It’s the biggest event of the academic year — a celebration of light and warmth and spring and youth and (who knows?) romance, awaited all winter, longed for, laboriously prepared for, and now, at long last, here. The decorations are up, the food is ready, the musicians are practiced, rested, and in tune.
The ball lasts just a few hours in Musiverse time but might take all month to unfold in blog time. And before it begins, we hear, a very special event is scheduled to take place.
Now, in true RPG spirit, the rest is up to you…
I bounced into the ballroom, the skirt of my Renaissance-style gown streaming behind me. Then I stopped, realizing that there wasn’t anyone else there yet. This is what I get for being on time… I thought.
I stood in the middle of the room, self-conscious in my long, silky blue dress, trying desperately not to fiddle with my delicate blue rose earrings or my carefully arranged hair. I noticed groundhog enter and crossed to her, glad to see someone else there.
“Hi,” I called across the grand ballroom. “Nice dress.”
As requested, I’ve produced some music for the Ball. I’m afraid I didn’t get time to do anything radical, so it’s one of my old standards.
http://www.devilmusic.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/grimstock.mp3
Have fun, all! I’m off to London to play in a museum. As one does.
I arrive at the door in a striking tuxedo, peering nervously for anyone else. I begin to think It’s tomorrow isn’t it?, when a few strands of a lively melodyspring into the air. I’ll just take a peep inside.
*is wearing handsome new brown suit*
Only Groundhog & Alice are here *imaginary virtual pies, so not to ruin beautiful virtual dresses*. I’m going to go into kitchen to see if I can get the potato leek soup I requested! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
3- Not wild about the music, but it wil have to do! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
*sees Vendaval, feels embarassed he didnt wear a tux*! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Potato leek soup! I made some of that the other day. The recipe was enough to feed an army.
I could hear the music almost before I came in sight of the building. My dress had started out as a pattern from a halloween costume book, but the right fabric made it look designed for the occasion. Somewhat.
There were two other girls already there, and their gowns made my dress look, dare I say, rather silly. I sighed. Whatever. It’s not like I had time to go out and buy something anyway.
3- Lovely.
I wear a baby pink dress with no sleeves or straps, the skirt puffs up with frilly purple mesh underneath, that pokes out in an intentional lift. The skirt does not reach the knees. The fabric across the bodice is folded, creating an elongating effect. The bodice covers more of the left hip than it does the right, making the dress asymetrical, but balanced. I somehow hover over to Alice, feeling a bit dizzy in high heels as I have been sick for the past two months and was only revived last week.
”These decorations are pretty.”
I nod, awkwardly. “They are.”
(I always feel terribly self-conscious RPing in first person, and I have no idea why. Also, I just typed wnhhy. Clearly my current invalid state is affecting my typing rather a lot.)
Despite usually having nothing to do with MA due to frequent disappearances, I have managed to appear at the Ball. I have taken the occasion as an excuse to look decent, so I am wearing a long red dress and trying hard not to look like a complete fool. Looking around, I spy the food and make a beeline for it.
Wearing a tux, as requested, I walk into the ballroom. The first thing that strikes me is the size. The ballroom is huge! Tables on the sides are heaped with steaming food! Also, beautiful music is playing.
“What a grand ball…” I say aloud, “It seems like our planning paid off!”
I walk in after making sure in my flying saucer vehicle that my hair was in its perfect knot, as I had made sure earlier. I am tense, feeling I might not be on time. But then I spot that I am one of not-so-many people who came on-time-ish. As no one answered my question about CA time, I have no idea what time it is. Oh dear. Everyone is going to think I am a ninny.
*enters ballroom wearing tuxedo and top hat* “Aah, what a lovely ballroom! Lovely music, Paul! Lovely dresses, girls! And what lovely…” *spies food* *zips to table, leaving top hat spinning in the air*
I spy the shrimp dumplings and grab one greedily, eager to taste my own cooking. Luckily, they turned out perfectly!
2 – “Thanks!” I replied. “Yours looks great too.” I looked around and saw Vendaval, Logogeo, and Nora entering the ballroom. Logogeo had made a beeline for the kitchen, presumably to get first dibs on some food item. Vendaval was hovering near the doors. Nora, for reasons I couldn’t fathom, looked slightly embarrassed about her dress. “Nora!” I called. “I love your dress!” The room was filling rapidly. I turned around to see Penty in a long red dress that was reminiscent of her famous red scarf, heading for the food. Most of the boys were in tuxes, and most of them looked rather self-conscious. Except for Ã߀ƒ, that is. He had even worn a top hat. Which was flying through the air because he had ran towards the food. I deftly caught the hat, and followed him to the food table. Tapping him on the shoulder, I said “Lose something?”
((Oh, sorry for the doublepost, but am I still a teacher?))
((I’d say you are if you want to be. Muse Academy teachers may attend the ball, too, of course.))
15- “I’ll take that, thank you”. *goes back to eating*
I glide in gracefully, wearing my new green dress with my hair in a new cut.
“Hello, all! Care to dance, bookworm? I’m sure RtH won’t mind.”
*walks in* *goes over to the food*
“I would love to dance…”
I enter the ballroom in a long midnight blue dress and head over to where Penty is. ‘Why hullo’
20- “Try these sponge cakes, TMFA. They’re delicious.” *stuffs eclair into mouth*
“I hope RtH shows up for his wedding…”
21- “Lovely.” *takes waist* *dances*
23- *laugh* “I know, right? Just WATCh him not show up.”
“When will the Muses be arriving? I know Urania is coming…”
”I hope Mimi comes, but will Bo be able to attend?”
I attempt to find a seat as my dizzyness has only increased, but after being seated for less than ten minutes, and tasting Rasberry Marzipan Cream Puffs, I am feeling up to wung’s buttons. I therefore rise and walk over to the dancefloor, where I watch in amusement as MissSwann awaits her fiancé.
((17 – It’s actually not very relevant to this thread, since it’s a ball, not a class, but I figured I’d get an answer more quickly here.))
25 – “Oh, you know those Muses.” I replied. “No sense of time whatsoever. But I’m sure that they’ll show up eventually.
23 – I tapped Ã߀ƒ on the shoulder again. “Two things.” I said. “Firstly, you’re going to make yourself sick eating all that. Secondly, could you move over a bit so I can join in?”
15: “Really?” I asked Groundhog. “I made it myself–it came from a book of halloween costumes. Only reasonable thing I had this morning. Yours looks fabulous.” I made my way over to the refreshments table and munched on a lemon square. I thought I’d best get something while I could––IBCF looked capable of eating the entire table in minutes. The music was wonderful, none of that sappy-love-song stuff, but real music.
)
((Do you know how spiffy it would be if my school dances were even remotely like this?
*goes home and arrives in orange (yes, I know its odd) tux*
*sees TMFA near food goes over to talk* “Nice to see you, you’ve been missing from the Religion thread lately.”
23- What day is the wedding? I haven’t been paying attention! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
25- “We hope. did you see what koko was doing to her dress? Watch out for that guy. you don’t want to the one with the needle pie.”
“I hope Koko hasn’t messed up her dress too much…”
”I, for one, suggest that we postpone the wedding, to say, the twenty ninth, so that RtH will have plenty of time to consider attending his wedding.”
I glance meaningfully at any of the boys in the room, silently anouncing that I would like to dance while I can.
Having eaten my fill, I proceed to disappear in a large cloud of puce sparkles.
28 – “Oh, you too?” I asked. “I made mine myself as well. Frankly, I’m amazed that I finished it in time.”
I grabbed several apple pastries and put them on my plate. Didn’t want Ã߀ƒ getting all of those. I continued to stuff my face. There would be time for dancing later.
I laugh quietly at, or with, Pentinator. Suddenly I feel very faint and am forced to return to my more natural canine form in order to escape the faint. As gracefully as possible, I return to my room. ”Good night, everyone!”
*takes long strides into the room* “Hello everyone!!” I looked around nervously, this is my first ball. I always felt overdressed, even if everyone else were wearing the same thing, dresses or tuxedos. “When will I play my songs?” I saw the food and almost collided into the rice cake bowl. I looked at myself and sighed. I didn’t wear any earings or necklaces but I did get a hair cut. I looked for Alice and saw her with Groundhog. (I wish I had recorded my music before to play!)
