Dameon: Soo... who else is here?
Rebecca: Lucy, Min, Domick, Kayt, Dardelan, Matty, Elixa... Rushton *Glares in Rushto'n direction*
Dameon: What did Rushton do to you?
Rebecca: Long, long story. Let's just say he better stay well away from me or my drink might *accidentally* end up down his tux.
Dameon: Do you want to dance again?
Rebecca: *looks panicked* Ummm... I don't really feel like it. Maybe later. Let's go say Hi to Min and Domick. *Drags Dameon off towards Min and Domcik, who are laughing uproariously*
Lucy: *feels uncomfortable* Do you ever get the impression everyone is staring at you...and not in a good way?
Rushton: *turns back after glaring over at Domick* Ah, screw them, they're just jealous of the relationship I have with my pig...
Rushton: Oh...erm...*loosens tie*...Nothing. Ahem, wait here, I'll go get you some punch...
*leaves Lucy looking baffled and creeped out*
*Min and Domick laugh*
Domick: ...and that's how I learnt the lesson to never leave my shoes in a strange pub!
Min: Damn, damn shame. They sounded like fine shoes. I can't believe he stole them...
*Rebecca leads Dameon over to Min & Dameon*
Rebecca: Greetings and meetings all.
Dameon: How is Sutrium, Domick?
Domick: Warm, and wet. How was Sador?
Dameon: Warm, and dry.
Rebecca: You're both making me thirsty. Chocca?
Dameon: Why don't you invite Rushton and Lucy over as well? I can feel they're at the punch bowl.
*all look a little uncomfortable about the R-word*
Min: why not, hey? It's a party after all. *calls out* HEY LUCE! *motions Lucy & Rushton to join them*
Domick: ooh, classy yelling there Min.
*much chocca is served*
Will Lucy & Rushton join them? And what chaos will ensue?
* Rushton and Lucy sit down and pick up their chocca mugs. Rushton looks slightly uncomfortable, courtesy of the three people glaring at him *
Rushton: (to Rebecca) I don't believe we've met. You are?
Rebecca: No, we haven't *Under breath* And I was hoping to postpone the happy occasion I'm Rebecca
Rusthon: Tell me, do you like pigs?
Rushton: Pigs. Excellent animals. Intelligent, loyal, fascinating...
* The rest of the group begin sidling away, slightly weirded out *
*Dark One peers through the windows wondering where to get his party outfit from...*
Keeper of the Sherbet Lemons
*sneaks up next to Dark One* have a look on page one!
*swishes skirts (because one can't help it) and steps inside*
*sneaks past Maruman, and looks about the hall for loose dates to dance with*
Flit: sometimes it's better to come alone... [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/tongue.gif" alt=":P" border="0"/>
Rebecca: *Aside to Domick, whispering* I don't suppose you could arrange to have him kidnapped again...
Domick: 'Fraid not. Much as it's tempting. *Rebecca looks pleading* Well...I could get in touh with some of my Herder contacts, make a few deals.
Rushton:...Most people underestimate the true wonders of pigs. Such marvellous animals...
Domick: Make that 'definitely get in touch with some of my Herder contacts.'
Rushton:...I myself often find myself wondering...
Rebecca: *Looks momentarily torn between the well being of her feet and the possible effects listening could have on her sanity* Alright. *Inconspicuously adjusts the bubble wrap on her feet*
Maruman: I now present someone who needs no introduction. The Lord of the Northern Hemispherical Empire, the..
Dark One: Dark One will do, thank you!
Maruman: Sorry, got carried away there!
*All turn and stare at Dark One*
Rushton: ...and the pigs will... Hang on! Why is that man wearing a large peice of white card on his back??
Dark One: Hello people. I couldn't find my tux. This is the closest black and white outfit i've got. Try and ignore the white card. i leant against a freshly painted sign earlier, and now its stuck to me
*All continue to stare*
Dark One shuffles feet: I think i'll go and find the bar...
*buys Squirt a strong drink*
Thanks! It's been one of those days! I know they're only shoes but....
*Sculls (sp?) down drink, slams the glass on the bar an signals the barman for another*
*Siryn discretely creeps in*
Syn: Get me one also Squirt, i cant seem to find my dress!
