OPEN LOG

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

When; Friday, June 19th
Rating; Variable
Characters; OPEN
Summary; All you swinging hepcats, come and dance the blues away!
Log;

The Blue Light is it's typical hole in the wall self, except for the lights and the music, which are a little brighter and a little more upbeat, and the dance floor that's been cleared in the main room. But there are plenty of tables and chairs that have been pushed against the walls for when someone wants to take a break, and the bar is always available for anyone who may want a drink.

And Blue is passing through the crowds. Even though his staff is working tonight he seems to be doing every job; serving, bartending, playing, and even dancing a little and stopping to say hi to anyone who he may know.

He just hopes that everyone has a good time.

[ooc: Please leave a note if your thread is an open log or for whoever you want to log with!]

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Open thread

[missesthestars.livejournal.com]

She only means to stay a short while, introduce herself to her new staff, take a look around and leave. Truth be told, had she not told Blue she would make an appearance she wouldn't, not with Niko in the hospital, but Promise is not one to miss an arranged engagement.

And so she's here, mingling with the crowd and passing by the bar. With her long perfected party mask in place, no one can tell she desperately wants to be elsewhere.

[winewomenand]

Robin doesn't notice who it is immediately when he almost bumps shoulders with Promise, spinning gracefully away, gin martini in hand only barely shuffling as he avoids the collision that could have happened-- he was so busy watching the dance floor, keeping an eye out for anyone who appeared as if they were going home alone tonight.

When he recognizes her violet eyes in the dimly-lit Blue Light, Robin's pliant mouth forms an 'o' of surprise, pointed eyebrows climbing his face.

"Promise."

Open

[gouge-em-out.livejournal.com]

Kay sits, enjoying the music even though he can't dance. He is alone, but in a considerably good mood compared to his usual. From what he's heard, Jadis was gone and he hadn't heard anything about Lumi in a long time either. Maybe the deities realized that the only acceptable amount of snow queens is 'zero'.

His table is open for anyone who wants to drink.

Open

[winewomenand]

Something has caught Goodfellow's eyes, which are always watching, and this is that there is one person in the Blue Light who, frankly, hasn't been watching. He seems to be enjoying himself, but he hasn't been turning toward the dancers much, simply, it seemed, listening.

Making noise as he approaches-- normally his footsteps would be silent --the puck slides into a chair across from the other man and peers at his dark glasses.

"Are you blind, kid?"

Open, Pre- or Post-Competition

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Rosella has been looking forward to this evening for quite a while now. She loves to dance, and has enjoyed swing in particular ever since Blue introduced her to it, so her plan for the evening is to dance as much as possible, as long as possible. Swing is about having fun, after all.

Still, her endurance does have its limits, and that's how she finds herself at an open table, sipping a soda and tapping her toes along with the music. She'll catch her breath for a few minutes, she thinks to herself as her gaze flickers over the crowd, and then find a partner and make her way back to the dance floor once again.

Pre-competition

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue spots Rosella when she wanders in, and while normally he would have gone to say hello right away, today he needs to take his time. After he's finished serving the table he was working on and then cleaning up after a spill, he hurries to Rosella's side, nudging her slightly when he approaches the blond princess.

"I'm so glad you came," he says with a smile, and a root beer prepared in hand. He opens it with a careful twist of his hand and hands her the bottle. "Here, have this, first."

Open, Post-Competition

[banditfox.livejournal.com]

Kurama made it to the competition, as promised, and as promised, he didn't take part, but he did enjoy watching. He's in human guise tonight, dressed for the occasion in slacks and button-down shirt, the impression he gives one of a man much older than this body's twenty-one years, but one with the energy and sense of human to match his youthful features.

When Rosella is free for a moment, he steps in and offers his hand. "May I?"

Pre-Competition~

[had_not_lived]

Though at first he found the idea of a dance competition fairly intimidating, Neil isn't nervous now. He's been having fun dancing with Rosella, and win or lose he's sure he'll enjoy the evening.

He grins at Rosella, incapable of containing his excitement. Not that he's trying, really.

"Ready to show 'em all up?" he asks cheerfully. He's feeling pretty confident, caught up in the moment.

Open

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Tony poured drinks and set them on the bar as fast as he was able to keep up. The place was lively and Tony was glad because Blue deserved a packed house and all, but he was a little tired already and the night had barely started.

He didn't feel too bad though. A nap ealier and some aspirin had taken care of the headache and he managed to keep up with orders and even take some time to tap his feet to the music. But Tony was just glad to watch the dancers whirling out on the floor. He had no desire to join them. Just watching made him dizzy.