“Your music would be nice now, Beatlesrocker.”
I walked in, wearing my formal Qurtvian naval uniform. “Sorry I’m late- I’m just getting over a mild bout of Skool.”
After sampling a puffin puff, which I found delicious, I walked over to Alice and Groundhog. Seeing the latter was stuffing her face with apple dumplings, I turned to Alice. “Care to dance?”
I spied IBCF by the food table, and wandered over. “Hi,” I said, biting into an eclair. “I like your hat.”
I heard POSOC’s voice behind me. “Care to dance?”
“Certainly,” I replied, having finished my eclair.
27- “Oh, I won’t get sick. I have an extremely high metabolism.” *scoots over*
39- “Why, thank you, Alice.” *tips hat* *continues gorging self with food*
I walk in, nervous and awkward in my uncomfortable tuxedo. I shyly sneak my way over to the food, grab some tea and eclairs and sit down at a table.
*sidles in* I am wearing a cream-colored dress with tiny rosettes and ribbons. In the old style, it is hideously ornate and and drags far below my ankles, sweeping the ballroom floor. Almost everyone is already present and I shudder, think inwardly, “That’s what tardiness does to you”! I make my way to the food table and catch sigh of IBCF and groundhog22 eating. I grin. Eating falls in the realm of things I know how to do profficiently. I grab a puffin ball and munch. Not bad. Or rather mostly harmless. Then I turn around and say to no one in particular, “Hello. Its like a dream come true, isn’t it.”
*dances past with Alice, snagging puffin puff* I’m inclined to agree, Hypatia. Good to see you, by the way. *glances at orchestra* Paul’s in good form tonight, isn’t he? An excellent song. I would like to suggest another: http://www.geocities.com/vienna/9349/pi.mid
It’s a pi tune- one of those that was mentioned in the April 2007 (I think) Muse article.
I walk out of the shadows where I’ve been lurking in the garden, convincing myself I like social events.
Did someone say they would care to dance with a boy? O dear, I’m late. Mrs. Vixen has left. I watch in amazement as Hypatia sweeps into the room in a grand and elaborate dress. “It is quite a sight indeed, with the decorations and the music.”
“Ooo, puffin puffs. I didn’t notice those.” *hurls puffin puffs into mouth* “Oh dear, looks like we’re all out of puffin puffs. Well, at least there’s still some–wait, where’d the apple pastries go? Oh, you took them all, groundhog? Well, then I’ll just take all the eclairs!” *wolfs down eclairs*
44-“Top of the line, the music is delightful!”
45- “Why hello, I only just arrived too!”
46- “Really IBCF, you’ll do yourself some harm,regardless of the strength of your metabolism. No human digestive organ can stand to that type if consumption.”
*sips lemonade*
“Don’t be a glutton, IBCF! This is a formal ball, not an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord!”
47- “I must not be a human, then!”
*chugs tea and lemonade*
“You dance beautifully, POSOC.”
The musicians finish their song and began to play the Pi tune.
“What a strange and lovely tune!”
I arrive fashionably late, sweeping in from the parking lot and almost forgetting to lock my car in my haste. My dark hair is twisted into an upswept bun, and I shiver slightly, pulling my red satin wrap tighter around my bare shoulders; I miss the protective feeling of my long locks swinging across them. Feeling slightly unsettled, or perhaps just nervous, I look up at the starry sky, take a deep breath, and enter.
44- Very Mysterious! I wonder what my music theory inclined friends would think of it.
46- Well, Helga Gunnarsdóttir would be happy. Freshly baked and sent by special boat! You could settle a question at least, was it fishy?
49- “Very well. Your digestive organs are not my concern.”
I see Nthanda the Laughter come in, fashionably late. “Hello,” I call and wave adamantly.
“Does anyone care to dance to this charming new melody?” I inquire tentatively.
52- Oh, it was fishy, but in a good way. I could be wrong, though, I ate them so fast.
I’m rather too busy in the kitchen at the moment to make an actual appearance, but I felt it should be pointed out that acts of gluttony are apt to be very distressing to wungs.
Welcome Nthanda!
54- Interesting. Don’t count on the Wungs carrying you to the infirmary though.
“Could I have this dance?” I respond reservedly to Hypatia
“My, Bookworm, where did you learn to dance? You are wonderful.” I stride over to the food table and snag a piece of Brie cheese.
“IBCF? Dance while I wait for Hawk?”
50- “Thank you, you’re quite good as well.”
I guess I’ll start now with In My Life
There are places i’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends i still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life i’ve loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When i think of love as something new
Though i know i’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know i’ll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you more
Though i know i’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know i’ll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you more
In my life i love you more
There, I have to go now until like 8:00, so one more song.
I was alone, I took a ride,
I didn’t know what I would find there
Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there
Ooh, then I suddenly see you,
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life
You didn’t run, you didn’t lie
You knew I wanted just to hold you
Had you gone, you knew in time, we’d meet again
For I had told you
Ooh, you were meant to be near me
Ooh, and I want you hear me
Say we’ll be together every day
Got to get you into my life
What can I do, what can I be,
When I’m with you I want to stay there
If I’m true I’ll never leave
And if I do I know the way there
Ooh, then I suddenly see you,
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life
Got to get you into my life
Got to get you into my life
I was alone, I took a ride,
I didn’t know what I would find there
Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there
Then suddenly I see you,
Did I tell you I need you
Every single day…
56- *blushes* I would be delighted…
I go and sit by Vixen while waiting for IBCF to reply to my request.
“Nice dress. Where on earth did you get it?
One nice thing about a virtual ball is that we know all the dances and can do them perfectly regardless of our actual terpsichorean abilities
I enter the ballroom nervously, it is my first May Day Ball after all, in a dark green gown; I always look good in earth tones….
62- *hushed voice* Don’t tell, but I can’t actually dance.
57- “Certainly, MissSwann.” *gets up*
Hello. I’m afraid I’ve come late as I always tend to do. I’m wearing my pink dress with just the front of my hair back. Just this once, my hair has managed not to frizz up.
I enter the ballroom, glancing around. With tech and hockey and homework I haven’t had much time to post on the Blog lately, and while I see familiar faces I don’t know what’s been going on with everyone lately. Although I have put on a dress (sigh), my hair is down and I have no makeup on. Social gatherings are not really my thing, but since this is Muse, it’ll be sure to be much better.
I walk over to the refreshments table, taking a cup of lemonade. As I sip it, I glance around sneakily and stuff my high-heels under the tablecloth. The only good part about school dances is that everyone checks their shoes with their coats so no one has to wear them. My long skirt hides my bare feet, and they’re much more comfortable. I sigh in relief, and glance around to see if anyone noticed.
60- It’s my pleasure. Although I have no idea what time Pi is in.
After finishing dancing with MissSwann, I am feeling peckish and grab a Pelican Puff. Big Mistake!
68- *advances tentatively towards Vendaval* *extends hand*
))
((my, do I feel decorous!
I adjusted my belt, smoothed down my pants and prayed that my hair looked somewhat exceptable. With that, I entered the ballroom. It was already beginning to fill up.
Fashionably late, as always.
Immidiatly, I spotted the food table and rushed over to grab some of whatever that jiggly yellow stuff was. It looked tasty, at least.
68- (( Why don’t we waltz. 3.1415926535897 (please don’t compel me to go on) can easily be rounded down to 3, anyhow its close enough for me, if it’ll do for you.)) *prepares to waltz*
I see many more people have come. I yell out, “Hello there!”, in a way that it seems I am talking to someone particular, while I am really saying it to air.
71-How can your hair NOT look acceptable? This is the Musiverse, and a virtual Ball of Perfection.
I walk around for a while, then approach the food. I’m afraid I have forgotten what there is on the table…could someone fill me in? It all looks lovely though, even though I have no idea what it is.
