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votivescholarsWelcome to the world of the Durants...
Guests from the Nexus are met by an Isidor who is still dressed for business when she PINpoints them directly to the venue. She is on a mission and pleasantries are swiftly exchanged so that she can give instructions and explain how the day is going to go. The first thing to hit them is that it's hot, and bright. They are now in France, Isidor tells them, her narrative changes appropriately as she leads them from the small stone building, through immaculate gardens and towards a sprawling palace which she insists is small for what it is. This is the home of Gnonyma Durant, her grandmother. A 17th Century French palace once owned by royalty but was gifted to her family as thanks for 'a service' which Isidor says was so private that even the mage's journal doesn't detail what it was.
The air is dry and still, which makes the cool shade of indoors a pleasant relief. Like the ornate facade, the interior of the building is lined with intricate mouldings; decorated with impressive portraits; painted in bright, colourful shades; and filled with flowers and draping fabric. There is plenty of space, a fact emphasised by tiled floors that amplify each step and word. It looks as though almost every room is being used, from the way all the doors are held open for the steady flow of traffic. They are, however, let through the building and out another door. It's the quickest way to where seats sit lined up to face a gazebo decorated with ribbons and flowers that stands in front of a pond that might as well be a lake. Some people might notice the air above them ripple slightly, which certainly has nothing to do with the perfectly ornate poles at each corner of the seating area.
There are already plenty of people milling about. Servants stride from one place to another, expertly staying out of the way of the guests. There are some men and women who are dressed well for the occasion, but like the servants they stay out of the way and scan the area repeatedly, making no attempts to engage with the guests - security, judging by their earpieces. Members of the Durant family are easy to spot. They move in groups or pairs, often getting headed off by people looking to talk to them. A large majority of them also sport sashes of either red or purple with gold trim and ornate pins that vary from person to person. This, Isidor explains, is how you spot a patron and an accomplished scholar, based on the red or purple respectively. Viatorus is not yet an accomplished scholar, which is why they have no sashes. Members of Runa's family are equally easy to spot for those that know her. They would be the large group of tall, golden haired men and women with the distinctive Swedish accents happily talking to anyone and everyone.
After guiding them to their seats she tells them that the ceremony will be another twenty minutes and takes her leave to go and sort out the other numerous things on her endless list. Nobody bothers them while they wait. Everyone is too busy spotting old friends or making their way to their seats. It's a good time to enjoy the scenery. There is a small collection of musicians with harps, violins and flutes to one side. Even the breeze is smelling sweet with the perfume of the bouquets.
Within fifteen minutes Viatorus appears in a tailored suit of light grey and deep purple. He is closely followed by an older, stocky looking man in a black suit and purple tie, and sporting a red and black sash that is even more ornate than any others. Whatever the man is saying to him Viatorus barely gets more of a wave of recognition in to his friends before he's being guided to the gazebo and kept there. Shortly after he's joined by a young man and two women with tanned skin and black hair dressed in simple, but high quality clothes of purple, draping fabric. They look as serious as the man beside Viatorus. That is about the time Isidor reappears in more appropriate attire. She in turn heralds the appearance of a woman who shares her features, dressed in elegant gold and black, who is accompanied by a man whose black suit and purple tie are considerably more simple than his purple sash. Its intricacy matches that of the red one worn by the man standing next to Viatorus. The mood seems to shift at the appearance of these last two guests, becoming quieter, expectant. The Durants gather together, and Viatorus' fidgeting increases tenfold as they exchange words. The men with the sashes and the woman in gold take their seats, many of the guests follow suit.
The ceremony begins...
The young man in purple walks with his staff to stand at the head of the aisle and asks that everyone takes their seats. Exactly twenty minutes after the Nexus guests were shown their seats, the ceremony begins. The young man introduces himself as the high priest of Despoina and welcomes them to the union of the two families Durant and Nyström. As it is a ceremony to mark the union of two families with two sets of tradition and two sets of gods to honour, this will be a merging of these two cultures. It will be a handfasting ceremony of the Old Ways, he explains. This means that the couple will be as man and wife for a year and a day, and after that time they must choose if they wish to marry or separate. The guests now better informed, the priest stands back under the gazebo where a nervous Viatorus and patient Isidor stand waiting. On cue, the musicians start playing unfamiliar, but pleasant music to introduce the arrival of Ingirun dressed in white and accompanied by a rounded, red cheeked man, and followed by a woman who must certainly be one of her sisters. Once she was beside Viatorus, Ingirun's father sat down and the ceremony began.
