Post by Storyteller on May 3, 2016 20:13:37 GMT
The dancing continues, reaching a fever pitch, until an hour passes and the energy breaks like a soap bubble.
The DJs and band leaders each shake their head, wondering why they switched from the their typical set list. Though the crowd was into it. They each decide to go back to their regular music before management decides to complain. They were just following the mood of the crowd, but that will only excuse so much.
As for the dancers: some, suddenly embarrassed or desperately thirsty, leave the dance floor. Some start dancing to the new music, but dance with more moderation. Some try to match their previous pace, laughing at themselves when they fail.
A few people, including Anya, continue dancing with abandon.
Sent from my iPad
On May 2, 2016, at 10:49 PM, Travis Evans <iamtravisevans@gmail.com> wrote:
> ((OOC, Paul, don't ever change.))
> On May 2, 2016 10:02 PM, "Paul Findsen" <pfindsen@mac.com> wrote:
>
> Dr Stake
>
> <image1.gif>
>
> Sent from my iPhone
>
> On May 2, 2016, at 9:16 PM, Travis Evans <iamtravisevans@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> Alex is busy, dancing across the floor, from group to group. At first glance, he seems surprisingly talented, fluid and graceful, though he's never in one spot for more than a few minutes. After a while it becomes clear though that all of Alex's moves are memorized and scripted and his moving around helps mask his lack of artistry. It's all technically solid, but any time he tries to mix up his routines, it comes out slightly awkward. That said, he seems to be having a blast, dancing along with all the pop music with an abundance of energy.
>>
>> Slowly though, the upbeat pop music shifts, taking on more more traditional electronic club sound, then shifting towards an almost industrial beat. Alex seems slightly confused for a moment, then scans the crowd until he spots Anya. His eyes narrow, then he turns and leaves the dance floor. He draws a deck of cards from a pocket as he does, starts shuffling and walks towards the nearest bar.
>>
>> Halfway there, he draws two cards, looks between a patron at one end of the bar who looks slightly anxious and a particularly hurried looking bartender. He stops and gets a drink from his previous bartender before continuing down to the one who's currently making four mojitos. Alex stops, points at the man who's currently thumbing through his wallet, then hands some cash to the busy barkeep. He quickly walks away into the crowd, saluting with his drink as he goes.
>>
>> A moment later, the bartender finishes the drinks and counts the money. She reaches the next to the last bill and looks confused, then looks at the last bill and looks shocked. She starts to look around, holding the last two bills in the stack, looking around for the man she never had a chance to look in the eye. When she realizes he's gone, she smiles and pockets the cash. A moment later the patron comes down to pay his tab, only to be waved away by the bartender.
>>
>> On May 2, 2016 2:43 PM, "John Bellando" <john_bellando@hotmail.com> wrote:
>> >
>> > Chance begins to feel the increase in energy, apparently his danger sense was correct. Thinking perhaps Anya is letting her emotions get out of control, he starts to move towards her. The crowd though has different plans, and as more party goers move to the floor, he finds it harder to spot Anya amidst the craze.
>> >
>> > "Oh well...she's a big girl," he thinks, stopping a moment as his brain processes the pounding rhythms that start to coalesce into a cohesive beat. Warning system or not, this is his style of music..."Why shouldn't I just enjoy it?" Though he's not been on for dancing, chance starts to move to the sounds...stomping his boots in time with the drum and letting his arms join the fun. After a few minutes, he has forgotten his worries about Anya and just says "Bugger all!" and looses himself...
>> >
>> > He forgets the staring invitation to the Avalon group...he forgets the encounter with the black suits...he forgets the trouble the Cave is having...he forgets his disagreements with Alex...he just is...his senses open and he sees...
>> >
>> > ...the chaotic chords and notes that make up everyone...and everything... in the theater...each person a note, some major keys and some minor keys...each object its own chord made up of its component notes...together...they form an infinite arrangement of melodies and harmonies...chaos in its purest form...and just by bringing notes together or pulling them apart....a new chord...a new harmony...some consonant, others dissonant, some it's so easy...
>> >
>> > ...two people on the dance floor...individual notes...until they are brought together over a spilled drink....a connection...a chord is formed...another chord dissolves into its notes as a misspoken name ignites jealousy...all the while, the composer works...heedless of his creation...
>> >
>> > ...accidents ensue...serendipity surprises...fate intervenes...hope fades...randomness reigns...all for a time...
>> >
>> > ...soon though the instincts take over...the desire to move...not to grow roots...but to uproot and live...to fight against the oppression...the need for a new vista...and then the door closes...and boots walk down the street...no destination in mind...for its the journey that is...and was and will be again..."Leave no sign of your passage...." It is the way....
>> >
>> > On May 1, 2016, at 6:02 PM, Lisa <lisafer@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >
>> >> (OOC, I for one, would expect nothing less!
)
>> >>
>> >> There's something absolutely freeing about dancing. "Dance like no one's watching," Venisha had read somewhere on the internet, in some motivational be-true-to-yourself-and-fuck-the-world affirmation. Whatever it was, she understands it tonight, while she moves to the music that grows more intense with each phrase. She loves the feeling of life and passion around her.
