Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others What: Catchall for the rest of December + Eventual Gala stuff When: December Where: Wherever Warning(s): None yet! Will warn in threads if necessary.
[ Percival, she has no hands. You can't hold a hot glue gun with no hands. ]
You should know that willingly is a stretch for much of where I go. Though I suppose I do have much to be grateful for, that someone thought to bring me along at all.
[ Even if she cannot do anything here besides people-watch (-sense). So at his eventual query, she chuckles softly. ]
No, I do not, [ says Eyes-Closed-Since-We've-Met McGee, though it is faintly more tiredly amused than it is irritated. ] I do enjoy listening, in more ways than one. I have never attended such a festive gathering. Such a hopeful aura there is in the air tonight.
[ It's strange, almost overwhelming, after all her time spent in a miserable purgatory, inside of an already miserable purgatory. But by no means unpleasant. She cocks her head faintly in his direction. He may not be native, but it seems to her as if he has been awake in this place for longer than she. ]
Apparently in spite of some mutual discourse. Are we witness to a rarity this evening, would you say? Or are such occasions more commonplace than one might assume?
[ Perhaps he should have surmised as much given that she needed his help to navigate the spaceship they’d been assigned to, but once she’d revealed her ghostly form, he doesn’t really know what to believe.
And then, as she continues, confirming that not only does she apparently not have free reign over where she goes, but she cannot see the sights around her, his expression suddenly softens considerably. It should have clued him in that in her ghostly form, he has never actually seen her eyes, but she moves with absolutely no trouble, so he truly had no idea.
Now, however, even though she doesn’t explicitly spell it out, the implication is pretty clear. ]
Hmm. I apologize for my presumption.
I have only been here a couple of months, but this is the first gathering of this sort… there have been feasts and such, but never anything this lavish. Certainly never any gathering that involved both factions working together. Most likely, this is why we’re witnessing something so elaborate.
[ He pauses for a bit before continuing. If she can’t move wherever she wants to, does that mean she’s been sitting here for a long time? ]
None whatsoever, but, think nothing of it. You are certainly not the first to make a presumption.
[ And he's not gonna be the last by a long shot. She really ought to compile an FAQ to dump on people that are so keen to ask so many questions... At his explanation, she hums thoughtfully. Of course it's something quite political, a gathering between two cities on edge, but she has not been around long enough to glean just how separated the two of them apparently are. ] There are, I suppose, worse ways to break the tension.
[ Perhaps a sign of better things to come. ... Probably not. Social reform does not come about through feasts and parties, but they are a better omen than acts of violence. Though, she scantly has any stakes in the matter, so whatever. His question is immediately more relevant, even if she frowns at first, brows furrowing. ]
I have no immediate, pressing desires, no. However if you would prefer to be stretching your legs, I would not say no to a lift.
[ He's not wrong, she has been here quite a while. May as well hitchhike to the next table... And despite all initial impressions, he is being rather tolerable now. Quite informative, actually. Don't leave. ]
[ There is something about the way she breaks the reality of the situation that affects him deeply; deeper than he could have anticipated. To be trapped yet sentient— completely at the whims of whoever might be kind enough to pick her up and move her. How boring it must be to have to live like that.
It sounds like torture.
Which is why he's inclined to act rather uncharacteristically... lighthearted. He doubts someone like Sandra would appreciate expressed pity. She's too much like himself in that regard. ]
A lift... I'll do you one better. Will you honor me with a dance? Given that these occasions are such a rarity, we may as well enjoy this one.
[ It is torture, plain and simple, but it is a brand of torture she has long since come to terms with. Now, though, she has many more places to go, as opposed to simply sitting in one place and being taken to the action by the blackwagon... And so many more people that seem willing to carry her along. She can read his unspoken pity, easily, though that he would leave it unspoken is more than enough for her. She has had plenty of centuries' worth of vacuous pity. Oh how awful, now back on the shelf you go. At least bypass the worthless words. ]
[ And so his offer is a welcome one, even if it catches her off guard at first, as she tilts her head to quietly regard him. So many more people that seem willing to carry her along, give her the time of day... treat her like a person. ]
If you wish to gallivant around the hall with a gaudy centerpiece in your arms, then by all means. [ She grins, faintly, and offers a hand palm-up. Even though that isn't what he ought to reach for. ] I must warn you though, I am quite rusty in this regard.
