the formal (icon of hell optional)

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WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like


There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

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"Amelia," he repeated. "I am Fakir."

This was followed by an awkward silence. Fakir was terrible at small talk.

[willofjustice.livejournal.com]

She squinted a bit at this, thinking. "I think we might have talked once, maybe -- back when you arrived? It's okay, though; it was a long time ago."

"What do you do now?"

[notyetwritten.livejournal.com]

"I think so, yeah," he said, finishing his shirley temple.

"I... work at the library and go to school, mostly," he said. "And in my spare time I study ballet and fencing. Nothing exciting..."

[willofjustice.livejournal.com]

She considered this a moment. "Ballet and fencing . . . are they anything like each other? Sometimes people who use swords describe fencing like a dance. Or is that just rumor?"

[notyetwritten.livejournal.com]

"Yes," said Fakir, "They are quite similar in some ways. Different movements, often, but they require the same level of discipline."