Open

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue pauses by the bar where Tony is serving drinks and smiles when he sees Tony so hard at work. It's funny, to think of Tony as a single man, as not the man who was his friend a year ago. Of the person that took him in when he was in pain. Or without Lee. But Tony is younger and he seems so happy, so Blue doesn't worry about it too much. But he does like to see how hard Tony works and so he stops and slips a tin of caffeine mints from his vest pocket.

"Here," he says, with a small smirk. "I think you're going to need this." Blue had, in his past, taken something a little harder, but only a couple of times. Caffeine mints were pretty easy, and they were the key to the success of an all nighter, as Blue found out when he used to have to work them back in Fabletown.

Open

[missesthestars.livejournal.com]

Promise saw one of the bartenders she hadn't met yet and gently eased her way over, flagging the young man down.

[winewomenand]

Tony was Robin's favorite bartender-- for a reason, of course. He always was fast on the draw, and, of course, it helped that he was always prepared for a booty call in either direction; this was a trait which Robin prized in a friend, not being a creature very familiar with platonic friendship.

This meant, of course, that it didn't take him long to find Tony, and the puck leaned against the bar with both hands flat on its surface, predatory smile with what seemed like far too many teeth broad on his pointed face.

"White Russian. Make it snappy. I'd ask for a white something else, but I'm unclear on your ethnicity."

open;

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

'Pleased' only begins to cover how Susan feels inside, not as a dance tutor but also as a party-goer. There was enough room for everyone to dance however they liked. Maybe she was musically bias. Swing is what these tunes called for. The contest hasn't begun yet, for now she sips soda in a glass with the help of a straw. That doesn't keep her from tapping her feet or swaying her mint green dress (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/67/9/AAAAAkkaSFkAAAAAAGebeA.jpg?v=1187990216000) from side to side.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

"Having fun?" a polite inquiry, but as invested as something more affectionate, Peter finishes meandering over to the Gentle, arms at his sides as he turns to stand next to her, surveying the night's attendants.

open; pre-competition

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

Billy's wearing a suit, surprisingly. It's the only formal thing he owns and also one of the few items of clothing that fits him properly, though somehow his posture makes it seem otherwise. He's awkward and a little nervous about being around so many people as Billy. The only other time he's been in the Blue Light was during the same curse as when he bought the suit--it's really not a natural atmosphere for him. He hopes there won't be any terribly awkward encounters tonight, especially not while Penny's around.

open; pre-competition

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

This is Penny's first time in the Blue Light as well as her first planned excursion with Billy. Poor Billy looks like he wants to hide inside his suit--a very snappy suit that didn't seem like the kind of thing that should live in Billy's closet--but at least he's here. Captain Hammer hadn't exactly been thrilled when she'd told him about her plans to go to the swing dance with Billy. Seriously, though? Penny can't imagine the hero swing dancing, especially in a place like the Blue Light. It isn't a bad place, but it really isn't his kind of place.

It's not Billy's kind of place either, come to think of it, but it was nice of him to humor her and agree to come.

Now that they're there, though, Penny can't decide what to do. Should they get a little dancing in while the dance floor's still nice and crowded? Would it be better to mill around and socialize? Billy's been in the City longer than Penny; he might have friends he wants to say hello to.

"See anyone you know?" she asks him, scoping out the crowd.

open; pre-competition

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

It isn't the first time Rosella has seen Billy in a suit, but she still finds it a tiny bit strange; she's so used to thinking of him in a white lab coat that anything else looks...well, not quite right somehow. But she's proud of him for trying to do the right thing, and eager to meet his friend Penny, so when she spots him, she heads right over.

"Billy!" she exclaims, smiling. He certainly looks much better as a human than as a frog. "I'm so glad to see you! Are you having fun?"

open | bells in spires of china white

[hundredth]

Compared to the usual quiet tinkling of glasses, the Blue Light feels much busier today than it is on most evenings, drawing Hong Mei away from the few reservations she has. Her cheeks hurt from smiling as she stands on her usual platform in a sequined, midnight blue dress and silver heels, singing to the music and perhaps keeping the beat a little more fervently than usual. There's a part of her that's tempted to dance, no matter how ridiculous the notion may be - she's had enough practice with Blue to perhaps escape unnoticed in a crowd, but in a competition? No way.

So she leans into her microphone, cupping it with one hand and twirling around on the platform, heels tapping in time to the beat.

If she's lucky, she thinks, maybe someone will steal her away for a few minutes or so. If not, she'll wait until it's time for a break and steal someone herself. She's never experienced this level of frivolity in Beijing - why not start now?

open | bells in spires of china white

[winewomenand]

Robin has just been put into a Mood by Tony Foster, a mood sparked because he didn't get his way, and so the smile that he offers up to Hong Mei as she finishes, one arm stretched up to the stage to gentlemanly and congenially help her off of it, is honest but crystalline, a ghost of the expression Robin typically wears on his face.