[ (She's never danced properly in her life. Save for the lively little two-step one Richie Tozier taught her at some point, but it doesn't feel quite appropriate for the direction the music has drifted. Or for her slightly more dignified partner.) ]
[ As much as he wouldn't deny the feeling of pity and concern for Sandra's emotional state, he is more than happy to keep the atmosphere lighthearted. He too, would rather save face than show vulnerability, and it's a trait that he's beginning to find admirable in Sandra. It tells him that she is stronger of spirit than most. ]
Don't sell yourself short. Whoever did this had a very festive spirit they wanted to portray. [ It's a joke. He reaches for both-- the orb under one arm for practicality, and his other hand extended to her offered one for plausibility. This time, he's mentally prepared for the significantly cooler temperature her presence brings to his skin. ]
You are physically incapable of stepping on my feet, which puts you ahead of most people I've shared a dance with tonight.
[ For his part, he begins to move his feet just as he would with anyone else, careful not to step into Sandra's "path". ]
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You should know that willingly is a stretch for much of where I go. Though I suppose I do have much to be grateful for, that someone thought to bring me along at all.
[ Even if she cannot do anything here besides people-watch (-sense). So at his eventual query, she chuckles softly. ]
No, I do not, [ says Eyes-Closed-Since-We've-Met McGee, though it is faintly more tiredly amused than it is irritated. ] I do enjoy listening, in more ways than one. I have never attended such a festive gathering. Such a hopeful aura there is in the air tonight.
[ It's strange, almost overwhelming, after all her time spent in a miserable purgatory, inside of an already miserable purgatory. But by no means unpleasant. She cocks her head faintly in his direction. He may not be native, but it seems to her as if he has been awake in this place for longer than she. ]
Apparently in spite of some mutual discourse. Are we witness to a rarity this evening, would you say? Or are such occasions more commonplace than one might assume?
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[ Perhaps he should have surmised as much given that she needed his help to navigate the spaceship they’d been assigned to, but once she’d revealed her ghostly form, he doesn’t really know what to believe.
And then, as she continues, confirming that not only does she apparently not have free reign over where she goes, but she cannot see the sights around her, his expression suddenly softens considerably. It should have clued him in that in her ghostly form, he has never actually seen her eyes, but she moves with absolutely no trouble, so he truly had no idea.
Now, however, even though she doesn’t explicitly spell it out, the implication is pretty clear. ]
Hmm. I apologize for my presumption.
I have only been here a couple of months, but this is the first gathering of this sort… there have been feasts and such, but never anything this lavish. Certainly never any gathering that involved both factions working together. Most likely, this is why we’re witnessing something so elaborate.
[ He pauses for a bit before continuing. If she can’t move wherever she wants to, does that mean she’s been sitting here for a long time? ]
Do you want to go anywhere, Sandra?
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[ And he's not gonna be the last by a long shot. She really ought to compile an FAQ to dump on people that are so keen to ask so many questions... At his explanation, she hums thoughtfully. Of course it's something quite political, a gathering between two cities on edge, but she has not been around long enough to glean just how separated the two of them apparently are. ] There are, I suppose, worse ways to break the tension.
[ Perhaps a sign of better things to come. ... Probably not. Social reform does not come about through feasts and parties, but they are a better omen than acts of violence. Though, she scantly has any stakes in the matter, so whatever. His question is immediately more relevant, even if she frowns at first, brows furrowing. ]
I have no immediate, pressing desires, no. However if you would prefer to be stretching your legs, I would not say no to a lift.
[ He's not wrong, she has been here quite a while. May as well hitchhike to the next table... And despite all initial impressions, he is being rather tolerable now. Quite informative, actually. Don't leave. ]
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It sounds like torture.
Which is why he's inclined to act rather uncharacteristically... lighthearted. He doubts someone like Sandra would appreciate expressed pity. She's too much like himself in that regard. ]
A lift... I'll do you one better. Will you honor me with a dance? Given that these occasions are such a rarity, we may as well enjoy this one.
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[ And so his offer is a welcome one, even if it catches her off guard at first, as she tilts her head to quietly regard him. So many more people that seem willing to carry her along, give her the time of day... treat her like a person. ]
If you wish to gallivant around the hall with a gaudy centerpiece in your arms, then by all means. [ She grins, faintly, and offers a hand palm-up. Even though that isn't what he ought to reach for. ] I must warn you though, I am quite rusty in this regard.
[ (She's never danced properly in her life. Save for the lively little two-step one Richie Tozier taught her at some point, but it doesn't feel quite appropriate for the direction the music has drifted. Or for her slightly more dignified partner.) ]
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Don't sell yourself short. Whoever did this had a very festive spirit they wanted to portray. [ It's a joke. He reaches for both-- the orb under one arm for practicality, and his other hand extended to her offered one for plausibility. This time, he's mentally prepared for the significantly cooler temperature her presence brings to his skin. ]
You are physically incapable of stepping on my feet, which puts you ahead of most people I've shared a dance with tonight.
[ For his part, he begins to move his feet just as he would with anyone else, careful not to step into Sandra's "path". ]