[Open Event] NPP Dance at the Newcomer Community Center

[rapturescreed]

Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: January 13th, 7:00 PM to
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for the Dance! Everyone have fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!

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[criesforharry]

[This Doctor always did like a good party! Good fun, unless on Christmas. Horrible luck with Christmases in the long run. But either way, he did manage to get his hands on a black suit in order to come to this little soirée. Of course what suit isn't complete with a nice tie and a good pair of shoes.

But there he stands at the edge of the party, sipping a drink and leaning against the wall and looking out at the gathered people. No better sport than this, really. People watching!]

[criesforharry]

Yup-ah! [As always, he's one of the best at over-pronunciation.] Although its only proper that question go both ways.

[lostmygrace]

[People watching is fun- keeps her from running into people without knowing it first. It's also good for keeping an eye on people she'd rather not talk to. Yet. Also socializing.]

Are you watching for fun, looking for someone or C, avoiding someone?

[criesforharry]

Never did get that lettering thing. C. You know, not all alphabets have a letter C. Bit selective, don't you think? But everyone knows now to count. So 1, yes. 2, a few someones, had a little luck so far. And 3, or C as you like, no. Not yet, anyway. Sure to change as the night goes on.

[He grins at Anna around his drink] Always amazing how many people will skirt around the walls and mingle with other people doing the same. Almost getting more social calls than those party animals on the dance floor.

[lostmygrace]

Mhm. [About C. And not every alphabet having one.] You don't seem like the wall-hugged type, though. Then again, a bit hard to socialize with more than one person when you're dancing.

[criesforharry]

[He can follow, oddly enough. Or, well, maybe he's just assuming Anna means yes to everything he's saying. At least then he's not getting it wrong. Even though he, er, is.] Wall-hugger? Me? Nah, get a few martinis in my system and I'll be shakin' it like Frankie Manning on four cups of coffee.

[lostmygrace]

[No offense, the but the image her mind supplies at the comparison is kind of hilarious. Enough that she's swallowing back a laugh with her own drink which she brought with her shh.]

So you're just .. Waiting then? Expecting some sort of diversion in the plan of the night? You said you weren't avoiding anyone yet...

[criesforharry]

[He would be a glorious swing dancer, Anna. Has enough energy for it, at least.]

No, not yet. But not everyone can take a charming smile and a bit of good old fashioned butting your nose into places they don't belong out of curiosity's sake. Where you make friends, you make enemies, true of any planet, any species, any culture. Something I've learned over the years. [He raises his glass to her in a grin and a mock cheers, however.] I'm The Doctor, by the way.

[lostmygrace]

Mm, don't I know it. [But she'll raise her glass to that, strange little Alien Man.] Anna; Pleased t'meet you. Though if you find something interesting enough to stick your nose into here, let me know. Newcomer things like this are usually pretty boring.

I mean, until people get drunk.

[criesforharry]

Awwwww, c'mon now. Even the most boring of events can surprise you. Ever been to France in the 19th Century? Seems boring enough - no strobe lights, disco balls, all music played with little string orchestras - now they knew how to take a dead room and turn it into a party.

[He laughs, though. Really can't help it. Maybe its the pleasant warmth of alcohol or simply the entertainment of new meetings] Anna. Nice name. Accent places you... Eastern America? About... 20th, 21st Century?

[lostmygrace]

Not in the 19th, no. Well, I think any century knew how to party if it was their own. We just find it boring because we're spoiled now-a-days.

Ohio, yeah. 21st Century. Oh what was it... 2008, I think. What about you? The Doctor. Don't think you're an actual physician. No one gets off calling themselves their profession unless you're a vigilante, and even then... I guess unless you're Captain Obvious or something.

[criesforharry]

Spoiled? Yeah, a bit. [But he still just seems pleased about everything.] You lot go through your ups and downs, though. Spoiled one second, generous the next. Fighting tooth and nail for survival and slouching in the lap of luxury all within a few days of each other.

[He shrugs, though, chuckling at her question and... observations.] Who knows? Could be a physician - studied for a bit medically. Could even be an archaeologist - never would be, though. Archaeologists, pah. Maybe psychiatrist? Know my way around the human psyche enough to be considered one. [A grin] The Doctor's my name. Just the Doctor, nothing more. And I'm from a bit of everywhere, really.

[lostmygrace]

But you're not. Human, I mean. ..Or any of the above for profession. [A beat.] Or at least, I'm not putting money on any of them.

[She has to wonder though. 'From a bit of everywhere' is the most cliche answer in the book if you don't want to tell someone. Maybe he can't go back, maybe he doesn't want to remember... Any number of reasons. But, despite curiosity, she doesn't pry. Maybe later.]

Are you a dancer though? [And a not so subtle glance towards the dancefloor.]

[criesforharry]

Very good! [He laughs] Not many can see past the face. What gave me away?

[And just as he'd avoided the question of his home, his place of origin, he's simply blinking away the question of his profession. Not as delicate a subject, but still.]

I've dabbled a bit here and there. Haven't danced much with this- er, recently. [Gonna have to be a bit less subtle to get a dance out of him right now Anna. He's having fun playing hard to get.]

[lostmygrace]

[A meager little shrug.] I'm pretty good at telling those types of things. What sort of species people are. Not used to seeing too many aliens though... You're not anything I've seen from my world. [No Time Lords in her Universe.]

Mhm. [Well, either he's oblivious or being polite in his turning her down but ... somehow she has a feeling it's the former.] Well how about now?

[He won't miss her putting his drink down and holding a hand out to ... go to the dance floor, will he?]

[criesforharry]

And you look human enough from my side of things. No markers of alien physiology, and yet... getting the feeling you're not all you seem to be either, now are you?

[Oh no, he can't miss that little hint. So, with a grin, he's holding out his arm and quirking up an eyebrow at her in question.]

I think I'm feeling up to testing it out. Allons-Y!