insertmeathere | beauty & the beast montage

beauty & the beast montage

One moment, your character was minding their own business, and the next? Perhaps they opened the wrong door, appeared out of nowhere, or maybe, in a decidedly rare occurrence, they were actually escorted. The choice is yours. Either way, they seem to have found themselves at a formal party.

Spread out before them is a large ballroom. The decorations look like something from a fairy tale; high ceilings supported by stone pillars, walls adorned with gold trimmings and white silk curtains, and a high balcony overlooking an ornate marble dance floor. To the far end, a special stage has been set up, where a small orchestra fills the room with classical waltzes. Overhead, a large crystal chandelier illuminates everything with droplets of rainbow light.

To the sides and on the balcony small clusters of people make leisurely conversation and sip champagne. Several busboys carrying silver trays can be seen taking and delivering drink orders, regardless of age. Several couples choose instead to dance; the most graceful tend towards the middle, while the more inexperienced do their best to stay in the places they will be the most unobtrusive.

Should your character choose to go outside, they will be met with clear, starlit skies, a cool breeze, and a lavish rose garden. Several small tables are set up, lit by candles, where waiters take orders for a full-course dinner. Some of course, choose instead to gather near the ever-present Cod Fountain. Several pieces of strange currency can be seen at the bottom of the fountain; it seems that it's a popular place to wish for happiness.

THE RULES:
-Your characters' clothing with be replaced with formal wear, though the degree of formality is entirely up to you.
-Don't go having epic duels and destroying the building and what have you.
-If you please, you can use NPCs, but you will have to write them yourself.
-Standard "DON'T BE DOUCHEBAGS TO OTHER PLAYERS" disclaimers apply.
-????
-PROFIT!
(stolen with so much love from

fountainofcod)

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Billy, much to his displeasure, has been relocated here and dressed in a simple gray and black suit. Even his glasses have been replaced to match, with thin silver-rimmed rectangles replacing the rounded plantglasses.

Much to his further displeasure, the woman at the punch bowl has dared him to ask someone to dance. He can manage the dancing, thankfully, but the asking? Plenty awkward.

He's scanning the crowd now, trying to prove that he's making an effort. And maybe, just maybe, going through with it.

Laurie is making a beeline for the wall after being shooed away by the same woman at the punch bowl. She's looking behind her every so often, knowing that she's getting a few eyes staring straight at her back, and she feels very self-conscious.

As she moves, hands grasping her gown's (http://www.simplydresses.com/_img/PRODUCTS/500/PromGirl-496583309.jpg) skirt so that she doesn't accidentally step on it with her red high-heels, which are now somewhat visible at the toes.

But the thing about constantly looking behind you...you aren't exactly looking forward. So it is quite natural that you might bump into someone, unaware.

Billy's not so sure that he's lucky that he can see what's coming. He's watching everyone dance when he notices a pretty girl looking slightly like a fish out of water. Like him. Waiting to see what she does, he doesn't have to wait long to realize that she's headed right for him. And she's not changing course.

How to catch her to avoid damaging that expensive dress? After a split second of thought, he lightly catches her waist with both hands. Don't worry, he'll let go the second she's ready.

"Hey, are you all right? Was someone following you?"

Laurie almost shrieks when she feels something grab her around the waist. For a minute she's about to lose brief control of her pheromones, and a slight tinge of fear will escape her...but then she looks down and realizes the thing holding her is a human, and the voice of the human is concerned - and the pheromone stops before it even begins.

"Umm...Yes."

She's blushing red. "N-no one is following me. I'm just..." she turns her head to the person. "The lady at the punch bowl was a kinda strict."

"Good," he sighs in relief, letting her go when he's sure she's steady.

When he hears about the person responsible, he smiles and shakes his head. "You're not the only one being troubled by her tonight. What did she do to you?"

"She told me that I couldn't have any punch until I asked someone to dance." She turns her head to give the punch bowl a brief look, before she turns back to Billy. Then down to her red high-heeled feet. "She said that I'm too shy."

Which Laurie feels is a definite truth.

Billy gives her a sympathetic look---been there, doing that. "Coincidentally, I'm sure, she told me the same thing. If you want some punch, uh, I'd be willing to..."

If she finishes the sentence it should count as both of them asking, right?

"Dance?" It comes out of Laurie's mouth before she can stop it. So she improvises. "Umm, I'm not really sure that I want any punch now, but..."

