Muse Academy’s big spring event, continued from Part 1.
The Organizing Committee thread contains useful reference information, such as a menu of hors d’oeuvres and pictures of some of the gowns students are wearing.
If you need a break from the music and dancing, you can skip upstairs to the rooftop garden.
*Slowly and cautiously steps down off last step leading into ball*
*skulks over to food table* *Munches a little food to regain strength after long flight*
Mmm, crackers and cheese! Salsa! Hommus!
Yummy!
*Gasp* Nobody even noticed my entering the room. I wonder where MissSwann is…
Red-tailed HAWK
I’ve been making such scanty appearances: few and far between. Perhaps now, I can come and properly enjoy the delights of the ballroom. *saunters in* *searches for possible dancing partners* *issues general invitation to dance* *awaits answer*
“Hello RtH. How are you? The food is simply delightful, no? Care to dance? I’m sure MissSwann won’t mind particularly.”
1- *gasp* “Where HAVE you been, young man??? You simply MUST dance with me! The wedding is in 6 days! You’re ever so late!!!”
4-“Fine, fine, I won’t take your man!” ; )
“Hi Hypatia, want to dance?”
*blushes* “I would be delighted!”
5- THANK you. You may borrow him when I’m done, though.
Why hello! A other thread? Tut, tut…
8-“Borrow?”
*snickers*
10- Yes, borrow.
11-BWAHAhahahahaha!
*returns to ball after long absense in brigt/lush green tuxedo* *Is tired from two lacrosse games and one baseball game* *goes to rooftop garden* ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I wander over to the food table, and absentmindedly pick up a vegetable appetizer.
I sit at the table listening for a song I know. I hope they will play some Kimya Dawson songs soon.
I grinned. “You may have a little trouble though, Hypatia, I’m not the greatest dancer.”
“Such modesty. I’m sure you’re marvelous,” I say, smiling broadly. I extend my hand. “Shall we saunter onto the floor, then? “
I walk over to enjoy an eclair. I decide to have a conversation with Sunrunner Bramblewood.
“Hard to believe that only a little while ago, many did not even know what an eclair was!”
*takes eclair and nibbles delicately* Mmmmmm, excellent. The wungs have my compliments.
I decide to leave to the rooftop garden.
I have the ability to be at the ball and the rooftop garden at the same time, somehow.
((21- Odd. Do you have clones?))
I return from the garden and look around for someone to dance with.
-17 “Sure,”
I see TGYPTYTDW wandering around the room, and I walk up to him. “Would you like to dance?” I ask.
Taking ZVX’s hand, I saunter onto the floor. “I’ve heard you’re closesly involved in the bunny resistance. How are things for you ?” I say in a somewhat feeble attempt to make conversation.
“Ah, yes,” I said, continuing the coversation. “The bunnies are currently in the shady side of identification. did you hear about the black bunny fiasco?”
“I caught one or two words on the side, but nothing particularly explicit. I’d love to hear it from a primary source!” I say cheerfully.
“Of course!” I say to Karinnn and join her for a dance.
I enter the ball and wanders around…
“Why does nobody comment on my brightly colored tuxedos” I asked, still wearing the bright /lush green one.
*grabs handful of puffins from food table and starts stuffing himself, rather hunbry after being asleep for two days*! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
“Yeah…well the black bunny managed to get into groundhog’s tunnels–anyway, it almost killed me, Kittymine, Pillsbury Doughgirl, Groundhog, IBCF, and Turquoise, too.” I laughed slightly, “But it didn’t, so what’s the problem?”
“Don’t forget what that %^&$ did to me!” I add as Karinnn and I dance past ZVX and Hypatia. “%&$# black bunny. He’s almost as bad as William.”
“Oh yes, sorry for forgetting you, TGYPWYA. he took a shuriken to the chest, presumably by the bunny.”
21- ((I’m not really sure. I just… do.))
30- “My my my, what a brightly coloured tuxedo! Would you care to dance?” *extends hand questioningly*
34- Thank you! Why sure I will dance with you! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
35- “The pleasure is mine.” *takes hand and begins to waltz* “Is this Brahms? Or Beethoven?” *listens more closely* “Beethoven.”
A few questions about the wedding. When will it take place? Where? I assume everyone’s invited. Are we expected to bring gifts? Will the ceremony be Quaker/non-denominational/Muserly/other? Who’s officiating?
“Oh dear! That sounds a pinch unpleasant. By William, I take it you’re referring to nasty one that bosses all the little minions around? He seems like an unpleasant character,” I say laughingly.
Since I felt ignored, i exit the ball and goes to the Rooftop Garden.