>> >>
>> >> "Why don't I do this more often?" she shouts to no one in particular, as she moves to the beat. While her moves are unconventional - circular patterns that are more of a maipayat than any sort of known dance step - her flexibility and balance are impressive just the same. If only her braid weren't flipping into people's faces...
>> >>
>> >> On Sun, May 1, 2016 at 4:39 PM, Meg Taylor <aeetias@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >>>
>> >>> All of the members of the party are somewhere in the crowd at Guilty Pleasures, dancing, whether celebrating a victory or trying to work off the frustrations of the day.
>> >>>
>> >>> Those keeping an eye on Anya see that she sticks to places where there's decent energy in the dancers around her, but enough room for her to dance as she likes. While she does come down from absolutely furious after 30 minutes or so of dancing, those with eyes to see might be able to tell that she's not quite relaxed yet. She also seems to be off beat. No matter what part of the room she's dancing in, she has to stop and adjust her rhythm periodically.
>> >>>
>> >>> After another few songs, she breaks again. Instead of starting up again, she spins, doing something like chaine turns, but with more fluid arms, and no spotting. She goes around in a small circle, brushing past the other dancers. When she stops, a little dizzy, she sees that the people around her are dancing more enthusiastically. She smiles and returns to the more appropriate style of dance.
>> >>>
>> >>> The energy in the crowd increases slowly, emanating from where Anya dances. Fewer people leave to get drinks. More people leave their tables and head towards the dance floor. Those already there seem less preoccupied with how they're dancing than how much they're dancing. The music too is changing - all the bands and DJs, while still staying in their own set list, are picking songs that are less pop and more Mad Max Fury Road meets dubstep.
>> >>>
>> >>> Anya seems to have finally found the right rhythm, as she wipes her left thumb across her eyes and gives herself to the music and the dance.
>> >>>
>> >>>
>> >>> (Ooc: What do you expect when you take an ecstatic dancer to the club? Mind 2, to alter emotion. Your character might feel a certain confidence and desire to relax and dance more. Or your character notices something is off and isn't affected in the least. Since this is RP only, I'm not going to tell you and I don't care what you pick. I also don't plan to make a habit of this, especially since the magick is also targeting PCs, but I just had to.)
>> >>>
>> >>> Sent from my iPad
>> >>>
>> >>> > On May 1, 2016, at 10:42 AM, John Bellando <john_bellando@hotmail.com> wrote:
>> >>> >
>> >>> > Guilty Pleasures - Dancing
>> >>
>> >>
The DJs and band leaders each shake their head, wondering why they switched from the their typical set list. Though the crowd was into it. They each decide to go back to their regular music before management decides to complain. They were just following the mood of the crowd, but that will only excuse so much.
As for the dancers: some, suddenly embarrassed or desperately thirsty, leave the dance floor. Some start dancing to the new music, but dance with more moderation. Some try to match their previous pace, laughing at themselves when they fail.
A few people, including Anya, continue dancing with abandon.
Sent from my iPad
On May 2, 2016, at 10:49 PM, Travis Evans <iamtravisevans@gmail.com> wrote:
> ((OOC, Paul, don't ever change.))
> On May 2, 2016 10:02 PM, "Paul Findsen" <pfindsen@mac.com> wrote:
>
> Dr Stake
>
> <image1.gif>
>
> Sent from my iPhone
>
> On May 2, 2016, at 9:16 PM, Travis Evans <iamtravisevans@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> Alex is busy, dancing across the floor, from group to group. At first glance, he seems surprisingly talented, fluid and graceful, though he's never in one spot for more than a few minutes. After a while it becomes clear though that all of Alex's moves are memorized and scripted and his moving around helps mask his lack of artistry. It's all technically solid, but any time he tries to mix up his routines, it comes out slightly awkward. That said, he seems to be having a blast, dancing along with all the pop music with an abundance of energy.
>>
>> Slowly though, the upbeat pop music shifts, taking on more more traditional electronic club sound, then shifting towards an almost industrial beat. Alex seems slightly confused for a moment, then scans the crowd until he spots Anya. His eyes narrow, then he turns and leaves the dance floor. He draws a deck of cards from a pocket as he does, starts shuffling and walks towards the nearest bar.
>>
>> Halfway there, he draws two cards, looks between a patron at one end of the bar who looks slightly anxious and a particularly hurried looking bartender. He stops and gets a drink from his previous bartender before continuing down to the one who's currently making four mojitos. Alex stops, points at the man who's currently thumbing through his wallet, then hands some cash to the busy barkeep. He quickly walks away into the crowd, saluting with his drink as he goes.
>>
>> A moment later, the bartender finishes the drinks and counts the money. She reaches the next to the last bill and looks confused, then looks at the last bill and looks shocked. She starts to look around, holding the last two bills in the stack, looking around for the man she never had a chance to look in the eye. When she realizes he's gone, she smiles and pockets the cash. A moment later the patron comes down to pay his tab, only to be waved away by the bartender.
