[ Masquerade ]
Who: Everyone! Even the grouches :D
When: Friday Evening
Where: Park
Format: Paragraph/action/whatever you like
What: Masquerade Par-tay!
Warnings: None...yet.
The park was lit up by lights and of course the stars that night. Tents were pitched up where refreshments and food were served. Tables and chairs were scattered throughout the space and ( Read more... )
When: Friday Evening
Where: Park
Format: Paragraph/action/whatever you like
What: Masquerade Par-tay!
Warnings: None...yet.
The park was lit up by lights and of course the stars that night. Tents were pitched up where refreshments and food were served. Tables and chairs were scattered throughout the space and ( Read more... )
[Today she's joining us dressed as a flapper, and she bops a little to the music as she sips a drink and does a bit of crowd watching.]
[...well, Dawn watching. Which is to say, watching for Dawn. Because really, someone has to.]
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He's circling the perimeter of the twinklylights, staying well clear of the dancing; and pauses at Buffy, likely to move past again in a little bit. But he can never just walk past Buffy.
Striking a folded-arms-shoulder-propped pose against the nearest tree, he says to her,] Dawn-watching?
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I mean, in the "has a date" sense, more than say in the "engaged in a serious relationship" sense.
But that totally qualifies as dating.
[She tugs on a bit of fringe hanging from her dress, and then finally, mouth open, lifts her head to say... something.]
[Instead, she says...]
...your masklessness defies the purpose of masquerading.
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[As much as all interests had been eclipsed by Buffy arriving, he did miss Jennifer. But it's just as well she wasn't still Dawny's only real source of girlytalk. The dating pool might not survive it.]
[He masklessly shrugs and tosses back his head.] What the fella said. Give a bloke a mask and he'll tell the truth. So, y'know. If I had one, what if I couldn't stop. Would have to start going on about how great you look and effulgent you are and declaring this and that you'd never get a chance to slay the buffet goodies.
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[Little sister. Almost a daughter, sometimes. She wrinkles her nose.]
But... someone's got to do the duties. I know. Times like this, I keep thinking...
[That she wishes her mother were here. In this place it could even happen. But...]
Anyway, I'm just glad I don't have to explain the bird and bee thing. Thank God for public education.
[...they teach that stuff in high school, right?]
[Buffy adjusts her mask a little in defiance of the concept of masklessness.]
That's a lot of truth. Didn't saying that sort of defeat the purpose of all that barefacery?
[Barefaceiness?]
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S'why I said "what if".
[seems to slip away back into the shadows.
Less than a second later he reemerges on her other side and murmurs in her ear,]
But you do, and you are, and you know.
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[She smiles a little - a mix of awkwardness and appreciation. Not so unusual, really.]
You look exactly the way you normally look. Which is, you know. Of the good.
Although actually, I wasn't sure you'd turn up. Never know when someone's going to be in a party-vampire kind of mood.
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But yeah. Dawn-watching.
[a small smile back, which matches hers. Reaches up to untwist a few of the mask's feathers. Brushes a bit of her hair into place too. Quickly disengages and set to start back on his unofficial rounds]
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[Think fast, Buffy!]
I'm doing my big sisterly duty in my attempt to-- hey!
Are you drifting into orbit or something? Are you doing that whole "stalk in the shadows" thing? Is she... dancing?
[PREPARING TO DANCE?]
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Huh?
[stops orbitally drifting to twist around, look at the dance floor; and almost but not quite trip over himself to look back to Buffy]
[ooc: "we should take a closer look! dance with me!" 'cept he's not gonna say it... /sigh/ ;-) ]
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[...Buffy squeezes her eyes closed for a moment, and presses her fingertips against the bridge of her nose, squeezing.]
Why is this all panic-making, anyway? She's right. When I was her age, I wasn't exactly the dateless wonder. I mean, as long as... graveyard patrols count as dates. But even before that! Before that, I was good with the dating! I had boys, and friends, but no friends that were boys!
And she went on a date before, too. Sure it was with a creepy vamp--
[....wait, let's not accidentally insult the Spike.]
--undead and unsouled American. But she didn't know that, and she got through it with all her blood on the inside. Which is more than I can say for me and my... experiences with undead... nonamericans.
[...yeah, Buffy's taste in vampires? Kind of more Old World, really.]
[She wrinkles her nose.]
Is it all creepy and hovery if I Dawn-watch from a closer orbit?
[And, come to think of it, do you even dance?]
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[yeah not so much worried about the insulting]
[And lo, the Old World she does call. Never say Spike can't function in 18th-century Vienna. Not that that's his country, or his century, or that the current dancing could be called "waltzing". Nonetheless, with something of the air of a Valentino, or a Bond (or a Bond villain) he offers Buffy his hand.]
Either way, sounds like my job.
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[ooc: Cleared with Rex-mun and toward the end of the night. Poke me if this doesn't belong here, and I will move it elsewhere. IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME.]
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So, are you ready for this?
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Her hand.
Which is good because now she can't exactly flail externally. Although internally, she's got the flailmarket cornered.
One one hand (that a cute boy is holding OH MY GOD): Cute boy.
On the other hand: Flight.]
Totally ready.
[Deep breath.]
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Just keep your arms around me, I'll keep my arms around you and we'll be good to go.
[The Boogie Pack builds out with a metallic CLANKing sound, the turbines starting up a second later. It's not so much a roar as a steady hum, the force they generate lifting both pilot and passenger a few feet up off the ground...]
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