“I’ll officiate! I’m registered to marry couples!”
-38 “To say ‘unpleasant character’ is an understatement, more like killer of all things would be a more accurate description.”
37- “The 23 of May, the MDB thread? (Unless the GAPAs put up a new thread?), everyone is invited, bring gifts if you would like, the ceremony will be… I don’t know, I’m Christian, so… a Christain ceremony? Bookworm can officiate.”
but HAWK’s quaker, so it seems like it would have to be a mix.
Has anyone here ever been to a Quaker wedding? They’re very pleasant, in a quiet way.
43- A Quakstian wedding? What would the ceremony be like? *researches Quaker weddings*
45- Quaker is a denomination of Christianity, so I think you’ll be able to work out the kinks fairly quickly.
41- “Well, bunnification is unpleasant,” I rebutt cheerfully, barely able to keep the laugh out of my voice. “And the other ones, his nasty fuschia minions, how are they?” I add.
*dances by snack table with ZVX in hand* *grabs an olive* *ingests* *notices Crazy Titan Nerd* “Hulloo!” I say cheerfully. “No need to stand on the sidelines! Come join the fun…” I am about to continue unperturbedly dancing and discussing the bunny apocalypse with ZVX when I notice Logogeo96 wearing a very very bright and…startling tuxedo. “Charming tux!” I call to him, grinning.
The traditional Quaker wedding is very simple: the couple stands up within the context of a regular Sunday meeting and says their vows to each other. No clergy involved.
A friend of mine likes to point out that she and her husband wrote their own vows when they were married more than 50 years ago. That was simply the way it was done. So she found it amusing a couple of decades later when writing one’s own vows became trendy and many people were outraged by the idea.
One of the nicest features of a Quaker ceremony is the wedding certificate. At the end everyone in the meeting house signs the certificate as witnesses, which provides the additional benefit that the couple always has a ready reference of who attended.
49- That would remove the necessity of someone to officiate, but it also requires the wedding to take place on Sunday. We’ll let the fiancés decide, hmm?
After recovering from a long and heavy bout of Homework, I return to the ball once more in my forest green dress.. ” Anyone for a dance?”
-47 “oh, the typical minions. evil, but not unintelligent. the Dragonbunnies are the worst.” I grinned and snagged a few more olives, not to mention a cracker.
“Dragonbunnies? Sound menacing…” I respond to ZVX. “Excuse my ignorance, but what are they?” ; )
As we spin around the ballroom, I notice Adeia. “Glad to see you’re back,” I say, smiling exuberantly!
“Nice to see you too Hypatia! Do you know if have any men asked for a dance?” I ask Hypatia…
55- “Care to dance?”
-53 “They’re flying bunnies that breathe fire an have a taste for human blood, not exactly pleasant, but that’s what they are.”
50- Yes, but I believe that Hawk isn’t really posting on MB too much lately. *grumble* I guess the wedding date could be transferred to… *checks calendar* Well, my birthday party is on the 25th… how about June 1st? And no one will officiate, then there can be a few little quirks that a Christian wedding has… *dahses off to get notebook*
57- ‘Well, none of the bunnies are ‘exactly pleasant’,” I chuckle as I dance.
“Delightful little critters,I’m sure,” I say teasingly to TGYPTYDW . “And how are the newest bunny-proof suits coming along. Or are they finished?” I add, adressing myself to my ZVX.
I return from the Rooftop Garden to find the party just as I left it, in full swing.
“Uh, who wants to dance?” I say to particularly no one, and head over to the food table again.
61- *snatches hand right before you reach the food* “dance with me!!!”
“I really don’t know. Groundhog was working on new kinds, but they haven’t been released yet. we need to get the lab to a safe place first, but from what I saw of the suits, they’re quite…technologically updated.”
63- ‘Technologically updated’ could mean anything.
-64 yes, it could. but the suits are now installed with Mp3 players set to play 3/4 time music, two blaster holsters, a case of eight grenades, completely fireproof, bombproof, bulletproof, laser proof,
=eek!
lighter, and equipped with kevlar casing on the outer parts.
65- Whoah. I want one.
Why only 3/4 time music?
-66 not ONLY 3/4 time music, you can download other stuff from iTunes, but that’s not the point. the fact is, bunnies can’t listen to 3/4 time. it messes with their brains, therefore allowing the MBer to gain the upper hand and blast the bunny.
:idea
I look around and head to the snack table, overhearing people talking about the new bunny proof suits. “Your going to need much more than that to penetrate the scales of those bunnies. I heard the suits were equipped with sunglasses. Is that right?” She said to ZVX. I look surprised. “3/4 time music messes up their tiny heads? Wow. Good thinking. I wonder who tried that out on them, I feel very sorry for the person who had to go looking for HPBs,” The new suits sounded very promising. She looked around and grabbed a cup and filled it with orange juice.
