
[It's largely boredom that leads Felix to this decision. Either in the Mirador or Paradisa, he'd been fond of finding any reason whatsoever to get a few people together for food and drinks. The company generally meant more than the setting, though of course it was far easier to arrange things at a snap of his fingers than it was here. Still, he manages it within a few days of the fleet's time adrift.
That morning, he addresses the network.]
Hello again, dear fleet. Felix Harrowgate of the Goldstone here, if we haven't yet met. I've put together a little soirée this evening, at Málum. Consider it an appreciation of our time of peace and quiet...or the beginnings of spring. Whichever sounds best to you. It isn't much, admittedly, but there is food and drinks and hopefully people. May as well enjoy things before something else explodes, hm?
Oh, and semi-formal attire would be appreciated, not that I intend on turning anyone out at the door. I'm sure many of us have a little something in our closet that doesn't much get to see the light of day. [Well, not so much in his case, of course, but the point stands]
See you all tonight. [He closes the feed with a smile]
[That night Málum is - not transformed, exactly, but - altered. The stark furniture softened with simple white tablecloths, with centerpieces cobbled together from wine glasses, candles, and flowers from the garden. The neon, for the night, has been switched off. Even the galaxy of lights on the dancefloor have been changed to project the shape of flowers.
The food laid out is fairly basic but fitting the bar's wheelhouse - meats cooked inside puff pastry, thin stacks of sauteed vegetables, and mini quiches to name of few. The finale sits in the form of the lemon cake (commissioned, likely, from the Melting Pot). Some of the flavor is even real lemon!
Drinks are free within reason and music plays softly in the background, for anyone that feels like dancing. Felix would have preferred more classical selections, but all of this is a case of working with what you have.]
[EDIT: If you wait too long Sansa will have stolen most of the cake]
((ooc: This is essentially a mingle, so feel free to make your own top levels and have some fun!))
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum
When: Today-ish
[It's largely boredom that leads Felix to this decision. Either in the Mirador or Paradisa, he'd been fond of finding any reason whatsoever to get a few people together for food and drinks. The company generally meant more than the setting, though of course it was far easier to arrange things at a snap of his fingers than it was here. Still, he manages it within a few days of the fleet's time adrift.
That morning, he addresses the network.]
Hello again, dear fleet. Felix Harrowgate of the Goldstone here, if we haven't yet met. I've put together a little soirée this evening, at Málum. Consider it an appreciation of our time of peace and quiet...or the beginnings of spring. Whichever sounds best to you. It isn't much, admittedly, but there is food and drinks and hopefully people. May as well enjoy things before something else explodes, hm?
Oh, and semi-formal attire would be appreciated, not that I intend on turning anyone out at the door. I'm sure many of us have a little something in our closet that doesn't much get to see the light of day. [Well, not so much in his case, of course, but the point stands]
See you all tonight. [He closes the feed with a smile]
[That night Málum is - not transformed, exactly, but - altered. The stark furniture softened with simple white tablecloths, with centerpieces cobbled together from wine glasses, candles, and flowers from the garden. The neon, for the night, has been switched off. Even the galaxy of lights on the dancefloor have been changed to project the shape of flowers.
The food laid out is fairly basic but fitting the bar's wheelhouse - meats cooked inside puff pastry, thin stacks of sauteed vegetables, and mini quiches to name of few. The finale sits in the form of the lemon cake (commissioned, likely, from the Melting Pot). Some of the flavor is even real lemon!
Drinks are free within reason and music plays softly in the background, for anyone that feels like dancing. Felix would have preferred more classical selections, but all of this is a case of working with what you have.]
[EDIT: If you wait too long Sansa will have stolen most of the cake]
((ooc: This is essentially a mingle, so feel free to make your own top levels and have some fun!))

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Like a waltz?
[ He lets go of the pole and drops down, pausing a moment and blinking in the way that said someone was catching their balance as the room spun. ]
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[He wouldn't be much of a gentleman if he couldn't dance. Heaven forbid that!]
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Well, we don't exactly have the beat for it, but I think we can make it work.
[ He bowed and then held out his hand. ]
Might I have this dance, good sir?
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You know how to waltz?
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Among several other dances. Captains are diplomats too. We need a wide range of skills.
[ He smiled and reached his hand a little closer. ]
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And does the Captain know how to follow?
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When he has to.
[ He flashed his most winning grin, his hand still out, waiting, though now his other hand has moved to his hip. ]
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[Sandalio takes the offered hand and with a tug he pulls the man to him. He's much shorter than the other man but that doesn't at all stop him from leading him to the music. It isn't the right song for this but somehow he finds the beat well enough that he makes it look easy. At least as far as the untrained eye is concerned.
Gentleman training and all that.]
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[ Kirk didn't seem bothered by the height different, though he thought it made Sandalio look very cute. He wrapped one arm around Biffy's shoulders, letting the man lead him through the steps of the waltz, which Kirk did indeed know. It wasn't a very complicated dance, after all, and it was one of the easiest to teach any non-human ambassadors for parties. ]
You're a deft leader, Sandalio.
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[Which says a lot where he's from and it's easy to forget that it doesn't always say as much here.]
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Alpha? Like the head wolf? Er - werewolf, sorry.
[ So hes' getting from that that there is a hierarchy among Biffy's kind, but beyond that - doesn't mean a whole lot. ]
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[Because that's how that works.]
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Huh. Can you become one or is like you said - you're just born into it, like having blonde hair?
[ Curious Kirk is a curious. ]
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Oh? Like what?
[ He continues to follow Biffy around the dance floor, the slower dance making his curious interrogation much easier. ]
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So a werewolf who isn't an alpha cannot make another werewolf then?
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That is correct.
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That definitely breaks from the stores of my world. So you really are one in a million then, aren't you Sandalio?
[ Grin grin, flirt flirt. ]
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[Polite smile.]
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That mean you're going to be gunning for a captain position?
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[ He snorted. ]
Not really necessary, not here. We technically have the role, but it's ceremonial more than anything as far as I can tell. Basically if you apply for the position, you get it, regardless of if it's already filled.
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Oh, I absolutely agree. It's rude, but in all honesty, at the end of the day, it's just a title. I'm the captain of my ship, but I don't have any real power there, so to speak, not like on my ship back home. I am always proud and pleased when my ship mates choose to follow me, though.
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