meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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[infiltrait0rn7]

[Oh hi Shepard, Legion breaks off it's staring to look at you.]

Yes. We are researching several theories has to how organics bond over an activity such as dancing. For humans, we hypothesize it may be directly related to tactile input.

[Legion stop texting on your phone and just enjoy the event.]

Re: Shepard | Mass Effect

[standsentinel]

[Kaidan's had a lot of time this evening to offer silent thanks to his mother's insistence on dance lessons.

He's still not sure who decided letting Khalisah al-Jilani in to cover the event for the Citadel tabloids was a good idea, but he's managed to distract her from springing guerilla interview questions on the guests through the application of a suitable rumba. He's even managed, temporarily, to get her separated from her holobot through a complicated series of spins and position changes.

Tactical dancing. It's a thing.

By the faintly pained look to his expression as the dance winds down, at least for those versed in the field behaviour of the wild Alenko, he's now looking for a tactical retreat.]

[bello]

Ezio blinks slowly as he feels arms around his waist, feet behind him guiding him back slightly, the sensation of warm breath against his cheek, the feeling of being pressed into just slightly. It's enough to make him press back just as affectionately with his cheek.

"I would be ashamed with how much I climb." He closes his eyes, shifting a bit in the position with his brows raises despite his hardly looking at anything. It is amusing, makes him laugh a little bit as they step slowly, closely together. He listens to the soft humming, opens his eyes as if waking from a dream that hasn't even thought to end yet.

[femshep]

'Tactile input' and an excuse to make an emotional connection with another person. Military sorts don't get that too often. [Psychoanalyzing the dancers is better than being the gala's mascot and dancing with just about everyone with any sort of rank, so if he's putting out the 'theories' lure, she'll bite.]

Rose Lalonde | Homestuck

[thorny]

Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck

[shipper]

Rose Strider | Homestuck AU

[restitchtime]

Castiel || Supernatural | OPEN

[rebelledforhim]

The Disciple | Homestuck

[listens]

Rozia Lalonde | Homestuck AU

[abdicates]

Hysterical Dame | Problem Sleuth

[charmbreak]

fitzwilliam darcy | pride & prejudice [modern au]

[ex_querulous960]

[modern au!pride & prejudice & zombies also available.]

Loki | MCU | m/m

[has_an_army]

Britta Perry | Community

[britta_ftw]

[infiltrait0rn7]

[One of the fins raise up quizzically- Shepard could probably recognize that her input probably just made it question some of it's own speculation.]

Do you not make emotional connections to your crewmates? Even if it is unintentional.

[totallyknowscpr]

She can't help but laugh as she replies, "You're just saying that so I won't step on your toes again." But she takes the compliment anyways, smiling back up at him. Even with how fidgety she was about being here, being like this, in his arms, it feels natural.

Though it still stops her breath a little as he moves them into the circle of dancers, their steps bringing them easily into the flow and twirl of the larger dance. She relaxes, though, when they don't collide with anyone, don't step on anyone's dress or shoes, and instead fit fluidly. "Who knew you were such a good dancer." It's not that strange, now that she thinks about it, with the fluidity of his normal movements, that it would translate to an ease on the floor.

[femshep]

Off the Normandy, though, that's not quite as kosher. What we've got in dangerous and psychotic, we're lacking in good old-fashioned military protocol.

evil cackles

[reginal]

[ While she had constructed herself to be the mistress of public presentations, she still detested the wretched ice breaking moments that were required in such situations of recreational city cocktail parties and ball. It was easier to make a speech then disappear in a fit of magic as she once had, but here she is trapped with pressing a smile against her face and making nice with the towns folk.

The annual winter gala was the most exhausting of all; the droll of holiday velleities, keeping up with the different lives of those who were once fanatical and held interesting ancestry of their own stories―the sense of Schadenfreude she possessed once she realized the disconnection of Mary Margaret's life compared to Snow White's own was enough to keep her going through the parties at times―but there was rarely ever a moment she spent to admire the beauty of the setting itself.

In the short moment she was able to, she downed the glass of her champagne, and began to notice the dim lights making the crystalline of artificial (it was always artificial) snowflakes glitter in tune with the soft aria of an orchestra playing in the corner of the room.

And for the moment, the world was hers. ]

[infiltrait0rn7]

[There's a bit of a pause as the fins flare up slightly and lower. The eye glances slightly away and looks back.]

We assumed that sharing an enclosed space for an extended amount of time in combination with sharing similar, yet unique experiences would result in some form of bonding amongst individual units. Observing conditions outside the Normandy would be desirable to better understand this.

[It probably just fired off a few more extranet search protocols.]

Kaylee Frye || Firefly

[shiniest]

Joanie Stubbs || Deadwood

[proprietary]

[tranquilizing]

"Not even you can be perfect all the time, bello." The words are playful, teasing, hummed between the notes as they dance together. He likes these soft moments, where Ezio's relaxed and pliant against him, as much as their more heated ones. They're precious to him in a totally different way.

"Though I don't think you have anything to worry about now. We fit well together. Move well together. See?" Takeshi murmurs the words so softly, only for Ezio's to hear, as his hands slide down strong arms, caressing them, before he threads their fingers together. His hips roll then, pronounced and exaggerated, first to the right, the left, pressing firmly against Ezio body in a quick little introduction to dirtier dancing.

His lips are pressed right below and behind Ezio's ear, kissing lightly at the spot with a smile.

[femshep]

[He catches Shepard's eye from where she's standing with a glass of some sort of wine halfway across the room, and for a second the corners of her lips curl up in amusement. At that point, it seems entirely possible that she's just going to lift her glass in 'cheers' and let him continue his dance of shame, entirely in good humor (not that he'd be quite as amused).

But then she's setting the glass down and heading that direction, and in a lull in the dancing she sets her hand on Khalisah's shoulder in a forcedly civil sort of way.]

I'm going to have to cut in. I need a word with my lieutenant.

[Not, 'mind if I?' Nope. It's mandatory. At least it's not another punch in the face?]

Tara Maclay | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Girls only

[moontothetide]

[...yeah, she's staring at her feet. Why she's staring at her feet might be something of a mystery. After all, Tara is proving to have a very good grasp of the beat and is probably leading even if she's technically following.

But she's still staring quite firmly at her feet.]

[bello]

"You would step on my toes on purpose? How unkind." She seems astonished with how they move, her eyes trailing about the room. It is slightly unbelievable, but Ezio finds comfort in this. He normally isn't one for big, formal parties, but he can't say he hasn't been to a few with his father.

Ezio gives her a shrug at the comment. "I had good teachers--my father was an affluent man and he couldn't have sons who could not hold their own with the noblewomen, don't you think?" His steps flow easily, whether it's the timing, or how his hips and legs seem to merely move on their own to precise beats, he doesn't know. He's been fluid all his life, flexible, adept. Dancing just feels right.