Two Fools in One ☻ In Person ☻ OTA!
[Good morning, Academy. It looks like you were hit with a color bomb. Also, half of Traverse Town is suddenly partying it up on campus in various crazy costumes. Feast of Fools, anyone?
After a fair bit of festivities (and probably confusion on the students' parts because since when was this a planned school function and wtf wtf), the performance begins, which basically goes like a normal FoF at Paris, only less hunchback-related fun and a very, very different dance from Esmeralda. Mostly because they're still at a school and a student pole dancing might be frowned on. So basically, it's just like Paris up to the moment Clopin disappears onstage, leaving only Esmeralda.]
[Esmeralda never understood how anyone could claim they couldn’t dance.
It wasn’t about the dancer, it never was: it was about the music, about how it tapped a rhythm against your very frame, weaving you into its melody. It was about how the music set fire to your blood. It was about how the music would coax you into movement. There was never a question of knowing or not knowing what to do: the music knew what it wanted, and the dancer was its instrument. If you listened to it - really, truly listened - you could hear what the melody was asking of you. The arpeggios, trills, and cadences knew the poetry of motion within the human soul, and the dance was the result.
This melody is different from her usual Festival of Fools routines - she has the advantage of being center stage, here, and not having to compete with countless other distractions and revelries to hold the attention of a fickle crowd. At first the melody is a steady pulse, punctuated by the sounds of her perfectly-timed stamps, embellished by the graceful curves of her arms and the swishing of her dress as she turns and sways. She lifts her skirts ever so slightly, dropping the material only when she gracefully unfurls her arms, or claps in time with the music.
A slow smile curves her lips upward as the melody steadily builds, gaining momentum, until she herself is a whirl - a tempest of red fabric and black hair - until the song itself is a hurricane of sound. She never falls out of rhythm or misses a single beat, nor does she lose her smile, not even for a moment. The song finishes with a flourish, and she strikes a dramatic pose, arms above her head, hands poised. She’s glowing; she’s out of breath; but she isn’t showing off. This is a far better introduction than any she could have hoped to make yesterday. Dance is her native language.
Are you impressed, Academy? Did you notice the bright decorations that were carefully strewn about the campus? Were any of you aware when you woke this morning that you woke to the day of Epiphany, lovingly (and sometimes disastrously) celebrated in Paris as the Festival of Fools?
You are now, ideally.
Happy Topsy Turvy Day!]
((OOC: Small text belongs to Clopin, regular text belongs to Esme. Video is only accurate up to 2:23, so no, no crowning of a King of Fools and no Quasi love, and Esme's new dance is viewable here. This is a mingle post, so post with your character with what they're doing and tag others! Threadjacking absolutely encouraged!))
After a fair bit of festivities (and probably confusion on the students' parts because since when was this a planned school function and wtf wtf), the performance begins, which basically goes like a normal FoF at Paris, only less hunchback-related fun and a very, very different dance from Esmeralda. Mostly because they're still at a school and a student pole dancing might be frowned on. So basically, it's just like Paris up to the moment Clopin disappears onstage, leaving only Esmeralda.]
[Esmeralda never understood how anyone could claim they couldn’t dance.
It wasn’t about the dancer, it never was: it was about the music, about how it tapped a rhythm against your very frame, weaving you into its melody. It was about how the music set fire to your blood. It was about how the music would coax you into movement. There was never a question of knowing or not knowing what to do: the music knew what it wanted, and the dancer was its instrument. If you listened to it - really, truly listened - you could hear what the melody was asking of you. The arpeggios, trills, and cadences knew the poetry of motion within the human soul, and the dance was the result.
This melody is different from her usual Festival of Fools routines - she has the advantage of being center stage, here, and not having to compete with countless other distractions and revelries to hold the attention of a fickle crowd. At first the melody is a steady pulse, punctuated by the sounds of her perfectly-timed stamps, embellished by the graceful curves of her arms and the swishing of her dress as she turns and sways. She lifts her skirts ever so slightly, dropping the material only when she gracefully unfurls her arms, or claps in time with the music.
A slow smile curves her lips upward as the melody steadily builds, gaining momentum, until she herself is a whirl - a tempest of red fabric and black hair - until the song itself is a hurricane of sound. She never falls out of rhythm or misses a single beat, nor does she lose her smile, not even for a moment. The song finishes with a flourish, and she strikes a dramatic pose, arms above her head, hands poised. She’s glowing; she’s out of breath; but she isn’t showing off. This is a far better introduction than any she could have hoped to make yesterday. Dance is her native language.
Are you impressed, Academy? Did you notice the bright decorations that were carefully strewn about the campus? Were any of you aware when you woke this morning that you woke to the day of Epiphany, lovingly (and sometimes disastrously) celebrated in Paris as the Festival of Fools?
You are now, ideally.
Happy Topsy Turvy Day!]
((OOC: Small text belongs to Clopin, regular text belongs to Esme. Video is only accurate up to 2:23, so no, no crowning of a King of Fools and no Quasi love, and Esme's new dance is viewable here. This is a mingle post, so post with your character with what they're doing and tag others! Threadjacking absolutely encouraged!))