http://molotovmartinis.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] molotovmartinis.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-03-29 07:29 pm

the formal (icon of hell optional)

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.

[identity profile] alphonse.livejournal.com 2009-03-31 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Can you believe it? Al typed back, slightly disturbed by how easily he could divide his attention between his mission and gossiping via text. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this modern teenager thing, after all. I really hope they know what they're doing.

[identity profile] willofjustice.livejournal.com 2009-04-01 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
It took her a moment to reply; in all honesty she found herself staring before she could catch herself.

. . . I think I should have shown Ed-san how to dance before we left.

Still, just as Alphonse had a few minutes before, Amelia couldn't help a small pang of envy. She was in her element, yes, but dancing was one thing she hadn't been able to do yet. Dancing involved, after all, someone to do it with, and in spite of the number of people at the party thus far, there were very few that she recognized.

Dancing at least once at some point, though, seemed requisite, providing they weren't all escaping from a a collapsing ceiling and explosions before the end of the night.

[identity profile] alphonse.livejournal.com 2009-04-01 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't think they'd take the act this far. The disapproving sigh that accompanied those words was probably apparent, even over the communicator.

Al knew absolutely nothing about dancing, but Amelia's sentiments rang true regardless--Ed didn't look particularly graceful out there. The whole thing was so absurd it would have been humorous, were it not for the very deadly homunuculus Ed and Ling were moving increasingly closer to.

The threat she posed was never far from Al's mind, meaning he couldn't turn away, no matter how desperately he wanted to. At least he could take some consolation from the fact that watching his brother's mistakes might help teach Al what not to do during his eventual dance with Amelia.
Edited 2009-04-01 02:28 (UTC)