Time for the next song! I looked around and opened , my mouth, “Those two songs were “In My Life” and “Got to Get You Into My Life” now for the special one which is “Your My Best Friend!”I tuned my guitar for the song and started singing, “Ooh you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me
It’s you you’re all I see
Ooo you make me live now honey
Ooo you make me live
Ooh you’re the best friend that I ever had
I’ve been with you such a long time
You’re my sunshine and I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
Oh you’re my best friend
Ooo you make me live
Ooh I’ve been wandering round
But I still come back to you
In rain or shine
You’ve stood by me, girl
I’m happy, happy at home
You’re my best friend
Ooo you make me live
Whenever this world is cruel to me
I got you to help me forgive
Ooo you make me live now honey
Ooo you make me live
You’re the first one
When things turn out bad
You know I’ll never be lonely
You’re my only one
And I love the things
I really love the things that you do
You’re my best friend
Ooo you make me live
I’m happy at home
You’re my best friend
Oh ya
Oh you’re my best friend
Ooo you make me live
You you’re my best friend”
I bowed and asked “Are there any requests?”
I looked around for I dancing partner, but everyone was occupied, just like every other dance I’ve been to…
72- *Clasps hand* Sounds good enough for me! *Begins to waltz*
*waltzes with MissSwann*
(73) Perfection, that is, except for Thor Thorsson’s mother’s puffin puffs. On the other hand, who knows? These may represent perfection for puffin puffs. Anyway, I already see a lot of little barely-bitten-into puffs tucked into out-of-the-way places, and I hope we don’t have any medical emergencies before the ball is over.
I go to a seat close to the music, one thing I can always count on to make me happy… Still there is no except Baylee to talk to and she’s singing… *sigh*
78- Are. You. Crazy? Well, of course, yeah, you’re a Muser, but… Mrs. Thorsson’s puffin puffs are scrumptious!
I’m glad somebody likes them. Helga Gunnarsdóttir certainly made a lot of them, didn’t she? There must be a whole rookery in there.
I love this ball…I am just kind of bored.
“Anyone for an Irish tap dancing contest?”
81- I’ll take the leftovers home to Hydropastrica if you want me to. They’re quite delicious.
83-
“I don’t think so, I don’t enjoy both contests and Irish dancing(sorry Irish people), but I wouldn’t mind just plain random dancing.”
*decides to dance alone until asked*
I got up and grinned, Irish Tap Dancing sounded fun. She went over to Adeia and said, “Do you like the Ball?”
(84- sorry I keep forgetting I’m talking in first person!)
Why can’t I see my post that i put up about a second ago?
24-“take waist” ?!?!?!?!?!
You’re a girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi guys…
I do apologize; I wanted to come, I really did. But, as usual, I never made it to the blog today. I wanted to at least post on this thread on the actual day, but I know that doesn’t make up for it.
It’s probably too late to dance or eat anything anyway.
MissSwann will never forgive me…
*Uncontrollable sobbing* Bye folks! I hope to see you soon. Sorry again for missing the ball, I’m sure it was fun.
*Weeps deeply into wing*
Red-tailed HAWK
89- Why are you so surprised that MissSwann is a girl?
88- is it number 85?
I took a strawberry while waiting for Adeia’s answer. I don’t eat meat, and the puffin puffs don’t look too promising anyway.
89- So?
You’re a lovely dancing partner, Hypatia.
93-*blushes lightly* Why thank you, Vendaval! You’re really a marvelous dancer too. I envy your grace on the dance floor. ((
))
(84) They’re colorful, at least — all that orange and yellow and black and red. POSOC, I think you’re supposed to pluck the feath– Oh, never mind.
(69) I don’t think pelicans live this far north, Bookworm. But if they did, no doubt the Icelanders would have found a way to eat them.
I somehow wanted to dance. An odd feeling I must say. But It seems everyone already has a partner.
90- “Cheer up, old chap! The ball’s not over yet- remember, MA time is a lot slower than real time, so it’ll continue throughout the month. And I wouldn’t worry about MissSwann- one doesn’t break an engagement over tardiness. Have a puffin puff?”
91-I’m not surprised, it’s just that girls dont take waists , they take shoulders.
I have arrived at the ball in my long, blue dress. Late, of course.
“Terribly sorry!” I say in apology to anybody around. “My Internet was down! I swear!”
98- Oh? I think it’s who leads, which is traditionally the males, but MissSwan isn’t very traditional. She was the one who proposed to RtH.
94- ‘Oh, thank you, but I’m only half of the team of course.” «
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100-trust me. I take dance.
100- *is flattered* Not only is your dancing fluid, but your ballroom banter is delightful!
I wave back to Hypatia and Vendaval, glad to be so quickly greeted. I kick off my shoes as well, leaving my dress swirling around my bare feet, and head to the food table, indulging only in a chocolate-covered strawberry, so as not to upset the wungs. Beatlesrockr’s music is fantastic, and I sway lightly, munching. I try very hard not to think of the mountains of homework waiting at home…but the music is overwhelming, and I soon forget and move to the dance floor, looking for someone to dance with…
Anyone up for a slam-dancing contest?
94, 100, 102-I thought to myself, If they don’t stop exchanging compliments that get more and more flattering, we’re going to have another wedding here soon…
I enter! Late, as usual. I am wearing my only dress, being the nerd I am. It is a purple summer dress, accented with a long purple necklace. I am not wearing matching shoes. After I eat the wonderful fondou that appeared out of nowhere on the food table, I wander out to the middle of the ballroom.
*works together with Beatlesrockr*
Blackbird singing in the dead of night…
Spread these broken wings so you can fly.
All your life…
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.
BGlackbird singing in the dead of night…
Take those sunken eyes and learn to see.
All your life…
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
And that’s all I know of that one. Beatlesrockr is so much better than me…
And with tat, I wandered around, looking for familiar faces.
My new comment isn’t showing up……….
Oh, now it is.
I am horribly late, I know. I couldn’t get on here earlier, and then I couldn’t find my dress.
“Blackbird! I love that song! We’re singing it in Choir.” *joins in*
((105 – I quite agree. How sweet!))
(Seeing as how we spent so much time on the dance lessons these past two weeks, it seems a shame to waste them. *hinthint*)
((This post is very disjointed.))
I’m going to take a short break. Back tomorrow (real time)/in slightly less than half an hour (MA time.)
106-I love that song, but its impossible to dance to it(almost).
would anyone care to dance?
105–I’ll bring out the organ.
Not that young love is a bad thing. Just so long as it doesn’t get cold feet like some people…*coughRTHcough*
Jk, of course.
Love the decorations and the food, it’s the best ball I’ve ever been to.
One of my friends isnt exactly a muser, but reads muse in my school library. Should she go on the blog?
I sipped lemonade from a long-stemmed glass as I chatted with Meow. “This certainly is grand,” I remarked. My eyes fell on an enormous tray of brightly colored, roundish object. “I think I’ll try a puffin puff.” Hesitantly I picked it up and raised it to my lips. It was too late to back out now, so I took a bite. I raised my right eyebrow, a trick I had been practicing for weeks. “Not bad,” I said, and ate the rest.
“Anyone care to dance”! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
(116) Let’s see, Adeia, NerdAPOI, Nthanda the Laugher, and oxlin have all expressed a desire to dance. It is generally more considered more chivalrous to ask someone by name, rather than issue a general invitation.
117-“I’ll dance with anyone of you!”
I finish my eclairs and tea and look around. Being too shy to ask anyone to dance, I refill my plate and sit back down.
The music began to play a song I knew well. I set down my lemonade and turned to Piggy. “Care to dance?”
I walked into the ball, looking a bit flustered and nearly tripping over my dress. “Sorry I’m late… I was reading and nearly forgot. But I’m here now!” I approached Logogeo96 and asked him if he would care to dance.
118- would you care for a dance, Bookworm?
122-“I would be honored.” *Begins to dance with Oxlin*
90- “Where HAVE you been??? The ball isn’t OVER… we’re getting married on the 23rd (i think). Care to dance and be the cute fiances we are?” *extends hand*
89- Well where am I supposed to grab? It takes a lot of force to pull him away from those Puffin Puffs…
Seeing my previous partner now dancing with Piggy, I turned to Adeia. “May I have this dance?”
125- Oh!
It’s so hard to tell when one dance stops and another begins. Sorry if I accidentally broke off the dance…
I realize that everyone has a partner, and walk to the food table once again. I sip lemonade, being careful not to spill, and nearly trip over a strange pair of shoes surreptitiously shoved beneath the table. I sigh and find a chair, hoping to avoid further mishap.
I walk around and thik that this situation is hopeless. I decide to sample the Puffin Puffs. They aren’t made of Puffins, are they?
((I feel stupid. NAPOI, are you a guy or a girl?))
