Day of Restoration: Nightmode's Victorian Fetish Ball

[Pyper]

Charles' voice broke through the lithe female's plummet into the club's music. Her employer’s voice. They weren't at work, this was off the clock. She distinctly recalled punching out in the system. Here, the teacher and student were within the perimeters to be more familiar. To display friendship.

A dreamer’s grin pulled the corners of her mouth. “Charles!” she exclaimed over the noise, over the music. The lights played off of them all. The writhing bodies. Some were more stationary.

“I came here, to hear the singing. To drown out the man, that sings and keeps me awake. I have never been here, before. Simone was suppose to take me to a place like this, once.” Beverly knew about the voice, the man who cried his guts out. He sang so sweetly . .

“What are you doing here?”

[Keara Aithne]

Enver's kiss wasn’t enough to calm the growing storm within her and when his smile brightened for seeing his childe, she could only assume as to the reason why. He seemed happy enough as he more or less complimented her, but it was too little too late as she felt his desire for her should have shown in his greeting.

“Yes here she is. And kissed me properly you do not. Want you do for me myself here to embarrass.”

She attempted to free herself from his grasp and leave. No matter what, she was determined to leave the club as she had found it; the thought of darkening the room and setting everyone on edge as the furniture came to life and the lights popped over head was all too much for her.

[Shya (DELETED 6054)]

The familiar tingle in her mind told her of Enver's appearance in the Nightmode before she saw him. With the back and forth mindspeak, she had grown oddly attuned to his presence. In a way, it calmed her, as it reminded her that she was not entirely alone in this unknown city. On the other hand, she questioned whether she liked the connection. He was a relative stranger, and one that had killed her, no less. Maybe every childe felt that connection to their sires, but she couldn't be sure. She had no means of comparison.

Her dark gaze roamed the room for his unique form, and when it landed on him, she watched. Watched as she scanned the room and went right to the woman's side. Though she had never met Keara, she could only assume that was who the woman was. Her lips pursed and she nodded, once, accepting that she needed to come second. When his marriage on was on the line for her life, it was made sense.

Rather than spend the night being ignored for the problem Keara took her as, she turned from the sight of her sire and his family, seeking out the door. She had gone out in an attempt to spread out, meet others like herself. And it had obviously been an extreme mistake.

[Doc]

Her voice was animated and pleased, as she uttered his name. It made him grin crookedly. She was very much like him, in that they tended to compartmentalize times, places, and actions. Here is in this moment her eyes danced in a way they did not at work. Doc’s grin broadened, she saw more than she let on, and he approved.

“I was invited,, by person or persons unknown.” He canted his head to the side, “I thought perhaps ‘that person’ was you..” He shrugged, “It doesn’t matter now.” Doc bowed and held his hand out to her, “Shall we dance? It’s not my usual style, but I think I can adjust..”

[Zephyr (DELETED 5643)]

Zeze giggles, rather comfortable in Serry's lap, feeling small and safe, two feelings she adores. She takes the wine and takes a tiny sip to taste it, then a few bigger ones with some more giggles. "Well I do like it at home too, there I feel safe. Just a little lonely sometimes I guess. But I do like it!" She tries to assure them. She just has been too shy to ask for company until around this point, why she was overjoyed they invited her out.

[Pyper]

The last time the pair had danced with one another had been at the Christmas party. He had been the plus one, and had made a fair impression if her recollection - and it was vastly improving with these nights where she let go of the overzealous bursts of restlessness - served her right. When her head bobbed to silently approve of the suggestion, a hand settled into his palm.

Lucretia never told Charles that she practiced. Many activities were safely sculpted at home, where there was privacy. Since her reclusive stance, there were many things she hadn’t said.

He could be in for a surprise.

“You are use to the ballroom step.”

There was a ‘classics’ joke that her mind chewed over, for the best formulation of words.
It wouldn’t come to her. Her usage of humor sorely lacked without the heavy influence of Charles.

[Doc]

Doc inclined his head in silent answer to her quip about the ballroom dancing. Perhaps she thought that was all he could do. He unbuttoned his jacket, he was going show her that he would not be lacking in the dancing department. He actually enjoyed dancing. Ballroom was the easiest to adjust when a partner has no formal training, but he was adept in quite a few styles, such as salsa, which just happened to go with the music that was playing. He spun Lucretia, before pulling her into his arms, his right holding hers, as he began to lead her into a series of turns and twirls.

[Jonah]

Jonah's trip was shorter than he had anticipated but it had been good for him and he felt more...relaxed than he had in a long time. Normally he would only begrudgingly go to an event like this but he was honestly interested in attending. The only real difficulty was finding an outfit in the short amount of time but he managed to pull it off with an older ensemble that made him look like nosferatu. Without his monstrous appearance, he fit the Victorian theme perfectly and his large frame let him scan the crowd easily as he looked for familiar faces.

[Pyper]

Ballroom had been less prone to problems than salsa.

Then again, ballroom had involved the disadvantageous obstacle that was the modern day woman’s high heel. Lucretia, while wearing them to work to immerse into regular business habits and appropriate mannerisms, chose to leave the house in flats.

Flats had been recently introduced to her with the seasonal switch of items at a store the fair haired Telepath frequented.

The factor that hadn’t been input was the shard of focus the presumably feeble twenty-four year had polished off in her months MIA. The movement of zombies could be captured, or even seen before they happen. Charles tonight for all intents and purposes, was a zombie.

His foot, then her foot.
A spin, a twirl. Their arms would cross, mirror one another’s actions.

It was a competition.
It kept her smiling, kept her laughter bountiful.

“Impressive, Charles.”

[Mordechai]

The killer quietly sipped his drink as he stood stoically at the end of the bar, where light met shadow. His eyes drifted over the room as he waited patiently for an answer from his beloved. Zodiac, Pi, Doc, and a few others he knew, many that he had seen but not met, and a male with Lorelai. From her face and actions, this must be the Levi that she often spoke of. Turning to the night's tender, he gained a refill, then went back to watching the crowd interact. A dread- locked woman near the door drew his attention, her stiff body language belying the festive atmosphere, it seemed anger was on her palate, and he watched for a moment, deciding there was no threat to him. Turning his eyes back to the now filling dance floor, he realized that many he knew, were not dancing with those that at last knowledge, were their mates or partners.