The priest talked of uniting the two families, naming the virtues of both, as he got the bride-and-groom-to-be to hold hands which he bound in ribbons. He then took them through their vows before invoking the gods and goddesses to bless the union. The mixture of Greek and Norse deities made for a complicated blessing that might have been compared to seeking the approval of two powerful families. With wishes given, the priest unwrapped their hands and had the betrothed drink from the same cup. All in all it was a short ceremony as ceremonies go. A few more blessings were given and then the couple were prompted to kiss to seal the pact, which a bright red Viatorus did, very timidly. Luckily that only made Runa beam more brightly than she already was.
Dinner was in a large hall with close family at the head of the room and everyone else seated at round tables. Every position was carefully chosen, of course. The inevitable speeches came from the father of the bride (who rambled joyously about how happy he was to see his daughter with such a fine young man) and the mother of the groom (who gently, warmly, welcomed Runa into the family and spoke of how proud she and his father were). Drinks were plentiful, as were the courses. There were six in total with a selection of each: Appetisers, soup, fish, the main course, dessert, and a palate cleanser. No one will be going hungry tonight, that's a certainty.
After dinner it's Isidor who stands to say a few last words. She thanks everyone for coming and instructs them to enjoy the evening and all the festivities which "will go on at least until dawn". With that, guests are bid to go and enjoy the entertainment filling the palace.
And now for the party...
There isn't a single place that isn't being used for the party. The gardens have pleasant music playing in them, chairs and tables laid out with cushions and blankets for people to lounge in. One of the largest halls is set out for dancers and their spectators to enjoy live musicians that will play ballroom music for the first part of the evening and be replaced by a band that plays modern music for the second. There is a small room of bookshelves and leather armchairs where men congregate to sip whiskey. Rooms with couches and chairs have people moving in and out of them joining and starting conversations. The priest tends to three statues of goddesses that stand at the end of one room. Here he collects gifts and offerings for the couple's happy future. A man with a perfect smile enthralls a crowd with stories that are only exciting because of the way he tells them. A demure woman facilitates a conversation between straight backed men with chiseled features and shorter tanned men who look equally as disciplined. Servants are found throughout, bringing drinks and snacks to anyone who asks or so much as looks as if they're considering either.
((Feel free to backtag, threadhop, start threads, look for more NPCs, whatever you like! If you're unsure of something, looking for more details, or want to plot then you know the drill - Send a message my way and we'll chat!
Note about gifts: It will say on your character's invitation that gifts are optional and it is suggested that a gift to the gods/goddesses would be more than suitable instead.))
The Nyströms | Hephaestia | The Archon, Liselotte & Stathis | The Priest | Oraskis - The Seer
Lieselotte or Stathis | Poenia & Sagyne | Harrowheart & Anna | Adia | Felix & Jim | Evening Event | Isidor | Klaus
Guests from the Nexus are met by an Isidor who is still dressed for business when she PINpoints them directly to the venue. She is on a mission and pleasantries are swiftly exchanged so that she can give instructions and explain how the day is going to go. The first thing to hit them is that it's hot, and bright. They are now in France, Isidor tells them, her narrative changes appropriately as she leads them from the small stone building, through immaculate gardens and towards a sprawling palace which she insists is small for what it is. This is the home of Gnonyma Durant, her grandmother. A 17th Century French palace once owned by royalty but was gifted to her family as thanks for 'a service' which Isidor says was so private that even the mage's journal doesn't detail what it was.
The air is dry and still, which makes the cool shade of indoors a pleasant relief. Like the ornate facade, the interior of the building is lined with intricate mouldings; decorated with impressive portraits; painted in bright, colourful shades; and filled with flowers and draping fabric. There is plenty of space, a fact emphasised by tiled floors that amplify each step and word. It looks as though almost every room is being used, from the way all the doors are held open for the steady flow of traffic. They are, however, let through the building and out another door. It's the quickest way to where seats sit lined up to face a gazebo decorated with ribbons and flowers that stands in front of a pond that might as well be a lake. Some people might notice the air above them ripple slightly, which certainly has nothing to do with the perfectly ornate poles at each corner of the seating area.