The other hand holds two glasses; cosmopolitans. One for her and one for him, each balanced with long stem clutched between long, wicked fingers, liquid inside undisturbed.

"Brava. You did well. As expected. Have a drink on Robin."

Open for whatever, whenever ♥ ♥

[had_not_lived]

For once in his life, Neil has been talked into doing something-- he's much more accustomed to being the one who convinces others, rather than the one convinced. It's all for the best, though. At first, he'd been daunted by the idea of dancing in a competition (since dancing isn't really his thing; and swing, though familiar, isn't quite his style,) but practice has helped his confidence-- and anyway, it's all in fun. Hard to be daunted by the prospect of a night out on the town with his friends.

So, he's hanging around in The Blue Light, chatting and dancing and having a grand time, keeping an eye out for people he knows.

open; sorta post-competition

[mumbled_truth]

Todd was lingering at the edge of the more populated area of the room for most of the night. He was close enough to watch the competition in full, but certainly wasn't going to subject himself to the more cramped areas of the crowd.

At least, until Neil and Rosella were up. He made sure he was closer for that; after all, the entire reason he was here was to cheer on his friends. Of course, it also made it easier to keep track of where they went when they left the dance floor, and meant that he could join them rather easily; which, of course, he did.

He approached from behind Neil, with a tiny, mischievous smile on his face. Rather than announcing his presence with words, he reached up and gave his friend's hair a thorough ruffling.

open; pre or post competition ][ in the star dust of a song

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

A dance is saved for both of his sisters, more than one even, depending on how much they want to partake in the festivity, but beyond that and the given of serving now and then--he does work here-- Peter has no commitments made for the night. Unlike other events--some of which he has attended and others that he has not--this one rather suits him. Though his posture keeps itself relaxed, his smile has a casual air about it, not attempting to be more personable than usual, but if it comes a bit more naturally to him tonight, then a combination of environment and company can be credited.

open; late late late][ in the star dust of a song

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue is tired, and happy, and it's snowing out, but the bar is quiet with the small exceptions of people who are cleaning, and filtering in and out. It's sort of peaceful, that.

He sees Peter and he nods, however. It's nice to see him. He wonders if he's been a good friend, but then he supposes he's been busy, or maybe that's an excuse.

Open, whenever

[mumbled_truth]

For most of the evening, Todd spends his time lingering around the edges of the room, leaning against the wall next to an unoccupied table. Progress he's made in the area aside, he's still decidedly shy, and is more than happy to meld into the background. In fact, he's doing his best to go completely unnoticed. He's only come for the sake of Neil and Rosella and, in all honesty, he feels more than a bit out of place.

Post-Competition~

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Todd's camouflage almost works, too, except for the fact that Rosella is determined to track down as many of her friends as possible, and she knows him well enough to check the walls before looking anywhere else. She's still elated from the excitement of the competition as she makes her way over to him, still stepping in time to the music even though she's no longer dancing.

When she reaches him, she flashes a brilliant grin. "There you are!"

open; whenever you please

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Penny takes a few moments away from Billy every now and then. She doesn't really want to, but being a helicopter-friend isn't cool. Plus, she doesn't want to make this feel too much like a date. Billy looks uncomfortable enough as it is; making the excursion more date-like might make his head explode.

She lingers by the bar, working up the nerve to talk to people who look vaguely familiar. For all of her apparent social graces, Penny isn't too comfortable approaching people without a petition or a worthy cause. What if she bothers someone who doesn't feel like talking to her? What if she starts babbling away at someone she thinks she's met, only to realize that she has them confused with someone else?

open; post-competition

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Now that the competition is over, Rosella finally has a moment to track down Billy's friend Penny. He'd pointed her out earlier in the evening, and Rosella somewhat remembered her, anyway, from the fairy-tale curse when she'd come to retrieve Billy the Frog Prince, but that hadn't really been an occasion for a proper introduction or chat.

When she spots Penny by the bar, she heads right over with a bright smile, weaving her way through the people until she's near enough to say hello without having to shout.

"Hello, you're Penny, aren't you? I'm Rosella, Billy's friend--we've spoken a bit before, but I don't think we've ever really been properly introduced."

Open, pre competition /dies I just saw the log

[princess-crow.livejournal.com]

Despite the increasing fear of Drosselmeyer's influence, Rue is looking forward this date, she likes to witness the love of dancing and art; a practice she thinks dead for most of the barbarian crowd who favors sweaty fights. Cue to her aesthetic preference warning before the competition, Rue appears dressing a red, satin dress (http://images.pinupgirlclothing.com/insets/red-satin-swing-dress.jpg) with her dark hair styled for the occasion.

I am a judge, she thinks hauntingly, I must set an example of how its done. She mingles inside, walking easily in spite of her red high heels, looking for the judge table where she should sit.