( open ) let's dance

[dyskinesia]

Who: the teen population of the Moira
When: at some point after arriving at the Luminous Sea, late afternoon/evening
Where: recreation area
What: a very 80's party thrown by Peter takeitslow! Is your character currently a teenager? If yes, then assume they have somehow magically gotten an invitation and come party with us!
Warnings: none for the moment, will change if necessary




So maybe there's a lot of young people suddenly around the Moira. The best way to deal with it is obviously by throwing a party. Because adults are boring people who can't have fun and how can you not go wild at a party with a disco ball?

The rec area has been decorated just a bit for the occasion: there's a few tables with quick snacks, sweets and drinks, and 80's music playing from some strategically placed speakers. A good portion of the area is unimpeded so people can dance, and there are balloons of different colors a little bit all over.

The pool's decorated with tiny glitter confetti too, so it gives off a very glow-y vibe. Probably not a good idea to jump in but hey, you do you.

People are free to start up their own activities during the party, be it games like Spin the Bottle or Never Have I Ever, or something like attempting synchronized dancing. Seriously, go wild! (Not too wild, though. Just because there are no parents around doesn't mean you all should do whatever the hell you want. Yes it does.)


(Everyone feel free to put up specific starters for your characters, or for 'group' activities, go ahead and put up a top level so that everyone who wants to can jump in!)

Comments

[stillpatsy]

Oh my god, was that confidence I just heard?

[ She scoots closer so that she can sort of wrap her arms around him from behind. ]

Congratulations.

[ Yes, this is a bit of a come-on. ]

[dyskinesia]

[ Okay, that has Bruce opening his eyes, head lifting up so he's sitting a little more upright. ]

Thanks.

[ Yes, he sounds a bit nervous there. ]

I was just kidding, though.

[stillpatsy]

I bet you really are incredibly smart though.

[ Kind of obviously not when it comes to girls but that's okay. ]

If I were playing spin the bottle with you guys, would you have wanted to kiss me too?

[dyskinesia]

[ Did she just ask that? Okay. Yep, she just asked that. Like a deer caught in the headlights, though, Bruce's words come out before he even thinks about it. ]

Why are you asking?

[stillpatsy]

[ Okay that clearly didn't work. She thought she was feeling a vibe but she must have been wrong. Or she was just coming on too strong.

Either way, she scoots back again, freeing him from her arms. ]

Because I wanted to know.

[dyskinesia]

[ He's so good at this he doesn't even see the moment until it's come and gone and she's pulling away from him like he's just verbally told her to get off of him.

It only makes him more nervous to answer, his stomach knotting up in what he's pretty sure is some form of an anxiety attack. But he forces himself to let the answer out, even if it's a little shaky. ]

Yes.

[stillpatsy]

[ Oh, okay... time for Trish to feel incredibly nervous. This is really hard to do when it doesn't just kind of spontaneously happen, she is discovering. ]

If you still want to... you can.

[dyskinesia]

[ Hard? More like terrifying, in Bruce's case. He's kissed a handful of people tonight, and still he's more nervous about this one time than all the others combined.

Eyes firmly set on his hands in his lap, he tries to speak evenly. (He fails.) ]

You... Uh, do you? Want me to?

[stillpatsy]

[ Trish is enough of a little diva that she would actually be kind of pleased to know that. ]

Yeah, I do.

[dyskinesia]

[ Finally — finally — he looks up, turning just slightly so he's able to look at her. He still does so nervously, and he can practically feel his heart punching its way out of his chest when their eyes meet. ]

Okay.

[ So okay what? Their positions right now don't really make for a smooth approach, here. He'd have to get on his knees and possibly climb a little onto the bed just to get close enough. Or is she going to shift closer? Is she kissing him or should he? He's going to miss his chance again, isn't he? ]

[stillpatsy]

[ Trish has also noticed that they aren't exactly positioned for kissing, which is why she moves as soon as he says okay, climbing off the bed to sit next to him on the floor.

She knows what an awkward turtle Bruce is, so she decides to make things very easy for him here. She just goes ahead and leans in to kiss him. Not too fast though, in case he changes his mind. ]

[dyskinesia]

[ Oh, good. At least one of them is more proactive and less frozen in their spot by sheer nervousness. Though when she climbs down from the bed to sit next to him he feels his stomach do about ten backflips.

There's probably some chorus of disbelief going on in his head when she leans in, and a soft sound of surprise when he feels her lips on his. They're very soft and gentle on his, and he can smell a little of the toothpaste she used earlier.

Eventually he kicks himself into action, pressing a little into the kiss too, a hand lifting up to settle on her shoulder. ]

[stillpatsy]

[ It's... nice. Really nice. She's not as used to kissing as she often pretends to be, but she'd like to think she's got the basics down at least.