There are already plenty of people milling about. Servants stride from one place to another, expertly staying out of the way of the guests. There are some men and women who are dressed well for the occasion, but like the servants they stay out of the way and scan the area repeatedly, making no attempts to engage with the guests - security, judging by their earpieces. Members of the Durant family are easy to spot. They move in groups or pairs, often getting headed off by people looking to talk to them. A large majority of them also sport sashes of either red or purple with gold trim and ornate pins that vary from person to person. This, Isidor explains, is how you spot a patron and an accomplished scholar, based on the red or purple respectively. Viatorus is not yet an accomplished scholar, which is why they have no sashes. Members of Runa's family are equally easy to spot for those that know her. They would be the large group of tall, golden haired men and women with the distinctive Swedish accents happily talking to anyone and everyone.
After guiding them to their seats she tells them that the ceremony will be another twenty minutes and takes her leave to go and sort out the other numerous things on her endless list. Nobody bothers them while they wait. Everyone is too busy spotting old friends or making their way to their seats. It's a good time to enjoy the scenery. There is a small collection of musicians with harps, violins and flutes to one side. Even the breeze is smelling sweet with the perfume of the bouquets.
Within fifteen minutes Viatorus appears in a tailored suit of light grey and deep purple. He is closely followed by an older, stocky looking man in a black suit and purple tie, and sporting a red and black sash that is even more ornate than any others. Whatever the man is saying to him Viatorus barely gets more of a wave of recognition in to his friends before he's being guided to the gazebo and kept there. Shortly after he's joined by a young man and two women with tanned skin and black hair dressed in simple, but high quality clothes of purple, draping fabric. They look as serious as the man beside Viatorus. That is about the time Isidor reappears in more appropriate attire. She in turn heralds the appearance of a woman who shares her features, dressed in elegant gold and black, who is accompanied by a man whose black suit and purple tie are considerably more simple than his purple sash. Its intricacy matches that of the red one worn by the man standing next to Viatorus. The mood seems to shift at the appearance of these last two guests, becoming quieter, expectant. The Durants gather together, and Viatorus' fidgeting increases tenfold as they exchange words. The men with the sashes and the woman in gold take their seats, many of the guests follow suit.
The ceremony begins...
The young man in purple walks with his staff to stand at the head of the aisle and asks that everyone takes their seats. Exactly twenty minutes after the Nexus guests were shown their seats, the ceremony begins. The young man introduces himself as the high priest of Despoina and welcomes them to the union of the two families Durant and Nyström. As it is a ceremony to mark the union of two families with two sets of tradition and two sets of gods to honour, this will be a merging of these two cultures. It will be a handfasting ceremony of the Old Ways, he explains. This means that the couple will be as man and wife for a year and a day, and after that time they must choose if they wish to marry or separate. The guests now better informed, the priest stands back under the gazebo where a nervous Viatorus and patient Isidor stand waiting. On cue, the musicians start playing unfamiliar, but pleasant music to introduce the arrival of Ingirun dressed in white and accompanied by a rounded, red cheeked man, and followed by a woman who must certainly be one of her sisters. Once she was beside Viatorus, Ingirun's father sat down and the ceremony began.
The priest talked of uniting the two families, naming the virtues of both, as he got the bride-and-groom-to-be to hold hands which he bound in ribbons. He then took them through their vows before invoking the gods and goddesses to bless the union. The mixture of Greek and Norse deities made for a complicated blessing that might have been compared to seeking the approval of two powerful families. With wishes given, the priest unwrapped their hands and had the betrothed drink from the same cup. All in all it was a short ceremony as ceremonies go. A few more blessings were given and then the couple were prompted to kiss to seal the pact, which a bright red Viatorus did, very timidly. Luckily that only made Runa beam more brightly than she already was.
Dinner was in a large hall with close family at the head of the room and everyone else seated at round tables. Every position was carefully chosen, of course. The inevitable speeches came from the father of the bride (who rambled joyously about how happy he was to see his daughter with such a fine young man) and the mother of the groom (who gently, warmly, welcomed Runa into the family and spoke of how proud she and his father were). Drinks were plentiful, as were the courses. There were six in total with a selection of each: Appetisers, soup, fish, the main course, dessert, and a palate cleanser. No one will be going hungry tonight, that's a certainty.