I’m sorry for being so late. I was occupied with my homework much longer than expected.
I wander around the ballroom, feeling rather awkward. It’s my first ball.
I sit down in a chair near the food and watch people try the puffin puffs. Their faces are quite amusing.
((129- She’s a girl.))
130- “Really? I’ve taken a liking to these puffin puffs.” *stuffs whole bowl into mouth*
131- ((Yes, I am a girl)).
(I forgot to describe my dress. Its royal blue with turquoise (:lol:) around the edges of the sleeves, neckline, and hem. It has 3/4 length sleeves, and the neckline is kind of V-ish but wider and not very far down, and there is the same turquoise curved V-shape at the waistline. The end. )
((132 – Jeez! IBCF! How can you eat that much?!?!?))
I leave Beatlesrockr and go over to the food table. The puffin puffs are nearly all gone, thanks to IBCF. (I am not sorry to see them go.) I get a glass of lemonade and sit in a chair against the wall, watching the dancers out on the floor. All our planning paid off, I thought happily.
132 – “Before you eat them all, may I have one? I was late, and I don’t plan to miss out on what seems to be the most popular delicacy at this ball!”
128- Helga Gunnarsdóttir uses only the best, from the wild rookery near her home on that cliff. The exact ingredients are a closely guarded family secret, but I’ve heard the recipe also involves copious amounts of kelp and rare mosses.
132- Stop eating, pig. Leave some for ithers. This IS a FORMAL dance, and that means ETTIQUETTE.
(132) *sends messenger from kitchen* IBCF, a little more decorum, please! The wungs are in a tizzy again. We’re happy to see hearty eaters but even happier to see courtesy employed in the process.
I stand up from the chair and nibble on some strawberries.
I’m not in a particularly energetic mood today, but this music is cheering me up a bit.
“Hello Cat’s Meow, do you like the puffin puffs?”
138- “The wungs are in a tizzy”…
………………………………………………..
I like that!
*dashes over to Vendeval* “Great party! Have you seen Hawk anywhere?”
I scan the ballroom looking for someone to dance with or talk to.
(to Alice)-Your dress is beautiful. What shade of blue is that?
139 – “I’m not sure, to tell the truth! IBCF ate them all before I had a chance to try one! May I have one of those strawberries, please?”
I slip into the Ball quite late, glancing around nervously and hoping nobody notices me. I am wearing a light lilac layered dress with a simple ruffle on the bottom.
I slip over to the snack table. A few hors d’ouevres lay on the table, and I select a cracker with cheese and munch it down. Then I look around and try and look for someone to dance to, which is rather hard due to the very low amount of boys at Muse Academy compared to girls.
144 – “Hello there, Kiki! Don’t be ashamed to be late – I was as well! I must say, I do feel a bit sorry for the boys at Muse Academy, considering how many girls there are that wish to dance, compared to so many girls!”
*snatches IBCF by the hand* *drags over to Kiki the Great* *stuffs his hand into hers* “here, Kiki, I noticed you were late, so I found a partner for you. He’s a very good dancer.” *whispers* “If you throw up half-digested puffin puffs on her new shoes…”
(145) They don’t know what they’re missing. The dancing is going very well, and everyone looks magnificent!
By the way, although the puffin puffs have proved an unexpected hit, there are many other kinds of food here.
(To Piggy-) Why thank you, I believe the color is baby blue. I must say, that suit becomes you very well.
(((144- There are 9 boys and approximately twenty girls.
)))
Oh my… I don’t know what to eat! *snatches a cup of tea* Yum! Caffiene!
I guess I won’t dance. I think I found some good music my sister played on her cello. I just need to get it one here. I’ll probably send it in.
149- Good heavens, I believe I’ll have to manifest a couple of alter egos to meet the demand.
*Glides by*
149- My my! That’s quite a gender imbalance!
151- I play the cello. I’d like to know the title and composer if you have a chance, so I could try it out myself. I’m always looking for cool pieces to play.
I’d like to suggest the house Egils Mix if anyone is looking for a local drink.
Could I request a ragtime to which a foxtrot could be danced to?
149-((I hope I’m included in the boy’s list!))
“You are a great dancer, Oxlin!” *Waltzes*
(I wish I could have been here yesterday, but I was out of town)
I walk in unfashionably late (That’s just how I do things) and take a look around. Everyone who’s anyone is here already, so at least I won’t be lonely. There were way more girls then guys, which is always a plus for me. I saunter over to the food, because that’s where all the action seems to be happening.
(Oh yeah, someone needs to tell RtH that this isn’t just a one-day thing, I doubt he’s gonna come back otherwise)
Actually, it’s still fairly early in the evening, in blog time. Nobody is unfashionably late yet.
154- Yeah, where else would you be?
155- That makes ten to twenty. O-kay…
153- It’s Firedance, I forgot the composer. Her orchestra played it.
143-Of course *hands strawberry*
I walk around the perimeter of the dance floor a few times, and seeing that I do not know the dance going on, I decide to take a peek at the rooftop garden. It seems a bit early to be going outside already, but the weather is lovely, and the sun is just setting.
The garden smells of flowers, and the sky is streaked with bright pink. For a moment I admire the beauty, but I shudder at the thought of what may be hiding in anything pink.
I decide not to take any chances with the sunset and reenter the ballroom.
I see Beavo standing near the table and approach him. “Your hair looks quite tame tonight”
149–hey, just like my school dances
I swish my way over to The Guy Your Parents Told You To Dance With and take my parent’s advice. “Would you care for a dance?”
(sorry about the double post)
It’s by Soon Hee Newbold.
“I’d love to.” *begins to dance with Nthanda*
It’s okay Baylee, I just want someone to dance with ((Sorry I’ve been at school and on errends))
“Are there any not-yet-dancing “men” left?”
146- “It’s a bit too late for that. The puffin balls are now in my large intestine. But if you really want me to throw up on her shoes, then…
*eats a slice of Blue cheese, a bit of Petit Billy, a wedge of cheddar, a mouthful of Tomme, some Manchego, a bit of Brie, a handful of Pecorino, a hearty serving of Feta, a dash of Nicaraguan fried cheese, some old Jurassic cheese, some crumbly Camambert, a bit of Gorgonzola (I do like a bit of Gorgonzola!
), plenty of Fondue, a plateful of rarts, a piece of pie, a chunk of Chocolate, a mess of nuts, some Tiramisu, a plate of Cookies, Hors D’ouevres, shrimp and vegetable dumplings *yum*, several Scallion pancakes, a Spinach Pie, Morrocan olives, Kalamata olives, Yogurts of all sorts, Crackers (they go good with the gorgonzola), Italian Bread, Shish Kabobs, more Puffin Balls, Pickled cauliflower, unpickled cauliflower, a bowl of Rice, a fleet of Shrimp, Crab Rangoon, Scallion pancakes, Grapes, Blueberries (ack, sour!), Strawberries (ack, tart!), Oranges, Cherries *spits out pits*, and Raspberries*
*takes lactase enzyme tablets, as he is lactose intolerant* *drinks some Fanta, Water, Coke, Juice, Crush, Fruit Punch, Sprite, Milk, Choklit Milk, Egils mix, Lemonade, Tea, Milk foam, Eggnog, Red lentil soup, Escarole and white bean soup, Chili, Carrot-ginger soup, Tortellini chicken soup, Corn Chowder soup, Melon/Cucumber Gazpacho soup, Miso Fish Soup, Black Bean with Salsa soup, Chicken Noodle soup, Tomato soup, Split Pea soup, Egg Drop soup, and Potato leek soup*
*inhales Hummus, Salsa, Baba Ganoush, Ajvar, and Ranch dressing*
*quickly gobbles some Seitan, Tempeh, and Tofu*
147- Food? What food? *burp*
Ã߀ƒ, do you have any of those lactose intolerance pills left? I forgot to bring mine and I’d like to try the puffin puffs — but don’t know whether Thor Thorsson’s mother uses milk in her batter. So could I use a few of yours? I’ve got plenty back in Spector House I can give you in return.
162–you are an excellent dancer. Much better than the ones in ball room dancing class (you’d think if they were taking the class, they’d at least have *some* rhythm, but no). Can you handle swing?
165–Ã߀ƒ, I’m surprised you can still walk, let alone dance. Better tack on a pepto bismol to that lactase enzyme tablet…
158/161- Thankyee kindly.