>>
>> On May 2, 2016 2:43 PM, "John Bellando" <john_bellando@hotmail.com> wrote:
>> >
>> > Chance begins to feel the increase in energy, apparently his danger sense was correct. Thinking perhaps Anya is letting her emotions get out of control, he starts to move towards her. The crowd though has different plans, and as more party goers move to the floor, he finds it harder to spot Anya amidst the craze.
>> >
>> > "Oh well...she's a big girl," he thinks, stopping a moment as his brain processes the pounding rhythms that start to coalesce into a cohesive beat. Warning system or not, this is his style of music..."Why shouldn't I just enjoy it?" Though he's not been on for dancing, chance starts to move to the sounds...stomping his boots in time with the drum and letting his arms join the fun. After a few minutes, he has forgotten his worries about Anya and just says "Bugger all!" and looses himself...
>> >
>> > He forgets the staring invitation to the Avalon group...he forgets the encounter with the black suits...he forgets the trouble the Cave is having...he forgets his disagreements with Alex...he just is...his senses open and he sees...
>> >
>> > ...the chaotic chords and notes that make up everyone...and everything... in the theater...each person a note, some major keys and some minor keys...each object its own chord made up of its component notes...together...they form an infinite arrangement of melodies and harmonies...chaos in its purest form...and just by bringing notes together or pulling them apart....a new chord...a new harmony...some consonant, others dissonant, some it's so easy...
>> >
>> > ...two people on the dance floor...individual notes...until they are brought together over a spilled drink....a connection...a chord is formed...another chord dissolves into its notes as a misspoken name ignites jealousy...all the while, the composer works...heedless of his creation...
>> >
>> > ...accidents ensue...serendipity surprises...fate intervenes...hope fades...randomness reigns...all for a time...
>> >
>> > ...soon though the instincts take over...the desire to move...not to grow roots...but to uproot and live...to fight against the oppression...the need for a new vista...and then the door closes...and boots walk down the street...no destination in mind...for its the journey that is...and was and will be again..."Leave no sign of your passage...." It is the way....
>> >
>> > On May 1, 2016, at 6:02 PM, Lisa <lisafer@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >
>> >> (OOC, I for one, would expect nothing less!
)>> >>
>> >> There's something absolutely freeing about dancing. "Dance like no one's watching," Venisha had read somewhere on the internet, in some motivational be-true-to-yourself-and-fuck-the-world affirmation. Whatever it was, she understands it tonight, while she moves to the music that grows more intense with each phrase. She loves the feeling of life and passion around her.
>> >>
>> >> "Why don't I do this more often?" she shouts to no one in particular, as she moves to the beat. While her moves are unconventional - circular patterns that are more of a maipayat than any sort of known dance step - her flexibility and balance are impressive just the same. If only her braid weren't flipping into people's faces...
>> >>
>> >> On Sun, May 1, 2016 at 4:39 PM, Meg Taylor <aeetias@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >>>
>> >>> All of the members of the party are somewhere in the crowd at Guilty Pleasures, dancing, whether celebrating a victory or trying to work off the frustrations of the day.
>> >>>
>> >>> Those keeping an eye on Anya see that she sticks to places where there's decent energy in the dancers around her, but enough room for her to dance as she likes. While she does come down from absolutely furious after 30 minutes or so of dancing, those with eyes to see might be able to tell that she's not quite relaxed yet. She also seems to be off beat. No matter what part of the room she's dancing in, she has to stop and adjust her rhythm periodically.
>> >>>
>> >>> After another few songs, she breaks again. Instead of starting up again, she spins, doing something like chaine turns, but with more fluid arms, and no spotting. She goes around in a small circle, brushing past the other dancers. When she stops, a little dizzy, she sees that the people around her are dancing more enthusiastically. She smiles and returns to the more appropriate style of dance.
>> >>>
>> >>> The energy in the crowd increases slowly, emanating from where Anya dances. Fewer people leave to get drinks. More people leave their tables and head towards the dance floor. Those already there seem less preoccupied with how they're dancing than how much they're dancing. The music too is changing - all the bands and DJs, while still staying in their own set list, are picking songs that are less pop and more Mad Max Fury Road meets dubstep.
>> >>>
>> >>> Anya seems to have finally found the right rhythm, as she wipes her left thumb across her eyes and gives herself to the music and the dance.
>> >>>
>> >>>
>> >>> (Ooc: What do you expect when you take an ecstatic dancer to the club? Mind 2, to alter emotion. Your character might feel a certain confidence and desire to relax and dance more. Or your character notices something is off and isn't affected in the least. Since this is RP only, I'm not going to tell you and I don't care what you pick. I also don't plan to make a habit of this, especially since the magick is also targeting PCs, but I just had to.)
>> >>>
>> >>> Sent from my iPad
>> >>>
>> >>> > On May 1, 2016, at 10:42 AM, John Bellando <john_bellando@hotmail.com> wrote:
>> >>> >
>> >>> > Guilty Pleasures - Dancing
>> >>
>> >>