After dinner it's Isidor who stands to say a few last words. She thanks everyone for coming and instructs them to enjoy the evening and all the festivities which "will go on at least until dawn". With that, guests are bid to go and enjoy the entertainment filling the palace.
And now for the party...
There isn't a single place that isn't being used for the party. The gardens have pleasant music playing in them, chairs and tables laid out with cushions and blankets for people to lounge in. One of the largest halls is set out for dancers and their spectators to enjoy live musicians that will play ballroom music for the first part of the evening and be replaced by a band that plays modern music for the second. There is a small room of bookshelves and leather armchairs where men congregate to sip whiskey. Rooms with couches and chairs have people moving in and out of them joining and starting conversations. The priest tends to three statues of goddesses that stand at the end of one room. Here he collects gifts and offerings for the couple's happy future. A man with a perfect smile enthralls a crowd with stories that are only exciting because of the way he tells them. A demure woman facilitates a conversation between straight backed men with chiseled features and shorter tanned men who look equally as disciplined. Servants are found throughout, bringing drinks and snacks to anyone who asks or so much as looks as if they're considering either.
((Feel free to backtag, threadhop, start threads, look for more NPCs, whatever you like! If you're unsure of something, looking for more details, or want to plot then you know the drill - Send a message my way and we'll chat!
Note about gifts: It will say on your character's invitation that gifts are optional and it is suggested that a gift to the gods/goddesses would be more than suitable instead.))
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The Nyströms | Hephaestia | The Archon, Liselotte & Stathis | The Priest | Oraskis - The Seer
Lieselotte or Stathis | Poenia & Sagyne | Harrowheart & Anna | Adia | Felix & Jim | Evening Event | Isidor | Klaus
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Date: 2017-06-22 01:27 pm (UTC)His trailed off question is met with a brief look of bemusement, but she doesn't think much more of it. "Yes, prevention reasons. The Intercolonial Center for Disease Control had a number of facilities, but they liked to put us in out of the way places. My own research is focused on human disease, but there was some work on diseases impacting livestock, too." She smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Not much use for the latter anymore.
As he describes the varied work of his crew, her smile grows wistful and a touch envious. "Your ship sounds like a marvel compared to ours. Does your helmsman ever visit the Nexus to look at plants? There was a park I used to frequent that had plants that moved on their own."
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Date: 2017-06-22 10:53 pm (UTC)"That must keep you gainfully employed. My CMO likes to list off every conceivable way we could all die at any moment in space whenever he gets nervous." Jim rolls his eyes at Bones' rants and gives a tiny shake of his head. "List gets longer every day we're on mission."
"Ah, I've brought back samples for them to study, however for the time being access to the Nexus directly is restricted to myself, my Chief Medical Officer, and my First Officer. An incident occurred a couple of years ago where a Starfleet admiral deliberately tried to provoke a war between the Federation planets and outside species."
Jim gets very quiet when he mentions the first Khan event. It didn't end very well for him.
"Since then, we've been a lot more careful about discoveries such at the Nexus. In the wrong hands, the Nexus could easily be used as a tool for warfare. I can't let that happen."
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Date: 2017-06-23 01:16 am (UTC)"Oh... oh, that's right. You told me about that when you answered my question about keeping the Nexus a secret..." She falls silent when Jim explains why he has to be so careful. She doesn't miss how quiet he gets. That incident must have hurt him somehow. It reminds her of what he's been through recently, too. How much worse it could have been if his ship had been dragged into it.
Gently, she places a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry that your universe is still touched by war. It's why I still haven't told anyone in my fleet about the Nexus. It could give our enemy an advantage... or spread our war to other worlds. I don't want anyone else to suffer the way we have."
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Date: 2017-06-23 06:59 pm (UTC)She's so very kind. Jim wishes he could do more for her.
"That's....that's similar to how I feel. I wish I didn't have to mistrust my own people, but...the risks are too great." And he's been wrong before. Had been wrong about Admiral Marcus. "But you can ask your friends for help, if..if you ever need it. I'd be more than willing to hop over with you to lend a hand."