-68 “Oh, if you were wondering, it was me, Kittymine, and TGYTYTDW tried it on William and his army in a tunnel that was 5 feet wide.”
69-“Wow,”
I look at the dance floor. Not many people were dancing. Nobody had played a rock song yet. I wonder if I should put on “Welcome to the Jungle” but decides against it.
-70 no, put on “Dirty deeds”…or not.
Would anybody like to dance? Anyone?
67- Ah, I see. Why can’t they? Is it a freakish disorder?
*saunters over to sunrunner* “Enjoying the party? I’d avoid the punch; IBCF spiked it with Essence of Bunny.”
I jerk forward as MissSwann grabs my hand.
“Okay, okay, please don’t yank my arm off! I can’t dance that great with both arms, and I’ll probably kill you with one. What song are we dancing to?”
“You guys are dancing to ‘Clocks’ by Coldplay,” saunters off to the dj room and slips in cd.
“Lights go out and I can’t be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead
Singin’, come out if things aren’t said
Shoot an apple off my head
And a, trouble that can’t be named
Tigers waitin’ to be tamed
Singing, yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Yoooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna, come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know
Singin’, come out upon my seas
Curse missed opportunities
Am I, a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease
Singin’, yoooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Oh nothing else compares
Oh nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go”
-73 yes, their little brain circuits go haywire.
56 – “Yes I’d love to!” * Dances with POSOC *
Oops, the 23rd has past, did I miss the wedding?! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
78- As far as I know, it hasn’t happened yet. RtH and MS haven’t been on much the past few days.
I get up, and look about the room. “Does anyone care to dance?”
Red-tailed HAWK
((78-It’s been moved to the first of June!))
78- No, I believe MissSwann kicked it back to the 1st since RtH hasn’t shown up lately. Of course, here he is. (80)
I poke my head into the dj room. “Hey Beatlesrockr, wanna play this?” I ask as I toss her a CD. “It’s “Your Guardian Angel” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.”
I watch the other MBers dance, but I’m feeling tired.
I go to the rooftop garden for a break.
80- *pulls gently away from a wildly dancing Beavo* *sticks Sunrunner into his flailing arms* “I’ll dance!”
82- “Yes, that’s right. Also, Hawk is a Quaker, so the wedding needs to be on a Sunday.”
“Hmmm…the wedding got bumped to June 1st?” I said to Hypatia. “Well it makews sense as RtH hasn’t been on for a while.”
I am going to KILL t/MFA!!!!!!!!!!!!! im going to call him tmfa now-with no respect. because of his absentmindedness, i know what will happen in the next percy jackson book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wildly dancing? After that fiasco with the Thing, I don’t think I’d be wildly dancing. If you count trying not to fall down from exaustion wild, though, go right ahead.
“Uh, hello, Sunrunner. It seems we’ve been stuck together. Care to dance?”
84-Yay! *Suddenly magically knows how to dance beautifully*
I know this is kind of late notice, but could we still have the wedding tonight? It’s Sunday, and I won’t be here next Sunday.
Red-tailed HAWK
88 – Only if MissSwann comes soon.
-88 “You’re back, RtH!
I don’t know how many ppl will be on the blog at that time…
“Anyone to dance?”
91-“I would love to.”
88- *dances like the adorable virtual fiances we are* “I guess the wedding could be moved to tonight… GAPAs?”
I arrived with a bang as I slid down the stairs from the roof. “Ow.”
-93 Tonight’s mo0nday though….
Getting everybody on at the same time is going to be a struggle no matter WHEN you hold the wedding.
96- I agree. I think it’s best to leave it where it is and hope for the best.
“Anyone want to dance?”
(93) The GAPAs, as always, are bemusedly in attendance.
-97 I definitely agree with you, TGYPWYA.
I start to dance with Life Is Purple. Starting slowly, then spinning faster and faster and faster around the ballroom. The party goes on, even when it’s late!
I stood up slowly. “I think I’ll sit over there until someone asks me to dance.” I walked to the chairs. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow…”
“I’ve never been to a wedding before,” I respond tentatively to ZVX, adding, “Are they fun?” before launching into a whole stream of questions about what one is expected to give, wear, behave, eat… (
)
98- I was more asking on your Great And Powerful Administrator opinion, actually…
“You OK Kokonilly? What happened?”
I look around the room, once again, and see Kokonilly silently saying “Ow,” to herself. Adeia walked over to her. I walk over too. Her ankle seemed twisted in an unusual way.
