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[paracelsus-ftw.livejournal.com]

WINTER GALA IS OPEN ~ !

Seen the sign? It’s everywhere.

And every little corner, and every little street, strident and glistening and snow everywhere. Statue here, statue there – North, South, East, West – they do call it the Square. There’s word they’re war heroes, or troubled hallows, or nothing of the sort. That might be ice they’re sculpted in – or the sliver in some champagne glass, because giants drink too, and the City knows things. The City doesn’t tell.

But the tap those statues once or twice, and tap them strong, and tap them well, and they’ll whisper a secret. The little Elf army scuttling about has seen better days for wear (mostly Thursdays), but they’re only three feet tall, and the silver powder on their cheek’s both rigidly applied, and rented. Kick’em. They’re fluent in seven languages, you know. They have a degree. Naghladi’gjamarai got a Nobel nomination last year; no one knows. The human reporter didn’t look down to his knee when he was interviewing. Humans, so damned righteous.

Like the lights everywhere can never go out.

Like they’re the first ones here, dancing all too merry.

Like it’s their celebration.

Like it’s not all coming out of their City taxes.

Idiots.


[ooc: OK, kids, as per Jesse instructions: please title your comment + replies in such a way that you mention if they're directed at anyone in particular. Free-for-all ball, enjoy ~ ! ]

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Strange how Larsa had looked at almost nothing but her since leaving their apartment building, yet once again seeing her in the dress took his breath away. He had just opened his mouth to request a dance when she beat him to it.

Oh Penelo. Always so unorthodox. He would be offended if he wasn't quite busy marveling at her spirit.

"The very words in which I was searching for," he responded in a soft murmur, reaching out to take her hand carefully. She was still taller than him, of course, but not enough to make dancing too difficult.

"Do you think you might be able to handle following instead of leading?"

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"Following? I've never really tried before, but I think I can manage." What had seemed so unorthodox to him had seemed perfectly normal to her. She had tried to dance with him earlier but he'd seemed too preoccupied, but she had been determined to catch him this time around.

"Is that the suit you and Robin picked out? A tuxedo?" Tilting her head, she leaned back for just the briefest of moments to take it all in. "It surprised me, I'm so used to seeing you dressed in your other garb, but I like it. It looks good on you."

With one hand gingerly nestled within his own, she went about placing her free hand on his shoulder and then awaited his lead.