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Date: 2017-06-25 01:30 am (UTC)It's a touching offer, though, and she pats his arm once before withdrawing her hand. "I have had others help me in the Nexus, though. Many times over..." Her gaze drifts over to the mansion where Felix is no doubt working the room. "People are so generous. I'm very lucky to have the friends that I do."
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Date: 2017-06-25 02:09 pm (UTC)This time his smile is a bit wider. Why shouldn't it be? Jim Kirk would do nearly anything for his friends, and Adia counts among them. She's always looking out for others. Someone needs to look out for her as well.
"Well, that's kind of how the Nexus is though. You think I haven't been helped on numerous occasions there? That's half of why I'm here tonight. Viatorus helped me out quite a bit during the body swapping fiasco a ways back. I've kept in touch since."
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Date: 2017-06-25 03:11 pm (UTC)She sits up a bit straighter at the mention of body swapping. "Blaze told me about that... well, Isidor, too, actually. I'm sorry you were affected by that, too. Um... is it to personal to ask whose body you switched with?" Blaze was cheerfully forthcoming about her swap with Hughes, but she still doesn't know whose Viatorus switched with, just that it was terribly inconvenient.
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Date: 2017-06-26 03:49 pm (UTC)"It was..I.." He keeps starting the sentence and then half shaking his head, as though rejecting his own words.
"It was ah..Ixis Naugus."
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Date: 2017-06-27 01:11 pm (UTC)And what an answer it is! She cringes in sympathy. "Oh, Jim, I'm so sorry, that must have been awful. Naugus is so... well, that claw of his. And his tail! How long were you stuck in his body?"
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Date: 2017-06-27 02:27 pm (UTC)Jim winces in memory. The flirting with Felix, the...invasion of his personal space in so many ways that Jim cannot begin to quantify in polite conversation (you don't start shaving hair off another man's body without permission, even if you're the one in it ok). It had certainly been...an experience.
At the same time though, it sort of helped bring them together and stop fighting nearly so much as they used to. Things have been weird between them ever since that whole thing went down.
"It wasn't that bad, being him. Awkward, but once I got used to it..." He shrugs. "It was...nice. To get a full night's sleep for a change. To be able to eat things I can't normally have. Plus, Naugus is ripped. So not fair." Hard to believe, but under all those robes is a six pack that won't quit.
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Date: 2017-06-28 01:59 am (UTC)Adia does not want to think about what's hiding under all those robes, but it is a relief to know that it wasn't all bad for Jim. "I'm glad you got something good out of it," she says, her smile returning. "All the same, I'd rather have your body than his."
And then she turns bright red, a hand flying up to her mouth. "Oh," she squeaks. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that! Sorry!"
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Date: 2017-06-30 06:11 pm (UTC)"But no, no lasting harm done. Felix did flirt with him quite a lot before he caught on that wasn't me though." It's not even funny in retrospect. Still the same kind of slightly horrifying. Though, an eyebrow shoots up at Adia's phrasing and hasty backpedaling.
"I know what you meant." He grins a bit and then shakes his head. "It's fine. I didn't take it that way, and even if it was? I'm flattered you'd think so. But let's be honest here, it's really not like it's much of a choice, right?"
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Date: 2017-07-01 12:36 am (UTC)Adia seems to share Jim's sentiment over Felix's misstep, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Naugus didn't tell him right away that he wasn't you? That's terrible." And kind of gross. But mostly terrible.
Relieved that he didn't misinterpret her, it still takes some time for her blush to fade. The last thing she wants Jim to think is that she's flirting, especially after telling her about the Felix fiasco. But he does have a point. She smiles sheepishly. "No, not really a choice,"
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Date: 2017-07-02 09:28 pm (UTC)Despite not getting along, some things are more important than their long lasting pissing contest the two of them have had since they met.
The safety of the Nexus at large is one of them
"Don't worry none, I won't tell anyone you had an even slightly sexy thought about me." He only teases for a moment and then gives her a wink before mercifully moving on from the topic. He really doesn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but Jim is a vain man even at his most polite.
"Anyway, it's better that you missed out on that whole fiasco. This is a much better outing to be a part of, you know? Supporting Viatorus and his fiance, enjoying a night out. Much less stressful."
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Date: 2017-07-03 06:39 pm (UTC)Three guesses which of her friends he managed to insult, and the first two don't count. (Unless Jim guesses Reynard, and then that also counts.)