*Has upset stomach from eating 22 bowls of potato leek soup*
*too shy to ask anyone to dance so starts eating puffin puffs*! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
*Also wonders why none have commented on orange tux*! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
“Thank you for the dance, Oxlin.” I bow and walk off to the table, where some food is hopefully available…
I walk disgustedly away from Logogeo96, as he is now rapidly devouring Puffin Puffs.
I walked towards the table and bumped into Bookworm. “Care to dance?”
*chatting with Rebecca, when the band strikes up “Midnight on the Water”*
“Oh, good, a waltz! What do you say, Lady B. — shall we show them how it’s done?”
I’d be delighted, Mr. Coontz.
*leans heron-headed walking stick against the wall*
*drapes red-satin-lined cape across the back of a chair*
*adjusts formal off-white velvet “pie cushion” on wrist*
Off we go, then!
Oh, and don’t you look elegant! What a magical ball this is turning out to be! Everyone looks so amazing, who’d think they were the same MuseBloggers we usually see in jeans and t-shirts. Although I’m not sure about that orange tux Logogeo96 is wearing. Interesting choice….
It’s daring but practical. You can see it a mile away — very good if you’re biking at night, assuming one would do that in a dinner jacket, which I suppose one wouldn’t. And assuming there were traffic to contend with, which, of course, here there isn’t.
You’re right, though. Everyone looks transfigured. And they’re dancing splendidly. You’d think Nthanda would have trouble with that train trailing behind her, but she’s managing amazingly well. You’d think she wore it every day.
Orange or chartreuse, the important thing is he made the effort, and I’m becoming rather fond of it as we speak. And, yes, there’s a real art to dancing with a train, not one I’ve mastered, I must admit. And doesn’t POSOC look grand in Qurtvian naval uniform? The Qurtvians do everything with such panache.
But oh, I do love a waltz. I can close my eyes and get lost in it. I always feel I’ve been transported into an old movie.
You’re in fine form yourself tonight. Your dress is spectacular. What era is it from?
Why, thank you. I guess you’d say mid-century Victorian, with some Mediaeval touches. I’ve always wanted to try doing my hair up in a snood. And, I admit, these sleeves are a bit impractical, but I love the way they trail.
173-179- are you both on your lunch hour?
Yes, the Pre-Raphaelite look never goes out of style.
Now, what a lot of people don’t understand about waltzing is that it’s not a series of steps — it’s a frame of mind. Once you’re in the “waltz zone,” anything you do is a waltz. I suggest that we start off conservatively, with small steps. Then, once the music revs up a little, we can start traveling and show off a little. Agreed?
That’s true about waltzing. It really is a zone. And you can always hum 1-2-3 in your head if you get lost. As long as you’re there for “one” you can always fudge the “two-three” — which I end up doing a lot trying to move these size 11 feet in time.
Oh, we almost bumped into TMFA. Did you catch what he said? He certainly looks debonair tonight, doesn’t he?
He said something about lunch. Speaking of which, those puffin puffs have been an unexpected hit, haven’t they? I’m afraid some of the students didn’t notice that you have to pluck them first, though. At least they knew not to eat the beaks.
(((There ought to be some of way of telling when a dance leaves off. Am I still dancing with Piggy? Or sitting at a small table nibbling crackers with Brie? There’s no way to tell, see.)))
((We’re in the middle of a waltz, which should last for at least two or three more hours of “blog time.” I’d say that you can be dancing if you want to be, or nibbling if you prefer.))
((Well, Piggy’s not here, so I guess I’ll sit.))
*dances by* *pauses a moment to nibble at a piece of Tomme* *resumes waltzing* “I’m afraid I’m simply exhausted. As much as I lothe to stop mid-dance, particularly with such an excellent partner, I can’t go on without a brief rest. Don’t take it amiss if I sit down momentarily.” *bows to Vendaval* *leaves off dancing* *sips tea* “Oh, hello, Alice” ((if you are in fact sitting, not dancing)), I say.
“Anyone for dancing?” I ask, thinking there must be someone by now…
190- “Certainly, Adeia- I’m not that familiar with the waltz, but as Robert said, it’s a zone, not a step, so I’m confident we’ll muddle through.”
170- “Why, what an… interesting, and bold, orange tux.
173-189- *coos* “My my, you two are quite adorable together!”
“Any takers for a waltz? RtH isn’t responding.”
(185) Who knows, maybe they’re better with the feathers. Who’d have thought they’d be a hit? Speaking of food, the wungs have really outdone themselves! Paul has such great cheese connections, too, I’ve never seen so many varieties. But some of the best things were brought by the MBers. I couldn’t resist sampling while I was in the kitchen. Bookworm’s shrimp and vegetable dumplings are amazing as are the Cuban sandwiches TGYPWYA brought (excuse me, TGYPTYTDW for the occasion, I believe). The macaroni sushi turned out much better than I would have expected.
*sneaks up to DJ room* *slides in Beatles #1 hits* *presses play*
WOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*”Love Me Do” blasts through the speakers for about five seconds, then stops*
Hm, sounds as if somebody tried to change the music. I’ll have to apologize to the band. They’re doing a fine job, don’t you think? Maybe we should remind the students that they’ll hear all sorts of music at the ball sooner or later.
*still waltzing and talking with Lady Bunniful*
I see Hypatia and Vendaval have finally taken a break. I wondered whether they were going to dance together all evening.
It’s so pleasant to dance with somebody almost as tall as I am. It’s a special feeling — matching centers of gravity, or something. Whoops! Sorry, Kiki! Careful! The only problem is that much-shorter people tend to sneak in under the radar…
“Ah, yes, the dangers of being short. Oh well. There still must be someone here who would like to dance with me!”
197- “You really shouldn’t be one to talk, Robert. You’ve been dancing with Lady Bunniful for a few hours, MA time. And have you seen RtH! anywhere?”
(197) Nice dodge, there. It’s fortunate we both have a good sense of balance. Yes, I’m always happy to dance, but it’s nice when I don’t have to worry about matching my steps to smaller strides.
The music arrangement is particularly striking. What a nice bit of fiddling!
I think I feel a twirl coming on. Get ready… NOW!
“Oh, hello, Hypatia. Tired already? You’ve only been dancing for about seven songs. Aren’t Robert and Lady B. wonderful?”
202 – “They certainly are amusing to watch!”
202- “Brilliant! And they’re indefatigable!”
I finished my cracker and stood up, surveying the ballroom. There were several people on the floor: Kiki and IBCF, Robert and Rebecca, POSOC and Adeia, among others. Still more people were crowded by the long banquet tables. I turned to Hypatia and Meow. “I’m going up to the rooftop garden. Either of you want to come?”
(201) Ooh, a double twirl at that. Ah, keep twirling as much as you like. I could twirl and twirl and twirl… ahem, sorry, getting carried away there. What is it about dizziness that is so appealing?
205 – “That sounds lovely! It’s crowded in here, and I think I’d like a little fresh air.” I stand up, and smooth out my dress a little as I select one last cracker to hold me over until my return to the banquet tables.
205-“I would love to, a breath of fresh air would do me wonders.”
((marvelously speedy moderation! Thanks!)) I stand up and make some feeble attempt to disentangle the myriad ribbons on my dress which have gotten caught in its rosettes.
(206) I think you broke some laws of physics with that twirl. What fun! I’m glad that our experiences with near-bunnification didn’t leave us allergic to 3/4 time.
Wait, the tune is changing. What’s this? “You Fill Up My Senses”? Oh, wung buttons. That’s Robert repellent. Well, it’s still a waltz.
((209 – Yes, it’s wonderful!
Unfortunately, though, I have to go to a soccer game now. Bye all, and, Hypatia and Alice, you’re welcome to “talk” with me even if I’m not technically here here, as long as what I “say” isn’t completely out of character. :P))
(((205, 207, 208) Sounds like time to create a Rooftop Garden thread.))
(210) Actually, it seems I’ve become addicted to waltzes ever since that unfortunate incident. Maybe my immune system is on the defensive.
Oddly enough, I sang “You Fill Up My Senses” in a friend’s wedding many years ago. At his request, I hasten to add. It does harmonize nicely. And this Celtic interpretation the band is playing certainly gives it a twist. Perhaps it won’t be too painful for you.
