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Tony Stark ([personal profile] runs_on_batteries) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2019-08-23 09:46 pm

Let's Have a Party!

Who: Everyone!
What: Throwing a party
Where: Gym carriage
When: Early Evening- early morning, Apple 28

It was three days after the incident with the train and right at two weeks since they'd been allowed to get off this train and roam a new world. Sure somewhere in there, they'd had a brief reprieve involving a new platform and mess of newcomers, but that had hardly counted as a break from the train. So, the point was, they needed a chance to blow off some steam. What better way than organize a party and roll out the last of his ale to share?

He'd recruited Sarai and Maglor to play their harps and/ or sing for music; Ignis, Ash and Evie to make hors d'oeuvres, Dread and Peter to bring in some chairs; and rigged a lamp and some cloth to make a disco ball-like display in the room (which he made Peter to promise not to touch).

Now he just had to get the guests on the dance floor... to harp music? He misses 'regular' music. Sigh.
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Re: Dancing!

[personal profile] hibana_incursa 2019-08-26 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Gwen steps into the waltz with ease, grinning at Mr Stark.

"I was public schooled. I have no idea." She could have gone to a private school. And at one point, she faked her way through one for a week before heading back to her own universe. But that's not enough time to know how private schools and boarding schools worked.

"Okay, so..." She's gotta point out what you're doing wrong, Mr Stark. So she starts giving him pointers. That foot goes there, this one here, move that one now. She's hoping that soon enough he'll pick it up. Not that he's bad. She's just been doing this forever.

"Yeah? Maybe the next place we stop, we can find a junk yard or something and poke around."
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Re: Dancing!

[personal profile] hibana_incursa 2019-08-26 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
The second Gwen realizes she insulted tony, her eyes widen in alarm.

“Oh, my God I’m sorry. It’s habit. I was teaching my dad how to waltz for some stupid police officers ball he had to go to a few weeks ago in my world and the habit to give it pointers just stuck. I really did not mean to be an ass just now. It’s not my standards. I promise. It’s really just impulse.”

Oh man does she feel gross now.

“You’re doing fine. I promise. I’ll stop with the bull unless you ask.”