SQ: well well, the shoes on the other foot now aint it! Oh My Lud! YOU have my shoes!!!!
Squirt: Drinks on me! I managed to loose my white sign! Huzzah! That is, drinks for everyone BUT Syrin who appears to have stolen my shoes!
Syn: i'll take that!
*in a dramatic motion, steals drink from SQ*
Syn: and THATS for pronouncing my name wrong!
*Min suddenly grabs Domick's arm protectively*
Domick: What's the matter?
Min: I just had the horrible feeling that you're being watched by someone.
Domick: Maybe you're an empath?
Rushton: Maybe you're just paranoid?
Min: Maybe you need a kick in the head?
Lucy: Hey! I'm getting sick of all this Rushton-bashing!
Domick: All right, all right. Rushton, for tonight, how about we call a truce? *holds out hand*
Rushton: ...are you joking? After you hogtied, tarred and feathered me?
Min & Lucy: He did WHAT?!
*Min laughs uproarously, while Lucy looks stricken*
Domick: I was under orders. It's nothing personal. Well, maybe the tar and feathers were personal but...you sent me into the wolves den and didn't expect me to change?
Rushton: I'm not perfect, ok? Anyway, I thought after I told Elspeth to tell you that Gevan told me that Dameon was told by Miky that Kella was looking for you, everything would be all right. Gevan didn't really tell me anything. So it was really me all along! I thought you'd be able to figure it out from there that we wanted you back!
Domick: ...I refuse to say the "that's completely mental" line out of Harry Potter 4.
Min: Oh, go on! coerces Domick It'll be funny.
Domick: ...*puts shield up and looks glaring at Rushton. Speaks in monotone* How could anyone understand that? It's completely mental.
*Min & Lucy cheer*
Lucy: So, now you two are friends again, can we all go dance? All this talk is making me restless.
*all 4 return to the ballroom*
Keeper of the Sherbet Lemons
*swishes skirts again*
Flit: ooohhhh.... lovely.
*takes a glass and swishes skirt again*
waiter: Can't stop doing that can you?
Flit: If you had a pretty skirt like this, could you not swish?
*shoulder is tapped from behind*
Fian: Maybe the skirt would swish all the better if we were dancing?
Flit: Man who understands the swish, how could i say no?
*places glass back on the waiter's tray, and allows Fian to lead her out onto the floor*
*sigh* I always go for the geek [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/grin.gif" alt=";D" border="0"/>
*plasters huge false smile on face*
Louis: an' then there were the time that I had ter go all th' way to Arborium fer no p'rtikilar reason. I aint normally got much ter do with them lowlanders - most of 'em are lyin' cheatin' thieves. But I were jest walkin' along minding my own beeswax, when I saw a most percooliar thing. O' course I have seen many a percooliar thing in my life...
*eyes glaze over*
Rigel: Why don't we have a dance Louis? (anything to shut him up for 5 minutes)
Louis: Dancin'? I were Guanette's champion o' the highland fling when I were a young mannikin. It were a summers day - the likes o' which you don't see often round these parts...
*drinks more chocca in despair*
Rigel: Look there's Fian and Flit!
*Drags Louis onto the dance floor*
Lucy: Aaahh, I'm so glad you called a truce with Min and Domick, we can get back to enjoying the sparkly sparklyness of the Mystics Ball! [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/grin.gif" alt=";D" border="0"/>
Rushton: Yeah *looks distracted and pensive, but twirls Lucy*
Lucy:*twirls* Yaay! Oooh look, there's Rigel and Louis...maybe we should give Rigel a helping hand?
Rushton: Good idea, I can talk to Louis about those farm plans I'd drawn up
Rushton: What?! I'm dancing aren't I?! I'm not talking about pigs, am I? Eash, Elf never makes this kind of fuss
Lucy: *glares* Well, Elspeth isn't here, is she? Listen, I'm one of the only people here who actually likes you, you could put a bit more effort into showing me a good time...
*Rushton and Lucy dance off, forgetting poor Rigel, arguing about Elspeth and date etiquette*
Rebecca: *Is waltzing with Dameon* 1,2 *wince* 1,2, *flinch* 1,2, *wince*
Dameon: Are you enjoying yourself?
Rebecca: *Through gritted teeth* Of course But my feet certainly aren't...