Though really it's not any amount of finesse that makes her feel so good about this kiss. It's because she is kissing a boy who had absolutely no idea who she was before meeting her, and who came to like her anyway. Like her enough to hold her hair when she puked, to comfort her and hang out with her... and kiss her.

When their lips part, her smile is of the truly dorky variety. ]

So maybe I have a little crush on you.

[dyskinesia]

[ He feels all light and fluttery inside, and it's a wonder he manages not to giggle into that kiss out of sheer nervousness and excitement. That would probably be incredibly lame and dorky (even if she apparently likes that in him).

His hand slides up a little, but stops before he actually gets to cupping her face, which is kind of what he wanted to do. It leaves him feeling a little awkward because he's pretty sure it's obvious where he was going with that, and he just ends up not knowing what to do with his hand, or with himself.

When she breaks the kiss, he lets out a soft little gasp, pressing his lips almost immediately and dropping his gaze. His face is all flushed, and it gets even darker when she speaks up. ]

Really? [ Said with a nervous lilt, his gaze hesitantly lifting up to her face. ] Well, I... uh... that's— that's good. Really good. Because I definitely have a not-so-little crush on you.

[stillpatsy]

[ Ohgod, he has a crush on her. He really does have a crush on her. It's almost enough to make her want to squeak from excitement, though she manages to restrain herself to just a very, very bright smile. You could probably light a film set with that smile. ]

For real?

[dyskinesia]

[ It really is a beautiful smile. Brighter than the sun, no doubt, and kind of contagious too. Even if Bruce looks like a complete idiot with the smile he has on right now. ]

Is it really that surprising?

[ He thinks he's been ridiculously obvious, especially during all of tonight. Well fine, almost all of tonight— certainly the whole time they've been alone in this room. ]

Anyway, uh— yes. For real. So that's... that's nice, yes? I-if you really like me, then it's good that I like you too, right? [ Oh god this is the most awkward crush talk in the history of ever. ]

[stillpatsy]

Kind of? A little?

[ Not that she isn't used to people crushing on her, it happens all the time, she just doesn't feel like Bruce has any particular reason to be into her more than anyone else on the ship. ]

And of course it's good you dork!

[ She shoves lightly at one of his shoulders. ]

[dyskinesia]

[ Nope, he was definitely the most obvious. Trish just wasn't paying enough attention, that's the only plausible explanation. ]

Ow. Come on, give me a break.

[ He chuckles, though, dropping his hands to his lap and trying to suppress the dorkiest of grins. ]

So, uh... Can I— can I kiss you again, or do I have to, just... do some sort of dare now? [ He's joking, obviously. They're not really playing that game. ]

[stillpatsy]

Nope, no break for you.

[ He was so not the most obvious, this is the hill she will die on. ]

And you can't kiss me unless you tell me a truth first.

[ Her joking tone matches his. ]

Just kidding. You can just kiss me.

[dyskinesia]

[ Fine then, they can both die on that hill together. ]

Well, I can tell you a truth, too? You only have to ask.

[ There's probably a handful of things he wouldn't want to talk about but at the moment he feels like he could share just about anything with her. ]

[stillpatsy]

I don't even know what to ask. You can tell me anything though.

[ Okay no there is one question here that might be good to clear up. ]

Are we... I mean, is this a thing now? Do you want me to be, you know... your girlfriend?

[dyskinesia]

[ Oh, good. Another terribly embarrassing question. Somehow Bruce hadn't thought that she'd ask that, even if that notion had crossed his mind (about ten times in the past minute). ]

Uh. Only if you want to? I mean, it's— it's fine if you don't. I know I'm not... [ Boyfriend material. Whatever that may mean. Anyway, he just shrugs. ]

I'd like to. But we don't have to. If you think it's too fast or something, it's— we're good either way.

[stillpatsy]

I've never had a boyfriend before.

[ He is totally made out of utter boyfriend material actually. Like, grade A quality boyfriend material. ]

Are you sure you wouldn't rather... I don't know, try someone else this time around?

[ God that came out really weird. ]

You know, someone... smarter or something. More sciency.

[ Wait, is this sounding like she's saying no? Shit it probably is. ]

I mean, I'd like it. If you were my boyfriend I mean. I'd like it a lot.

[dyskinesia]

[ Bruce raises his eyebrows a little, more out of surprise and confusion than any real disappointment. It takes him a moment for things to click into place— for him to remember about their other versions and what they meant to each other.

His heart sinks a little then. Is that what she's thinking? Like he's just doing this because he's supposed to? ]

No— no. I like you.

[ He reaches out for one of her hands, holding it between both of his. ]

it has nothing to do with... all that stuff I found out. You know that, right? I don't care about that. I don't care if you're not a sciency type either. I'm probably nerd enough for the both of us, anyway.

[stillpatsy]

You're nerdy enough for like... ten people.

[ She smiles at him again, not really sure what she'd actually been thinking but still glad to be reassured all the same. ]