I did like the pennywhistle duet.
I’m not sure even John Denver would recognize it.
It’s slowing now…ending…over. That was delightful. Thank you very much, Lady B.
*bows*
My favourite waltz is the second movement of Tchaikovsky’s 6th symphony. It’s sweeping, gracious, the melody is beautiful – except it’s in 5/4 time, and you can’t dance to it without falling over.
Phew! Thank you, Adeia. I’m going to the rooftop garden for a moment.
*sinks into a curtsey on the last beat of the twirl*
The pleasure was mine, Mr. C.; thank you for the honor.
What a flamablamablous idea of the MBers to organize this event! As I’ve heard some of them say, this must be the best ball ever.
*goes to the front of the hall to make an announcement*
“The band is taking a break now. Please feel free to mingle, visit the replenished refreshment tables, or explore the rooftop garden, as some of you have already started to do. When dancing resumes, there will be a rather different selection of music, as you’ll see. Meanwhile, we’ll open some windows to let some cool air into the room.”
It seems that many people have gone to the rooftop garden. I hope the sun is done setting so they don’t get harmed by over exposure to hot pink.
I wonder what music will be on next even though I don’t have anyone to dance with.
((Sorry for my absence; I just did my black belt test, you know.))
166- “Sure!” *gives pills*
167- “There’s no need, it’s digesting finely. But I will need make quite a few trips to the bathroom…”
*heads off to rooftop garden*
Thank you for the dance, TGYPTYTDW, it was lovely. Unfortunately, I have oodles of homework and I am afraid I may have to drop out for a bit and tackle it…is it against the rules to bring homework up to the rooftop garden? It seems a lovely place to study, perhaps in a quiet corner balcony overlooking the…view, of whatever is around the building…maybe a lake, or another small garden?
IBCF! So you are my dance partner! Whee! Thank you, Cat’s Meow! *whisks IBCF off to the rooftop garden* Meet me there, mister!
224 – It was MissSwann, not me.
223- “No problem, I’ve got a bit of work to finish up, myself.” I head up to the garden, to work, greet friends, and check out the view.
Now, so many people are at the rooftop gardens. I haven’t even danced yet. So, the band left too? I guess time to put on some lively music! *goes into DJ’s box and puts on “Stayin Alive” “Eveyones gone now so there is still no one to dance with. I stayed in the room deciding if no one wants to dance, she will go to the gardens.
I exit the ball room to go to the garden/
*Thank you for the dance Miss Hypatia, it was charming.*
That has been exhausting though! I go and sit down with the assorted musers at the table. Sorry I haven’t been present for the recent flurry of dancing.
*Nibble cheese*
229- *materializes momentarily to say, “Nonsense, the pleasure was all mine. it isn’t often that one has the opportunity to dance with such an excellent dancer.” *
*is sitting at table*
“Hello Vendaval! Lovely evening for a ball isn’t it?”
((*slaps self for not coming on here more than once* Is KT still at the table?))
Tame? That’s a far shot from acceptable in my book, my friend. I smiled. So, any food reccomendations?
222 – Thanks, Ã߀ƒ. Now for some puffin puffs and then a peek at the roof garden.
232-The strawberries and other things in the chocolate fountain are delicious. I don’t eat meat, but I hear the puffin puffs are a huge hit.
Oh! It looks as if the band is setting up again!
((Bookworm has vanished, so I guess I’ll sit.))
*is sitting at table* “So, anyone want to dance? I’ve been suffering from severe lack of dancing.”
I’ll dance with you Kokonilly, if you don’t mind dancing with another girl.
*band begins playing Beatles and other oldies*
“Ahh, what the heck. I’m fine with that.” *gets up*
*goes to dance floor* *dances*
This is fun! I didn’t think I could dance, but I guess in the virtual world I can do pretty much anything.
*dances* *doesn’t trip*
It is fun! I’m not so clumsy in the virtual world!
You say you’re knitting, Karinnn Tayyy? That’s nice. I’ve always wanted to know how to knit, but I’ve never learned.
Hmmm? Whats that?
Oh, sitting you say! Ah, yes, I’m sitting too. And the weather is lovely. Just enough wind to make good time sailing (I didn’t walk here.) and refreshing on the rooftop, but not gusty.
*materializes* Did someone say sailing? I love to sail!
224- “Yes, I am quite the little matchmaker, aren’t I? You are quite adorable dancers, frankly.”
*dashes off the rooftop garden*
241- Why yes, I did! I love sailing too, I infact arrived via the good ship Indesmirchable, a small craft I travel in around Museica and the various lands. Not enough for ocean adventure for extended periods of time, but it gets me around. What type of boat do you sail? I remember tall masted ships…?
243- Oh yes, I have a little tallship, the Amphitrite. She was an exploring vessel, but her captain retired so she’s mine now. She’s a lovely thing.
*song ends* *returns to table*
“Hello Alice. Did you like the rooftop garden? I hope that pink sunset didn’t scare anyone too much.”
“Oh, the rooftop garden is lovely. I think I noticed a cloud shaped like a bunny. The light was making it pink.”
post 164?
*returns to table as well*
“I saw the rooftop garden. It was absolutely phenomenal!”
247- Well, if my dance with Hyaptia has ended, that means I’m free. *Would you care to dance?*
*returns from rooftop garden*
246 – “Aaah! Run away!”
I am confused as to who is dancing and who is not. Are any guys free? I haven’t danced at all yet.
249-“Why yes!”
250-“I, having just rematerialized after a brush with a wormhole, am free. Care to dance?”
251- *Begins to waltz*
Any guys? Man for Aeiou? I know you’re heeere…
*tries pretty much everything on the table*
“Strange, brocolli actually tastes good in the virtual world!”
*ponders*
“I wonder if I can breakdance in this tux.”
255- *looks at tux* Well, I don’t see why not as long as the floor is clean. When you’re done breakdancing would you like to dance with me?
Hmmm. “Care to dance, Beavo?” I timorously demand.
252 – “Of course!” *waltzes away with Piggy*
256- Competition! Well, you can dance first. I don’t mind gorging on virtual pastries for a bit before returning to the floor.
Hello, Hypatia. What shall we talk about while we are waiting for dances?
259-Why thank you! Oh, it seems that Beavo has wandered off to explore the rest of the food.
“Hello, how are you all? Would anyone care to dance?” I call out as I re-enter the ballroom.
I rise to my feet in response to TGYPTYTDW’s invitation. “Most certainly,” I replied.
((262 – I just noticed your name.
))
“I seem to be little late!” I call out to Beavo as I enter the room. I walk to the buffet and everyone turns and greets me. I sample the virtual cabbage, but i will not ask anyone for a dance yet, seeing as i have some work to attend to in real life. Be back after 4:45. I have homeschoolwork to attend, and then a martial arts class. Then I shall ask someone for a dance…. “Good by for now!” I cry to every one as is put myself on sleep mode….ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz…….
I walk down the staircase, my beautiful tuxedo stained by MissSwann’s grape juice. “Does anyone want to dance?”
*Starts to dance with Alice*
*Whispers to The Bookworm while dancing past him* “I’d try to do something about that stain, if I were you.”
“I don’t have time to get a new one, and nothing cleans grape juice. It looks like its here to stay. With anyone any luck, some people will still dance!”
“Did someone ask me to dance? Oh, I’m horribly sorry, I was attracted by the, uh, whatever this green squishy stuff is.
Well, I hope I don’t step on your toes too much, Karinnn. Which dance are we, em, dancing?”
(268) If you don’t mind trying an unconventional approach, the spit of Garden Wungs takes out just about anything. There’s probably one or two on the rooftop who could be coaxed into cooperating. Just be sure to wipe it off within a few minutes or the stain won’t be the only thing to fade.
Or you could dye the garment to match the stain. Grape is a pretty color.
*glances at Hypatia*
“Sorry, first come, first, eh, dance. I’ll dance with you next, though!”
*thinks its cool that he isn’t standing by the food table being depressed like most parties*
272-Quite understandable. If you have a free dance, however, i’d be delighted to dance with you.
“Stains (atleast not virtual ones) don’t bother me in the least, Bookworm. Care to dance?” I say, gaining confidence.