Dameon: So tell me, why do you dislike Rushton?
Rebecca: Why do you like Rushton? The man has issues. Seriously, who talks about their pig as if it's some sort of idol?
Dameon: He's nice once you get to know him.
Rebecca: Perhaps, but I have no intention of getting to know him any better than I do. *Looks over at Rigel, who is glancing around in hope of some sort of miraculous rescue*
Rebecca: Rigel, would you lend me Louis for a dance? I wanted to ask something about the farms. *Shoots Rigel a 'you better be grateful' look, and waltzes of with Louis.*
Louis: Well lassie, I was just talkin' to Rigel abou' tha' time I had ter go ter Aborium...
Freya: Am I too late?
Maruman: I present Freya, and Ariel *coughH'raykacough*
Ariel looks at Maruman suspicously
Ariel: Do I know him?
Freya: Hastily tugs Ariel away from Maruman. No, no he's just a stray.... *looks shifty*
Keeper of the Sherbet Lemons
Flit: Such a lovely dancer
Fian: Such a lovely swisher
*Flit is unable to prevent herself from swishing her skirt*
Flit: As much as i would love to have another turn about the floor, i did see my friend under great duress and i must go rescue her.
Fian: Oh, kidnapped?
Flit: No, bad date. And don't you think you're done with me, i want a couple more dances out of you.
*Flit swishes her way over to Rigel*
Rigel: Did i just see you lewd smiley at Fian?
Flit: Maybe... They really shouldn't give me alcohol. How's farm boy?
Rigel: *rolls eyes*
Flit: Mind if i help?
Flit to Louis: Louis, did you know Lucy has been eying you off all night?
Louis: Aye? D'ye really think so?
Flit: Oh yes, if you can get Rushton talking about his pigs i'm sure she'll happily swap her date for you.
Louis: Nah, ye canna be serious.
Flit: Oh, i'm serious. What have you got to lose? Like i said, get Rushton talking about pigs and you're so in, man!
*Louis looks hesitant for only a second, and then marches across the room to fnd Lucy and Rushton*
Rigel: I don't know whether to be thankful or offended.
*Flit picks up two filled champagne glasses off the nearest tray and hands one to Rigel*
Flit: Thank me. But i have no doubt he'll be back. Unless we all luck out and Rushton and Louis get so caught up in nattering about pigs we'll all be saved. Of course it means there will be one more single girl on the dance floor. Right now tho, i think i need something to eat with all of this champagne or else i'm going to start getting giggly.
*Sneaks past Maruman, and avoids being introduced. Heads to the bar, and takes a seat.*
Megs: So, what's good to drink around here?
Passing Waiter: Champagne, m'lady?
Megs: ooo, yes please! *Takes a glass, and sips the drink whilst watching everybody dance.*
*Looks around in hope of seeing a guy who is a) partnerless b) Not old enough to be her grandfather and c) who can dance*
Swallow: Hi, would you like to dance?
Rebecca: Yes, but aren't you here with someone else?
Swallow: She's not here yet, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I danced with you in the mean time.
Rebecca: Alright *Leads Swallow happily towards the dancefloor*
*Spies Rebecca dancing with Swallow, and suddenly feels jealous.*
Megs: *Mutters* Now why didn't I grab him for myself, since his partner's not here yet? *Grumbles a bit more as she watches him, and sips some more champagne.* There's gotta be someone else around here who's partnerless ... and who isn't old or creepy ...
*Twirls across the dance floor with Swallow, enjoying the fact her partner isn't trampling her feet *
Swallow: So, Rebecca, fancy a drink?
Rebecca: If you like. We could go sit with Lucy, she looks like she might need rescuing from Louis.
Swallow: Who's Louis?
Rebecca: A farmhand old enough to be the grandfather of almost everyone here. Poor Rigel had to take him as he escort...
Swallow: Who's Rigel?
Rebecca: Don't you know anyone here?!
Swallow: I know that guy over there with Louis is Rushton. Bit of an uptight guy really. I remember him vaguely. Bought some pigs off a friend of mine. I've never seen anyone so fascinated by the little animals.
Rebecca: That guy has some serious psychological issues. Come on.
*Walks off to see Lucy, Swallow in tow*