“So when is the wedding?” I ask, hoping Bookworm will finally respond.
“I don’t really know. It appears it could happen on the first of June, but I really don’t know…” *Continues to Dance*
104 – “I slid down the stairs…”
-102 “Er, well I’m clueless about muser weddings…I think you’re just supposed to stand around and ooh and aah while they take their vows and then…?” {
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I enter the ballroom soakingly and catch the last part of the conversation. “A wedding? Where?”
“Here…? I guess…” someone responded unhelpfully.
The final band of the evening has packed up their equipment; the wungs have cleared off the food tables and are snacking on the leftovers. They’d better be alert, I see IBCF is heading their way.
Most everyone else has left, and the air is filled with that peculiar, capacious sort of silence that descends in the aftermath of a party, muffling the remaining voices, adding soft echoes to their speech and to the sporadic outbursts of laughter from the little knot of stragglers gathered around Kokonilly, as she adds bravura details to the description of her escapade on the staircase.
The Bookworm practices some fancy twirls with Life is Purple. The rhythmic scuffing of their steps on the wooden floor provides music sufficient to the occasion. Hypatia wanders into the room, looking for her shoes, and narrowly misses colliding with Robert, who is, of course, moderating on the Treo.
The rest of the cleanup can wait until tomorrow. I slip my own shoes off, gather up generous handfuls of skirt in each hand and climb the stairs to the roof.
Excuse me, Mr. Wung, but did you know how bad eclairs are for you? I mean like, just one of those things has like, 900 calories. Which is bad for your health, you know. So you might want to give that plate to me…
There is something far too desolate about the ballroom for me to want to stay long. Once the scene of so much happiness, it is now the scene of, well so much past hapiness, and it disconcerts me.
109- “Just knowing that, you know more than me,” I say laughingly to ZVX. “Its been wonderful dancing with you. I’m heading up to the rooftop garden for a last gasp of ball life. Come up?”
“I’m going up, Life is Purple. It was grand dancing with you! Maybe the wedding will happen there… See you soon!”
“So the wedding is today?” I ask to no one in particular after the song ended. She looked around to see that no one was in the Ballroom. “I guess I’ll be going up,” I look up the spiral stair case and ran up, tripping on my dress. “Stupid dresses, I’ll never get use to them,” I mutter. There were two doors. I take the one on the left and go down stairs and enter the garden. One rhododendron bush looked almost dead. But the rosebushes were beautiful. I see a Giant Bearded Iris that has a nice violet tinge to the ends, just barely so it looked, from far away, as if it were only white. Than I realize I’m in the garden instead of on the roof. “Whoops,” I run back up the stairs picking up my dress and take the door on the right instead entering the roof. It looked out upon the garden I was just in.
-113 “sure, it was great dancing,” I reach out and grab a few wung buttons from the table.
111 – “as she adds bravura details to the description of her escapade on the staircase”.
“Oops, sorry Bookworm, I guess your comment hadn’t been moderated yet.”
*glides*
The wedding is officially now when the GAPAs decide it’s goign to be. But it can’t be this week, because I’m going to camp with my school.
112- You little pig.
Could this thread close so people don’t wander in? After all, May is over!
120 – No! The ball is still going on.
Actually, we COULD close this and open a new one for the wedding.
I see a little green Wung and call it over.
“Mr. Wung, could you please tell the DJ person that I’d like him… her… it… to play the song Stacy’s Mom?”
The Wung nodded.
“Uh, thanks.”
The Wung scuttled off.
((It would be nice to have an “official” wedding thread!))
OFFICIAL WEDDING THREAD! please?
124-oh yeah, I guess I missed it, huh.
yup
127-where did it take place? So that I can review it?
it ended *cries* even though I didn’t do much…..
It’s done?
Already?
*cry*
128 – OH! I thought you missed the BALL. No, I’m pretty sure the wedding never happened.
I agree! Wedding thread? Or is there one already?
Come on, GAPAs. It’s August, and RtH and MissSwann never got married. Wedding thread, please!
(133) I’m afraid the wedding has hit a snag: Under Icelandic law (which binds Muse Academy, as an Icelandic protectorate), minors may marry only with consent of the Ministry of Justice — which I am reliably informed is not forthcoming. Miss Swann and Red-tailed HAWK may love each other very much (or might if they knew each other), but they’ll have to wait.
134 – “Miss Swann and Red-tailed HAWK may love each other very much (or might if they knew each other), but they’ll have to wait.”
134-Does that include virtual weddings?
[sarcasm]Probably, getting married over the internet is such an intimate experience.[/sarcasm]