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The Valentine's Date Auction [OPEN]
WHO: Eveyone who signed up + the school in general
WHAT: this thing
WHERE: Right here, in the Institute
WHEN: Saturday evening, the 14th
WARNING(S): Given the nature of the event, I almost expect it, but remember the rules regarding that kind of thing. Take it off the log if it goes there.

WHAT: this thing
WHERE: Right here, in the Institute
WHEN: Saturday evening, the 14th
WARNING(S): Given the nature of the event, I almost expect it, but remember the rules regarding that kind of thing. Take it off the log if it goes there.

⊗Never let it be said that Emma didn't know her stuff. Not content with the paltry and tired and cliche decorations Kurt and subjected the students to at previous events, she had completely taken over, using a combination of her wealth and mutant powers to create a sort of bohemian love palace for the students. Dance floor, tables, the finest foods. This was not a party the likes of which they had seen before... unless they were part of the older crowd, and had witnessed Emma at work before.
Was she good or was she good? On the stage, Emma stood proudly, taking each of the auctionable singles to the stage, one by one, and selling off just a fraction of their free time to the highest bidder. And the fact that it was all for charity left the whole situation comfortably guilt and obligation free.
Of course, as the host, she was more focused on the party and its guests as a whole than any particular individuals... Attempts at sneaking off probably would go unremarked upon. Probably.
[[ OOC: Each auction will receive its own top level, as well as a top level for general mingling. PLEASE CONSULT THE PLOTTING POST BEFORE BIDDING ]]
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I said it's not something I do often.
[At least he's self-aware enough to look sheepish over how flustered he's gotten over it. It really is silly. And, once Labrys stops jamming away at full-force, he's able to keep step with her well enough, though he'll still be following her lead...]
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[She then stands next to him and shows him a few steps.] ...but the most important part, see, is watchin' what your hips and shoulders are doing. If y'do it right, your hands and feet will follow.
And don't worry about getting the moves to look a certain way. Just move smoothly and naturally.
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It's progress, though he still hasn't relaxed entirely.]
Alright. Like this?
[He pivots around so that they're facing each other once again, trying to catch back up to the music before the song plays out.]
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[But it's too late. Right as he gets back to facing her, the music ends, the light dims, and the music becomes much more... intimate.]
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[He's ready to breathe a sigh of relief - maybe even hang out for another song or so - when the music fades. Smiling, albeit with a rueful twist that says he knows he kind of owes her, now. He'll admit, this is more engaging than camping by the punch bowl.
But then a slow number has to start up, and he has no idea what to do. He didn't sign up for this!]
Ahm, would you like to...?
[He bats a glance between Labrys and the edge of the dance floor before offering her his arm. He's gone an unsubtle shade of pink now, and he's not even sure if she'll say yes?
But not asking now would have to be just outright heinous.]
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[She takes his arm, which... considering their substance, is as close to delicate as she is ever going to be able to manage. As they move closer to position her head lowers and tilts. Her eyes ask 'do you know how?']
[But she wasn't about to ask now and maybe offend him.]
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Though, truth be told, this is closer to something he knows. A high-school slow dance isn't a waltz, but it's not a wholly alien thing compared to one, either. And his piano tutor back home had made sure he learned at least that much about dancing music.
So, he tries to start from there and fake it, clasping hands with her while he lets his other draw around to rest lightly along her shoulder blade. From there, if he just slows the steps down so that they're in time with everyone else and remembers to lead...
Well, it can't turn into too much of a disaster, can it?]
You can tell me if I'm doing it wrong, though.
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[It's none of her business.]
Just try not to step on my toes.
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[And look back at her, halfway teasing as he raises his brow. At least if he trod on her feet, she'd have good odds of coming out of it without any broken bones.]
So - [He's got this "moving slowly in a circle" thing down well enough that he can attempt small talk too, now, maybe.] Where are you from? My family's from Tokyo, but I've been here a year now -
[Or six, depending on whether time travel counts. He's just going to gloss over that bit.]
