Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
After giving Caitlin her whiskey, Ikuze went around the various tables and collecting their drink orders. The thief was thanking her stars that she had made the price for private dances so high as a few of the “patrons” were on the more piggy side of the scale, and she wasn’t entirely certain that if they could afford her that they would keep to the no touching rule she thought was in place here. Well, no touching at least when the dancing was concerned.
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Feb 17, 2014 20:14:13 GMT
He smirked at her statement, knowing it was possibly a very accurate statement. Will downed the rest of the liquor in his glass, already feeling the effects from the alcohol. He had this desire to get up and have a good time. He wanted to get out on that small dance floor and dance his heart out, even though the mechanic was fully aware he had no "moves". He just wanted to have fun and most importantly he wanted to have that fun with the woman in front of him. So he shrugged off her peculiar words, choosing not to approach that subject. He refused to ask any questions that would dirty his image of her.
He rose to his feet, almost losing his balance as he did so. Well I guess I drank more than I thought, he laughed to himself. With an enormous smile on his face, he extended a hand towards her, "Well, I don't know about you...but I'd like to dance. Would you do me the honor?" he asked, the words barely coming out.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 21, 2014 5:31:36 GMT
Ikuze was still working the floor between her set and the following one, so a decidedly human band (based on the steam organ, pipes, and other clank diesel instruments they were playing) took the stage. Their music had an eerie undertone that traditional instruments couldn't achieve, setting a pace-quickening tone and making the listeners feel like they had transcended the familiar and were now walking into unknown experiences.
Will asked her to dance, though she had to interpret half of the words due to his slurring, and something about this moment felt uniquely inreplicable. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was the man. She smiled slowly considering the combination of the three before stepping around their chairs and joining him on the thin strip of open dancefloor space between the stage and the lounge chairs. "I'd be delighted to," she said, reaching out a hand toward him, as much for the act of dancing as for balance. She grinned, thinking he might need to borrow a bit of hers.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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