Shanodin
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Post by Shanodin on Mar 29, 2008 22:15:09 GMT -5
She can't help it. So much stress and worry lately, that little tizzy with Rattrap earlier, and here is a chance to play and unwind for a bit, the first chance- the first offer- she's had since her arrival really. She can't help it, and she smirks at Jazz, eyes half lidded, "Now who ever told you I was an angel? Please do point them out, so I might disavow them of the notion."
Botanica allows herself to be danced about the rooftop, pressing just that much closer to Jazz and enjoying being held. Somewhere in the middle of a move she manages to set her cup down (perhaps during a low dip), leaving all her attention on her partner.
Well, perhaps not all of her attention. She catches the briefest glimpse of Rattrap through the crowd and feels a tiny pang. She shakes it off. He can not be what she wants, and she is obviously not his ideal either.
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Ironfire
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Post by Ironfire on Mar 30, 2008 11:22:12 GMT -5
Yes, that is a plant.
Ironfire nods as the move is explained. "So, foot back, arms back... Alright, that I can do..." She takes the described position. "Now.... jump forward?" Ironfire's in the air and then she's crashing to the floor. "Oof." She pushes herself to her feet. "I'll try that again." It takes another couple tries, but despite her intoxicated state she does manage to eventually pull of the simple move. There's somewhat of a small dent in the floor, but that won't matter, right?
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Mar 30, 2008 22:42:46 GMT -5
"Oh..." Firebolt's ponytails fall a bit as she goes to reach out for Ironfire to help, but is late. "Don't hurt yourself! One of the basic rules is if ya hurt yourself, you shouldn't be doing it... N'd there's stuff about stretching, but since we're barely learning basics..." She trails off and then snaps out of her mumbling.
"You sure you wanna continue while you're so out of it?" She says nervously, looking down at the dent in the floor.
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Mar 31, 2008 19:18:03 GMT -5
"Now why would I spoil someone's rosy illusions like that, Tany dear? This is a party." Jazz is smiling still. Despite the state of intoxication that his systems are in (and his own distractable nature), he does notice that there is something not quite right. "Is there somethin' I can help you with?"
Music and a nicely curved female to hold close. There's another reason for learning to Tango right there. The closeness.
... it would be a shame if she were to slip away right now, however, Jazz wouldn't hold her back.
"Such a nice night to be alive, you see. It would be a right shame to leave a gal so wound up she can't enjoy it."
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Apr 1, 2008 1:05:51 GMT -5
OOC: Just posting through, folks. Pay no attention to the grouch behind the curtain in the corner.
Rattrap isn't trying to pay any attention in particular to Botanica. So far, they get along about as well as he and Dinobot ever did, only she isn't an ex-Predacon if he can believe her story, and that somehow makes it worse in some weird way Rattrap's too plastered to get.
What he does get as he glares across the rooftop is how much it leaves a foul taste in his mouth to see her having a grand time enjoying herself with that wingnut Jazz while Rattrap himself sits over here with an empty mug and a mood heading south faster than Cheetor on a recon run. Why does she get to be so fragging pleased, anyway? Is her reformatted future that wonderful? Is it really worth losing as many as her Maximals have lost just to get there? Can she really justify the deaths and the altering of Cybertron itself and go on to party and defrag with a clear conscience? Rattrap knows peace comes with a price, but that's a little too rich for him.
Screw it. So much for enjoying the rest of the night; it just isn't happening while he knows Botanica is out there smiling, laughing, and not batting even one of those long eyelashes at the fact that if her present is his future, it means the ruin of everything he knows. Oh, yeah, she looks sorry alright. And here he was almost feeling bad for going off on her.
"Rattrap, ol' pal," he mutters as he gets to his feet, shaking his head, "yer turnin' into a sucker." And he's done with this party. The music is off, the high grade is gone, and the company – such as it is – stinks. Unlike some members of his division, he can avoid making a spectacle of himself as he skirts the dance floor to make his way downstairs. Sleep off the drinks and get back to the daily grind tomorrow. Same script, different cast.
OOC: Gone.
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Shanodin
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Post by Shanodin on Apr 1, 2008 22:12:12 GMT -5
Botanica smiles again, a much more sedate smile that is closer to her normal version. Though as observant as he is, Jazz might note the hint of sadness present. "It's...nothing much Jazz. Just old memories."
She lets herself relax again, pressed cheek to cheek with Jazz for a few moments before addressing him again.
"I really do appreciate the dance and the attention, but I'm afraid I must excuse myself. I need to retire, and I've one more stop to make before doing so."
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Ironfire
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Post by Ironfire on Apr 2, 2008 22:15:22 GMT -5
Ironfire chuckles. "I'm fine. Falls like this won't hurt me." She gives the dent but a brief glance. "I'm fine, really." She isn't all fine, of course, but the same substance causing the falling is causing her to not realize that.
"So... I think I have that down."
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Apr 5, 2008 15:47:43 GMT -5
"ROCK! Now that's spirit!" Firebolt pumps her fists in the air. "Ok! Next let's try handstands! We can make it easier on you cos you're wobbly and I'll hold your legs. But ok, you take the step you just learned and then on a moment when you feel comfortable, you start to lean forward and prep yourself. You get your hands out and bend at the elbow joint so you don't hurt yourself. Then... Push forward with the motion ya got going! By leaning forward a lil, be ready for the handstand!"
So she demonstrates now, and then jumps down into a one hand stand and then down into a spin after arcing her legs over her head and grins, lost in her moment of dance. The ground lightly shakes when she slams her feet down, but she recovers and then strikes a pose.
"Ready?"
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Apr 5, 2008 19:23:29 GMT -5
The sadness is showing-. Jazz can see it. Everyone has moments when things show through like that. Some more frequently than others.
For those few moments of contact, when the lady can relax, and just enjoy the rythm of the music, and the joy that is the dance.... Jazz is silent. Not quite like him most of the time, but the need for no words did penetrate the bubble of intoxication, and produced the quiet that is more soothing than any flirtatious words could ever be.
"If you have t'go-- rest well, sweet angel. If you ever needta talk 'bout things.... you know my frequency." And with the same kind, but sort of intoxicated smile, Jazz gives her one last dip before reluctantly releasing.
Him? He's not ready to retire just yet. The night is young. But for a moment Jazz is just going to watch her as she makes that one last stop.
And then, perhaps he can rejoin the dance lessons behind him.
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Apr 5, 2008 20:13:12 GMT -5
When Jazz releases her, Botanica lays a hand on his cheek. "Thank you," she says, before turning away.
Of course, now it looks like she has two stops, as Skyfire and First Aid are no longer part of the same group. She might skip the pleasantries and just head out after speaking to First Aid.
OOC: out of thread
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Ironfire
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Post by Ironfire on Apr 9, 2008 17:14:28 GMT -5
"Heh. Thanks!" She grins. "Handstands, eh? Sound fun!" She should know better, but she doesn't, not in this state. "Right. I think I understand." Ironfire leans forward, putting her arms into the advised position. "Alright, I think I'm ready." She pushes forward, assuming Firebolt can grab on.
OOC: Argh. Sorry for the really slow response.
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