festival day!

[thespaceopera]

Who: EVERYONE
Broadcast: Up to you
Action: Everywhere in the Yadrolla system!
When: 5/30

[At last, the day has come: Festival Day! Once again, the Starstrikers have taken the trophy this year. But that doesn't mean members of other teams, or those who didn't play, can't celebrate with the rest of them!

There are parties everywhere. Ribbons, streamers, and confetti litter every major street in the system. (Remember what they say about glitter...) There is food on every block, and people cramming into shops to get in on the merch.

Don't forget about the reason for the festival-- the pet adoption drive! A large playground-type area has been set up on the Starstrikers' desert moon where people can play and interact with the lovable creatures needing new homes. Whether you're looking for companionship or just something to do, there's plenty to coo over! Every pet comes with an info card listing a fanciful name and a general description of their age and temperament. Maybe Sir Pringle the puppy or Marquess Mariana the fish can become your new best friend.

Sadly, the Fleet will be drifting in about a week... but feel free to party until then!]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

[Vash laughs and hugs her back when the glitter transfer happens.] We're going to find this all over the ship later! [His tone clearly says he thinks is a good thing.] But I think your text said something about dancing? [Without any more warning than that he's turning that hug into a spin.]

[passingthrough]

The Twin Roses Sparkle Ship. [Let's never call it that again.]

[She smiles wider as he spins her.] Good reading skills. [Happy to transition seamlessly to dancing.]

[goldenglasses]

We should get that painted on the side somehow! [Such a bad idea, but tonight is a night for fun and bad ideas.]

So that is what it said! With how bad the spelling was I had to take a wild guess! [He sets her down from the spin, but doesn't stop, instead he extends his arm in an attempt to either let her twirl or let her do a dip. He's strong enough to support her no matter which she picks.

Or perhaps she'll do her own thing.]

[passingthrough]

[Oh, you don't have to tell her twice. Bad ideas all the way!]

Hey! It's dark in here and there's so much going on. You can't expect me to pay that much attention to my communicator. [She takes the dip option and smiles up at him, seemingly content to stay there as long as he wants to hold her.] But I did want you here.

[goldenglasses]

Oh? [He holds her there for possibly a moment or two too long. He's never really danced like this before and he doesn't exactly have the rhyme figured out.] Needed someone with outlandish hair around to make you look even better? Because you don't need me for that.

[passingthrough]

[She doesn't seem to mind. When she's back on her feet she drapes her arms over his shoulders and leans in so her lips are close to his ear.] And yet I still wanted you.

[goldenglasses]

[Feeling her breath against his ear. I still wanted you - it dances in his ear. Between the music, the rush of people around them, and the thrill of celebration all around he can't help but feel a bit excited by that.

He needs to remember that she didn't mean it like that. She wanted company. Anyone would have probably have been fine for her. She wanted company and not him.]

Here I thought you sent me that text by mistake. [He's joking. Or at least, he's hoping that's not true.]

I'm not sure I know the steps to this song! [He shouts to be heard as he tries to suddenly change the topic. Not that not knowing the way the dance goes is stopping him from trying to dance to it.]

[passingthrough]

[She did send a lot of texts in search of more company. But she also meant it like that. She just gets too caught up in overthinking Winn to act on it when she hasn't had a couple. Or maybe it's just that dancing is really the best aphrodisiac for her. She pulls back enough to smile at him, but she's still attached and very close.]

Typos, but no mistake. [She smiles at him.] Just listen to the music and feel the rhythm and move with it. [She rocks her body accordingly.]

[goldenglasses]

[Normally Vash wouldn't care how people would look at him and he'd be a whirlwind of flailing limbs should he be dancing. Tonight he doesn't want to overly embarrass the person that he's with.

So he dances by taking cues from others around him. He's still a bit of flailing limbs, but a much more controlled then he normally would be.

Oh god. Why does everyone dance so close? This was a bit maddening, but it was what everyone else was doing so he tries not to think about it anymore. Even if it's not working all that well.]

How am I doing teach?

[passingthrough]

Really good. [She's dancing more slowly than she normally would to this music, but between wanting Vash to feel more comfortable—ha!—and just wanting to stay more connected for it, this feels better.]

I must be a great teacher.

[goldenglasses]

A really good one. [He grins playfully.] I haven't been thrown out of the club yet! Or stepped on anyone's feet! [He was too graceful to do that with or without help, but he's more than happy to give Kitty the credit.]

[passingthrough]

Is "really good" better or worse than great because I feel like you just demoted me. [Playful. She's having fun even if she suspects he's better than he claims.]

[goldenglasses]

I mean a really good, great, master teacher! [He says with a grin as he's starting to get a bit too hot under his collar with her dancing so very close. Vash decides to give himself a small break by picking her up for another spin that he's hoping she might enjoy. By lifting her up off her feet and spinning the two of them around it gives him a bit more control and a chance to "catch his breath" before he sets her down again with a happy laugh.]

[passingthrough]

[She smiles along with him, enjoying the flow of things and not realizing the extent of thought going on inside him. Then again, she has some of her own, leading in the opposite direction.] Your teacher has a question for you then.

[goldenglasses]

What! No one told me this dance would have a pop quiz! But, yes teacher? What question do you have for your lowly student? [Said with a laugh and a grin.]

[passingthrough]

[You are so not ready for this pop quiz. You definitely didn't study and it's possible you went to class naked.] Were we on a date when you asked me to go to The Space Bar with you?

[goldenglasses]

[He was not ready for this pop quiz in the slightest. Vash actually stumbles in the dance and if he had been drinking he'd probably even do a spit take. Luckily he wasn't drinking!]

Ahhh--- well, I mean. WHAT? I can't hear you! The music! It's really loud!

[passingthrough]

[She brings a finger up to press lightly against his lips in hopes of hushing him.] Remy told me it was a plus one thing. [Withdrawing her finger.]

[goldenglasses]

[DAMN YOU REMY!] Ah, oh--? Um... ahh-- [HE'S GOT IT!] Was it? Hahaha! Opps! I didn't realize that! [Good thing she's the only one he asked! And suddenly he can hear her again!]

[passingthrough]

[His hearing keeps going in and out. That's troubling. She leans in to do that lips to his ear thing again.] You should kiss me.

[goldenglasses]

[What-- did she just-- Now he's questioning what he heard. His super human hearing tells him that he heard correctly, but the part that secretly hates himself can't believe it.

And then there was the other thing.] Haha, I think you've officially had too much to drink. [As much as he may want to kiss her, he won't do so when he thinks she's under the influence of a glitch, alcohol, or otherwise.]

[passingthrough]

Nope. I'm saying it because I'm drunk. I'm not thinking it because I'm drunk. [This is an important distinction!]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash grins at that completely coherent statement.] Uh huh. Sure. How about we take a break and get a drink of water? [Because Vash is still pretty sure that if she was sober she wouldn't be interested in him.]

[passingthrough]

Hey! You can be a gentleman about this, but don't be a self-doubting fool! [Poking him in the chest.]

[goldenglasses]

Eh!? [How easily he falls into his clueless idiot routine.] Self-doubting? And I think that's the first time I've been called a gentleman.