We've got stars directing our fate, and we're praying it's not too late. [Party-Thread]

[bloodrunsdeeper]

[[OOC: Okay, kids. Have your Christmas Ball. ^^ Given that 'tis the season for traveling and holiday stress, you can probably expect the whole kaboodle to be slowtimed to Hell, but the important thing is that it's here for you to throw your kids in. Mix and mingle, make new friends, and have fun! Remember, this takes place on December 24, so any

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[please_see_me]

Dusty is in a very simple white dress. She disappeared into the bathroom shortly after arriving and seeing all the angels with their wings out, and had to work herself up to letting her own Scarlet Macaw's wings out in their brilliant blue and red and yellow. But, finally, she emerges and tiptoes into the ballroom with her wings folded against her back, wide-eyed and looking very much like the wallflower attempting to break out and not exactly managing it.

Would anyone like to ask her to dance?

[scorching_black]

"Cor, Dusty, you look lovely."

Sirius atcher elbow!

"Care for a dance?"

[please_see_me]

Dusty blushes and ducks her head, her wings ruffling a little. "Thanks. I feel kinda silly, all... colored like some little kid's picture book."

She hesitates and then shrugs. "Dunno. I haven't ever really been to a dance before."

[scorching_black]

"No, it suits you, really," Sirius assures her. "I could teach you, if you want...or we could just stand here and say nice things to each other if you'd prefer!"

[hesourhostage]

Andrew's been sort of bouncing around, because he's not so much social as... You know, the sort of person who just finds people, latches onto them, and then never really leaves them alone. Given this many people, however, and the fact that he has all the attention span of a chihuahua on crack, means that he's just been going around and poking people and possibly helping the wallflowers.

And what is this? What light through yonder wallflower breaks. She's ickle and kinda reminds him of Piper.

Here Dusty! Have a STEALTH!ANDREW, and by stealth!Andrew, I mean, an Andrew who just sort of appears beside you. "You looking for a partner? Because I was actually thinking of heading out onto the dance floor again. I'm very big on the dance floor."

Andrew would probably be a lot more convincing as cool were he not in a powder blue tuxedo... And weren't Andrew.

[please_see_me]

Dusty starts, her wings fluttering and puffing out without her even thinking about it, turning to face Andrew with wide eyes. "Oh! I, um, well I wasn't exactly, that is, I don't really know how to dance and, well, I mean, I was just watching," she finishes, blushing and ducking her head. "Everyone looks so beautiful. I've never seen so many pretty dresses in my life."

[hesourhostage]

Andrew might have heard that, but he was sort of distracted by her wings. His attention span... It's not so good.

"Wow, you have really pretty wings. The only angel's wings I've seen are Tay's and they're not so much pretty as they are... 'badass.'" He actually does the quotation marks around 'badass' with his fingers. We're not sure why. He gets a little closer to her and just sort of stares. "Masterful. And so brightly colored!"

Somewhere a lot of people are probably facepalming.

[please_see_me]

Dusty blushes rather brightly at the compliment. "Oh... thank you! I sorta thought they looked silly, 'specially when everyone else has all those browns and blacks and whites."

[devilsblueroses]

Nero's distinctly out of place at this affair, what with his normal cross-between-formal-and-casual outfit and his arm in a sling, and the fact that the closest thing for a formal affair he's ever been to were boring Order ceremonies.

Leaning against the wall, he looks around and sees Dusty looking almost as uncomfortable as he does, with her impressive colorful wings on display for all who care to see.

Well, he's not so rude that he'll leave a nice girl hanging like that. Pushing himself off the wall, he approaches her, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh...hey," he says.

[please_see_me]

"Hey!" Dusty jumps a little, and her wings mantle and then tuck tightly against her back, like she's trying to hide them without putting them away. "God, I feel so out of place, all... fancy and ridiculous-looking," she says with a nervous laugh.

[devilsblueroses]

"Look a little more in place than I do," Nero says, looking around. "I'm not the dress-up kinda guy so I sorta...didn't bother." Something he regrets in hindsight, since making a statement probably isn't worth looking like the loser of the ball.

He rubs the back of his head and looks around one more time, then looks down at Dusty again. "So uh...wanna dance?" Hopefully he won't step on her feet too much, seeing as how he's never danced in his life.

[please_see_me]

Dusty blinks a little, surprised, and beams at him, ducking her head a little before looking back up at him. "Uh... y-yeah! Sure!"

It's okay, Nero. She's never danced before, either.

[devilsblueroses]

As they move to the dance floor, one thing is clear: that sling just isn't going to work. Well, the angels are going to have their wings out for all the see, why the hell does Nero have to hide his arm? He yanks off the sling and sticks it into the inside pocket of his coat, then considers Dusty for a moment, trying to figure out where to position his arms. He already knows she doesn't mind if his right arm touches her, which is a plus, but between having never danced, and not wanting to accidentally snag her wings, it's a little...complicated.

He finally settles for putting his hands around her waist, high enough to be within propriety. "I...uh...have no idea how to dance," he admits, once he's got that much figured out. Not his smartest idea ever.

[please_see_me]

Dusty giggles a little, and links her fingers behind his neck, her wrists resting on his shoulders. "Well, I don't really, either, I more play music, but from what I've seen in movies, it's pretty much just standing like this and rocking from foot to foot in time with the music." She pauses. "For slow dancing. I think they grind for fast songs. Not like this."

[devilsblueroses]

Nero's not sure why he's surprised when she links her fingers behind his neck, but he tries to play it cool, rocking from foot to foot the way she mentioned. "Yeah, uh...I guess we can skip the fast songs, then," Nero says. Not that he necessarily means he'll dance with her all night, just with their respective partners. Or that he is that opposed to grinding with her, he just don't want her to be uncomfortable...and his internal "you're a dumbass, change the subject" alarm's just gone off full-blast.

"You're a musician?" he asks conversationally, hoping he sounds genuinely interested (he is), and not like he's just fumbling for any change of subject.

[please_see_me]

Which he is, though. Fumbling for a change of subject, that is. That's okay, Dusty doesn't really notice. Nor does she expect him to just dance with her all night. After all, there's a lot of people here, and most of them aren't awkward like her, and she's willing to bet most of them can be seen if they go out in public, too.

"Yeah-huh!" she says, beaming proudly. "I'm third seat cello in the school orchestra. Gonna be first seat next..." she trails off and makes a face. "Um. Was. Whatever. Haven't played in a while, though. My cello's still at home." She forces a smile, and it feels much more sincere once it's there. "What about you? You in a rock band or anything?"

Yes, she's teasing.