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But we moved when I was seven and I also been in Himeji! Papa was in the air force.
[Still she separated out a bit to flash a glowing smile.] But hey! We were probably neighbors, huh?
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[She looks about his age, he thinks. Even with the years he spent in stasis, it's possible they were in the country at the same time? If she'd been when she was younger, at least. More recently, and she may have only arrived after he'd left.
That would be a gloomy thought, normally, but tonight he just shrugs. He's already spent too much time brooding, probably.]
I haven't been back for a long time, honestly. Besides a few months, this past summer.
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I was born in April, 1999... spent about... th'first six years of my life in Jersey... so... 2005? Somethin' like that.
[She's trying to forget the last few years, though.]
I sorta miss it too, but I'm not ready to go back just yet.
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[That makes him brighten some as he circles them back around. Even the friends he went to school with then aren't actually his own age anymore, so that's a bit of luck.
Though then he quiets some at Labrys' last comment. He knows well enough not to press a new student about their background if they don't volunteer - the answer's usually not a happy one - but still:]
This place feels like home to me too, now, though. Everyone looks out for each other here.
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Yeah? I keep gettin' that. Lots of folks here have nothing but good things to say.
How long have you been?
Uh... here, I mean.
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Most of the students who'd come in this year would know about the Phoenix Incident, at least, but it's harder to know how to explain to someone new. They probably don't have a section on it in the orientation packet or anything.]
This is my second year as a student? But I was a freshman when the Sentinels attacked the school, so...
That was almost six years ago.
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Sentinels? Six years??
[That's not something you expect to hear in casual conversation. Or at all ever, for that matter.]
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Sorry, uhm -
[He draws his arm back from behind Labrys' shoulder, loosening his digits around her hand as well, in case she wants to pull back the rest of the way. He's wincing a little, unsure whether to backtrack or to try to explain.]
You haven't heard about the Sentinels? They were...well, anti-mutant weapons that the government here made. They attacked the school at the end of my first year here, so...
[There's literally no way to finish this story that's not going to make things worse, whether it's trying to explain Jean Grey's sacrifice or the damage that had shut the school down for years after or how. as a side-effect of the Phoenix's power, a good portion of the student body at the time had more or less blinked out of existence for half a decade.
Shindou decides just to give up, instead, his shoulders slumping low.]
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it, when everyone's trying to relax. I thought you'd already know.
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Anti-mutant weapons...
[Her unease was pouring from her face. She was hoping she would never have to hear that phrase again... or think what could have been were she not able to escape.]
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[Still, he says that like it's only weak reassurance. Which it is, especially given that their designer's whereabouts are still unknown.
There's not really time to offer anything better, though - by now, the song they were dancing to is fading out, sending the couples all across the dance floor separating or wandering back to the refreshment tables before the next number comes on.]
It's just, that interrupted life here at the school for a lot of us.
[In some cases, literally.]
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[She wanted to offer him some assurance, but she really couldn't.]
Geez... we all gotta history, don't we?
[Ah, right. Realizing that the people are leaving the dance floor they ought to make for the tables again, right?]
[Maybe dancing wasn't such a good idea, anymore.]
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He's going to attempt an awkward smile once they're back away from the crowd, shrugging his shoulders.]
Thank you for the dance, anyway. I didn't mean to interrupt it like that.
But...I ought to head back to the dorms before it gets much later. I still have homework for the weekend. [He winces just a little there. The really sad thing is, it's a Friday and that's not even an excuse coming from him.] I enjoyed this, though! It was nice meeting you.
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Yeah, I haven't had this much fun in a long time!
It was Shindou, right?
I hope we can do this again.
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But for now Shindou's just breathing out a sigh of relief, glad he didn't thoroughly spoil things.]
Mn. I'm sure we'll see each other around.
Goodnight.
[And with a short half-bow and a wave, he's headed off for the ballroom doorway.]