“Anyone care to dance?” I ask ((Trying take my mind off the very depressing Holocaust that I am doing a project on))
“Terribly sorry, Bookworm. Honestly, I do believe purple is an improvement to boring white. Although, it was rather funny
“
269- Thank you! Oh the next song is starting. Sounds like some good swing music!
*swings*
*does not step on Beavo’s feet*
Yay!
*keeps dancing*
274- “Certainly, Adeia.”
275-“I do believe I have missed something. MissSwann spilled grape juice on Bookworm? When?”
277- “Then let’s dance.”
I arrive fashionably late as the party is beginning to wind down.
I reply to the challenge of Punk Godess(104) and begin to organize new music.
The song ended. I thanked Piggy and went up to the Rooftop Garden.
I passed Bookworm. “Sorry about your suit, but I agree that grape is a better color than white.”
280- The party’s just beginning, my friend. This is in MA time, not real time.
((280 – Punk Goddess was kidding. At least, I hope so. I asked her about it at school, but got a confusing answer.))
“Anyone care to dance?”
thanks 283
I suppose ill dance piggy.
“I definitely except your offer to dance, Hypatia. Do I hear swing?” *Begins to Swing Dance* “I love swing!”
“I do apologize sincerely for being so late.” I said to nobody in particular as I entered the room in my long black and red dress.
((Note: You will never see me wearing a dress in real life. But the virtual world is different.))
“Would anybody like to dance with me?”
*does the twist*
*does the Charleston*
Hooray swing!
Hooray for virtual abilities to dance!
post 278?
“In the meantime, I am interested in why hpbs tend to pop up EVERYWHERE recently. Could someone explain?”
286- “Why, thank you, I am delighted.” I join Bookworm, in what I hope is a decorous, or atleast appropriate to swing, fashion. *starts to dance*
*dosn’t step on Karinn’s feet, which is a Very Good Thing and a Very Lucky Thing as well*
“Yay! That was wonderful! Dancing swing in the virtual world is so much funner than trying and crashing into the punch bowl in the real world!”
*music ends*
“Whoo! That was terrific. *panting* Had… lots… of fun…”
Who was next? I can’t keep track of trhse things.
((*these))
((Pardon teh double post…
274-We just finished WWII, and I was totally depressed for weeks because of the Holocaust. It’s severely sad, and it scares me that humans can think up such atrocities. I would have been dead, BTW, my mother was Jewish.))
“Why, Raven, ((sorry, you’re still Raven to me, La Mort)) that’s such a beautiful dress! Black and red… pretty much my favorite colors too. I’m sure Clarissa would be madly in love with it. By the way, I’d dance with you at the next ooprtunity I get. Even though I probably spelled that wrong b ecause I can’t see a word I’m typing. Or saying, rather. Whatever. This whole virtual thing is confusing. But fun, I must say. Anyway, I’m a little off topic, eh? Sorry.”
291-That was amazing! I need to go up to the garden for a breath of fresh air now.
*goes to garden*
I return from the garden and sit down. The music is lovely, and dancing would be nice.
289- Up on the Rooftop Garden.
*Dances with Hypatia: Charleston, Swingout, Lindy Turn, Lindy Circle*
289- He was meditating, and I found it in my heart to perk him up a bit. I happened to be carrying a champagne glass filled with sparkling grape juice.
GAPAs, should we invite Polly Shulman? I could e-mail her… I’m sure she would enjoy the romantic, Jane-Austen-esque happenings…
Good idea! Remember to tell her the URL:
https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1333
I return from the garden and find that the swing music is still playing.
I decide to try some more of the food, and find a seat near Sunrunner Bramblewood.
“How are you tonight?”
I got up and went to have a snack. “Ooh, mangoes!”
yay! *dashes off to email Pollyhymnia, or however the heck you spell it*
Mkay, I just sent the e-vite. Let’s hope she shows up! In the meantime, anyone care to dance? Vendeval, I’m pretty sure you’re male? (sorry if you’re not)
Ill dance Ms. Swan.
*dances and does not step on swans feet*
302- Unless I’m still dancing with Napoi, I’d be happy to oblige.
Good evening, dancers!
I’m a natural wallflower, so I’m going to stand by the dance floor and watch the beautiful gowns whirl by.
How graceful you all are.
Hello, Polly! Welcome to the ball.
Help yourself to refreshments. I don’t recommend the puffin puffs, though most of the people here seem to like them.
“Good evening, Pollyhymnia! I don’t believe we’ve ever met! I’m Kokonilly.”
305- Welcome! I highly recommend the puffin puffs.
By the way, I followed your recommendation on the Books and Reading thread last time you were here- the one about Naomi Novik’s books. I’ve enjoyed them very much so far- read the first and second in quick succession, looking for the third.
306- I think you must have introduced them thinking that they’d become infamous, but didn’t factor in the tendency of Musers to defy expectations…
What music’s playing now?
308 – “Hey Jude”. Are you dancing, POSOC? If not, care to dance?
309- Ah, Hey Jude, great song. Once I saw four guys in t-shirts, jeans, and suit jackets sing it wildly off key at a talent show while batting around an inflatable globe. (Then it hit the judges) Good times…
Since I’m pretty sure I’m not dancing with Alice anymore (That was 42 posts ago) does anyone care to dance? I promise I won’t pull out the inflatable globe.
309- I’m listening to that song right now!
Turquoise- Are you feeling better? You looked a little sick earlier. I hope you are well.
309- I was dancing with Adeia, but that dance is over now, so I’d be happy to.
*gasps* “I adore this song!” *twirls â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’ around, dipping myself romantically while humming along*
305- “Good evening, and so glad you could attend! It is quite unneccessary to say I adored Enthusiasm, yet, I’ll say it anyway. And about those books you’re planning to write? I say you should do the one with Dusk Walker. It looks very interesting!”
“Hello Polly, If I may call you that. Do you have any book suggestions?”
305- “Hullo. How do you do?”
“I do TMFA. The Warriors series is good, no it’s great! Care to dance?”
I’d dance with you! How about the Square Dance? It is my state dance! I grab Adeia and start dancing. I randomly chat with her as I dance stating: “my alter ego in the virtual life, the one called earth, got chickens today! Keeps dancing, awaiting Adeia’s reply….
*Dances with Hypatia to “Hey Jude”*
“This is a lovely ball, is it not?”
Hey, Beatlesrockr, could you sing/write either I Saw Her Standing There or I Want to Hold Your Hand or Eight Days a Week, please? Thanks!!
((311 – Here at the ball? Or in real life? I posted on your website – I am sick.))
((I’m upstairs, but can I request For No One?))
“eragon, there are 19 states that have the square dance as there state dance! Which is yours? By the way my state dance is the polka.”
hey jude=not a marching song. sorry mr. j, but epic fail.
*continues happily spinning*
“Beavo! How nice to see you here!”
((Sorry, I’m tired Haven’t g ot much more to say))
(308) Oh, I don’t know, POSOC. If you were expecting a boatload of barely edible hors d’oeuvres, how would you entice Musers to eat them?
324- A boatload of hors d’oeuvres? Where?
You’ve already eaten most of them.
321- Connecticut.
325- *tuts* “Pig. The wungs are nearly working their wings off in the kitchens, and do you care?”
“I have a song request! Eleanor Rigby, please.”
I walk over to the food, relaxed, taking time to get a closer look at the decor. Upon reaching the food, I grab the first thing I see and pop it into my mouth while listening to the music.
328- “Aaaaaah, look at all the lonely people–“*is gagged*
“Care for another dance eragon?”
I smile at Karinnn Tayyy. “I’m fine, thank you. How are you? Having fun?”
“Hello Sunrunner Bramblewood, are you new here?”
((and where’s Karinnn Tayyy?))
304-“DON’T call me Napoi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NAPOI at the very least, though I prefer NerdAndProudOf It or NerdAPOI. BUT IT’S AN ABBREVIATION!!!!!!
*dancing with Bookworm*
“And how have you been recently?”
“Very good, thank you. I have been having a great time at the ball! However, I have a lot of homework, which is not good! How are you?”
332-I’m having a delightful time! The music is wonderful, don’t you think?
“While everyone’s requesting songs, I might as well request one of my personal favorites: “Whatsername”, by Green Day.”
“TGYPTYTDW, do you want to dance?”