There are thousands of doubts in Laurie's head mashing with the looking-on-the-bright side. But then there's a voice that sounds remarkably like Sofia going, Dance, dance, dance!

"...alright." She puts her hand out, hoping that it's the correct way to accept a dance.

"Yes, dance. I accept." With a small smile, he takes her offered hand and walks beside her to the dance floor, where a new waltz is starting up.

"Have you waltzed before? I'm not the most experienced person here, but I believe I can handle the basics. The rhythm isn't as complex as I'd feared at first."

"I've danced before," Laurie says. "I'm not really good at it, though." She's not as coordinated and carefree in her movements as Sofia, but she does have knowledge of how to dance at least moderately well.

She puts out her hands, remembering that this is how to start a dance.

"I'm not either, so you're in good company. Or maybe equal company is the better word---it won't be good if we step on our toes, which I shall try my hardest not to do."

He smiles, trying to exude confidence, and takes one of her hands above her shoulder. Another hand gently rests on her waist, and friendly distance is maintained. He doesn't want to scare her again.

"Your other hand can rest on my shoulder. We'll start when we're ready."

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Laurie isn't so sure of herself, but she places her hand on Billy's shoulder, like he said to. She's sure that her face is as red as a Nebraskan tomato, one of his hands at her waist and her shoulder - though the friendly distance between them helps ease her nervousness.

"I'm OK."

"Good. This song's tempo is slow enough to ease into it, don't worry. Just follow me."

He hopes they don't make a mess of themselves. Gently guiding her hand to indicate the direction, he started moving his feet in a simple box pattern. They wouldn't add the turns yet.

"Would you prefer to talk, or do you need to concentrate?

"Talk," she says almost a little loudly. For her, talking will take her mind off the fact that she has practically no idea what she is doing, and how she is simply following along with what he is doing.

"Please." She moves her feet after his, looking down once to make sure she isn't stepping on his toes, and then back at him, smile a little weak, but surely there.

Billy nods, a shy smile on his face too. "All right, then we'll talk. Uh...so should we start with names, or do you prefer a mysterious strangers' dance?"

He's not exactly up and up on the fantasy dance tropes.

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"My name's Laurie," Laurie says, her smile a little wider, becoming a little more confident.

"Billy, pleased to meet you," he smiles back. "So...you never did tell me why you looked so worried earlier. Are you sure nothing was wrong?"

If he could do anything to help her worry less, he would. That was just the sort of person he was.

"Umm..." Laurie murmurs. "I'm not really what you'd consider normal." The dancing becomes a tad easier to follow. "Some people consider me kinda wierd."

Billy looks at her curiously, taking care to avoid stumbling. Hey, they're doing well!

"Weird in what way? Depending on the definition of 'normal' in play, we're all weird. And many of my friends tend to deviate from the human norm."

"Well..." She tries to not stumble in her steps as she works the words out of her mouth. "I'm a mutant."

He nods. "I think I've heard of other mutants living on the ship. Were your powers causing problems for you?"

There's no judgment in his voice, just concern. Goodness knows he's tripped over his own feet so many times while learning to be a hero.

"Yes," Laurie says, a little surprised - but in a good way - by his deameanor to what she has said. "My pheromones can change the moods of people around me, and it's...unhelpful."

Right there, she decides that Billy's really nice.

"I can see why that would be a problem," he notes, idly wondering if she'd affected him at all. If she had, apparently it wasn't too bad.

"I have another friend with powers that aren't quite the same, but similar. Whatever he feels affects me, and that influence can be used on others in a limited way. I've seen the volatile situation it creates, but if you build up a rapport with people it isn't so bad."

He's not running away. There's still a dance to finish, and he's finding that he enjoys her company. With a gentle tug and a smile as a warning, he spins them around.

Laurie feels briefly light-headed when Billy spins her, but then, right back to dancing, she has a brighter look to her smile. "I've been able to moderately control my pheromones thanks to being taught at Xaiver's. Ah, my old school."

"That's wonderful," Billy grins right back at her. Truthfully, he's beginning to feel fairly light as well. "I can't imagine navigating all of that without a guide. My friends and I had a mentor we visited instead of a school, but teaching myself would've been difficult. Powers are a tricky subject to write a book about."

Tonight, those worries are far from his mind. He's sure that the punch bowl woman would be delighted to know that he's having fun. Real, honest to goodness fun.

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