339- “Of course, why wouldn’t I?” *starts to dance with Beatlesrockr*
“Of course, Adeia. I would love to…” Sweeps Adeia on to the floor as the band plays Suite: Judy Blue Eyes and dances the Quickstep. “So, I have never seen you on the museblog. are you new, or did you have a different name?”I say to Adeia. “My laptop is highlighting your name as ‘incorrect spelling’ What is your state dance?”
330- You don’t like that song? I love that song.
341- Are you a relative to Cliff Eagle? And will you dance with me when you’re done with Adeia?
I’m sorry, POSOC. I haven’t been on for a while. *curtsies and stumbles* Care to dance?
340- I smile. “Why thank you. You are a very good dancer!”
“I’m doing rather well, my dear Raven, thanks. How about you? Having fun? I wonder when they’ll start playing the MCR….”
((MCR IS AMAZING))
341-Yes, uh, I think my dance may have ended, and if Adeia posts again I will have to go back to her then back to you. But yes, I will dance! Beatlesrockr, can you do any song you want for us, please? Oh, nope I am not related to Cliff Eagle. Not that I am aware of. Unless he is my second cousin twice removed, but I don’t really know… Beatlesrocker do you know REM It’s the End of the World As We Know It? MissSwann, I Would be delighted to dance…oh, enough with the elegance, lets GO! *starts dancing a fast, modern dance like Mario Lopez did on Dancing With the Stars. The band begins the song. ‘eye of a hurricane listen to yourself churn world serve your own needs don’t misserve your own needs, feed it of an aux speak….’ And i pull MissSwann on to the dance floor.
“I’d love to dance, Kokonilly, but I just saw Paul Baker heading for the rooftop with a three-stage rocket under his arm. Be back in a moment.”
“As I said my state dance is the Polka, I’m from PA and no I am not new if you consider 3 months is normally when people aren’t new anymore.”
345- “I’m having a ton of fun right now. I haven’t heard much MCR. I tend to listen to Fall Out Boy more. I wonder if we can request that a certain song be played?”
337- Yes, it is. I wonder if they’ll play Beethoven if I ask…
334- Oh dear! I’m sorry. I thought that the abbreviation looked too harsh, so I made it look more “name” like. I won’t do it again.
346- Excellent. The elagance was tiring me. *modern dances*
Would anyone like to dance?
((345- MCR rocks!))
340- I smile back. “Thanks, you are too!”
((Wow, I am coming in late aren’t I? Sorry!))
I slowly walk into the ballroom, trying not to fidget. I mouth the word “late”, and shrink against the walls. The purple skirt of my pale dress twirls a little.
I don’t really want to dance with anyone, I’m just here for the music and fun…
345 – ((MCR YES!!))
I don’t know why everyone is so shy. These are your classmates, people you’ve pied and been pied by hundreds of times. Winter is over, the semester is drawing to a close, the music is brilliant, there’s plenty of food, and everybody is dressed to the nines and looks wonderful. Relax and enjoy yourself!
*Modern Dances with Hypatia, if she’s still here!*
356- It’s different when you’re dancing. Everything becomes so much more formal.
“Tralala, tralala, tralala…” I say, revolving slowly in the middle of the dance floor by myself with my eyes closed.
We’re gonna dance this town, dance it inside out…. We’re gonna dance this town, make em’ scream and shoooouutt, we’re gonna dance and bop we’re gonna dance till we drop we’re gonna dance this place aparrrrrrrtttt!!! *yeah…..* Keeps dancing with MissSwann then starts break dancing in a tux, and a button pops off and hits Beavo in the eye. “Sorry!” I yell as I conjure a needle and thread out of midair and sew a button on.
((MCR as in My Chemical Romance? I’m not a huge fan of them…… I’m in the mood for, maybe like, New Soul? Or one with a good beat like Calabria? Or Five For Fighting. But we can play MCR if you guys like))
357-*modern dances with Bookworm* “You’re a superb dancer.”
((I’ve never heard a song by My Chem that you can dance to, except maybe “Ghost of You”, “Cancer”, or “Disenchanted”. Maybe some FOB or Blink182 if we’re gonna play something along those lines))
I leave the table and walk around the room. Someone is playing a slow song on the piano, but I do not recognize it yet. I stand along the wall looking for someone to dance with.
((349-Go onto iTunes RIGHT NOW and listen to Disenchanted.
354-Yes, yes it does.))
“Hey, cool! Buttons hitting you in the eye don’t hurt in virtual world!
Uh, anyway, Disenchanted is like, my SONG, I’d love to dance to it. And heck, we could just jump up and down and bop our heads to Teenagers or something. But I Miss You by Blink-182 or pretty much anything FOB would world as well. And now I can’t see anything I’m
typingsaying, so I’m gonna shut up.”((*work, not world))
I recognized the first few notes of “Show Me tha Money” by Petey Pablo, and grinned.
“This is the BEST song to breakdance to!” *rushes over to the dance floor and begins* “Who’d like to join me?”
365- Teenagers is the best song to, uh, “jump up and down and bop our heads” ever! And I love Disenchanted, too, but House of Wolves is MY song.
365- ((ABSOLUTELY agree! Teenagers rocks. As does MCR. *all hail the Black Parade*))
*laughs at eragon* I say, I’ve never seen anyone break dance in a tux before! Except for that Gary Larson cartoon with George Washington…
365 – ((yesyesyes))
I stretch. “They should play some Cobra Starship…that’s the only dancey music I like.” I smirk.
362-“I’ve have seven years of practice, so I hope I’m okay by now!”
370- Seven years??? That’s a long time. I’ve been playing piano for six years…
“Hm.” *sits down and waits for POSOC while quietly eating a mango*
368- Thank you, missswann. Dang, buttons don’t hurt in virtual? I mean, uh, are you okay? BUTTON PIE OF DOOM! YARRRRGHHH!!
Who is Argolath? Did she, by any chance, mean ERAGON!!!???
Button Pie Thing of DOOM (D O O M: Death Oppresive Operating
/\/\/\/\/\ /__Behold the Button Pie
Mechanisim
/\/\/\/\/\
\ oooooooooooooo / \ ‘O DOOM
\________________/
DoubPost, sorry. Awesome MUSE-ic, PB&J!!!
370/371-Wow. I’ve only been playing for a few months.
I sit down with The Bookworn and Misswann, and continue to talk. I forget that I had an intention to dance just minutes ago.
375- My mother started me playing when I was five, so now I’m in suzuki book 4. I’m rather proud of myself.
I played the piano for 3.5 years. Then I quit.
Finally, the first few notes of Teenagers play. I see Kari starting to smile, and TGYPTYTDW looked up from his chocolate covered strawberry. I stood up, waiting for fellow MCR fans to join me in head bopping, hoping there were more than just the three of us.
Ah… Teenagers? I look bemusedly at Beavo’s head-bopping.
I hear a slow song start to play, and I make my way to the dance floor. Arms outstretched, I waltz with my imaginary partner.
75-Umm… I think you made an error… I’ve been taking ballet for 7 years, I’ve only been taking piano for 3 years. It’s cool that you’re playing too!
378- *joins in the head bopping*
“This is the one MCR song I’ve heard.”
Teenagers! Heck yeah! *throws aside strawberry I didn’t know I was eating and starts air-guitaring to Ray Toro’s awesome solo*
((Come up to the Rooftop Garden! There’s a mysterious Thing up there, and we need help getting rid of it! Don’t ask…Paul Baker went insane…but we need help!))
((Mysterious thing? Paul Baker is Insane? Mysterious-Paul-Baker-Thing is insane? No thanks, I’ll stick with Teenagers))
((If this is a double post, I apologize. If it isn’t, please delete this part, GAPAs!))
Through the bopping, I directed a sentance toward La Mort:
You *bop* poor, *bop* poor *bop* child *bop*. Hast thou *bop* no *bop* i *bop* Tunes *bop*? You *bop* MUST *bop* look *bop* them *bop* up *bop*.
((Really, La Mort, you should. TThey’re one of the only bands that hasent gone poser. Even through being famous.))
((Now it’s a double post.))
I hear a commotion above me, just as Teenagers ends and a waltz begins. I begin to head upstairs.
I have never heard of the band Teenagers
I hurried up the stairs.
388- The band is My Chemical Romance, the song is Teenagers.
((Sorry about the double post))
Now that Teenagers is over, I decide to head up to the Garden to see what the whole Thing-affair really is.