His wink makes her giggle, although truthfully, Jim isn't really her type. She's more than happy to leave that topic behind, and she nods happily in agreement to the assessment of the evening. "A good excuse to get off my ship," she says, then laughs lightly. "For you, too, although I imagine your ship is far nicer than mine."
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Date: 2017-07-10 03:44 pm (UTC)The eyeroll Jim gives says all it needs to about his opinion of Naugus' eternal struggle with anything remotely scientific or technology based. He's the worst kind of stubborn grandfather.
"Adia." Jim takes a sharp breath and shakes his head. "There are universal truths in the world. And one of them is, you never talk shit about another person's ship. We're from entirely different universes. Mine's bound to be different from yours. But I'd wager your captain thinks the world of it, just as I do mine."
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Date: 2017-07-10 04:52 pm (UTC)She trails off, not wanting to stutter through her excuses. Jim's right, it's not fair to compare her ship with his. And hasn't Captain Souza and her crew worked tirelessly to keep the Chiron running all through the war?
"I chose to work on the Chiron," she says finally, wanting to her explain herself. "I wanted to. I loved being in space. But-- but that was when I had a planet to return to. A home. It's not the same now." She takes a deep breath and dares to look at the Captain. "Your ship is designed for exploration, right? Mine isn't. Even though we're heading towards Earth... we're not prepared."
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Date: 2017-07-11 04:38 pm (UTC)Jim rubs at the back of his neck, worry creasing his features and tensing his posture momentarily. He has a bad habit of shoving his foot in his mouth even with the best of intentions, but it's not often on purpose. And certainly not this time.
"I meant. Uh. More. It would be kind of awful of me to compare your ship to mine, you know? Because I know how touchy I am about people shit talking the Enterprise. I'd never provoke someone else about the same thing. It's a matter of pride, you know? As a captain, my ship is my life. I just figured..."
Jim trails off while he looks around. Watches Adia's face as best he can when she speaks up. At least he hasn't horribly offended her or anything but there's still a pang of guilt for being insensitive.
"Y-yeah."
He nods along with her explanation.
"No one's ever really prepared, out there. You do what you can with what you've got. I've seen my ship nearly destroyed twice now. Even with it being designed for exploration."
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Date: 2017-07-13 01:19 pm (UTC)She had been full of nervous excitement when she first boarded the Chiron, but there was a sense of security, too. Space travel was safe, a regular occurrence for some people. The war changed everything. It took away every last reassurance that she had.
But, from the way Jim speaks, it sounds like there are no guarantees on his ship, either. "I'm sorry to hear that... we've had a number of close calls. We lost one of our ships -- a cruise liner -- when a Cylon detonated a nuclear bomb on it." She looks up at him hopefully. "But your ship survived... and it's safe now?"
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Date: 2017-07-14 06:31 pm (UTC)Jim understands that. Adia has been through so much in her world. And to be so kind to everyone in the Nexus despite what she's been through, well. He respects his friend quite a bit for it. Even if she also doesn't terribly get along with Naugus, she's a heck of a lot nicer about it than Jim ever was.
She confirms it with the mention of the nuclear weapon. And gods, still using those bombs even in her time of space travel and colonies? It turns his stomach.
"It's in good hands and still puttering along the darker corners of the galaxy." He confirms, the barest hints of a proud smile on his face.
He's aware the conversation has turned heavy for what should be a celebration, and glances around thoughtfully before smiling brighter to Adia.
"For tonight though, we should be celebrating for Viatorus' sake. He'd be worried sick if he could see how serious we were. Do you like to dance? I'd be honored to take you to the floor or..." He trails off momentarily. Adia had come out here to get away from all the people.
"If you'd rather, we could move closer to the doorway and dance out here where there's no one else to bump into."
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Date: 2017-07-14 07:53 pm (UTC)Nuclear weapons, torture, and death by airlock. It must seem like the stone age compared to Jim's world, but it hasn't hardened Adia's heart at all. She hasn't said a cruel or hateful word about the Cylons either.
She smiles softly when he confirms that his ship is doing well, then blinks at his request to dance. Biting her lower lip, she hesitates to say no, but the thought of dancing near all those well-to-do mages in their fancy shoes...
But then Jim modifies his offer, and she is so touched that he would take her shyness into consideration that she smiles and nods. "I'd love to. By the doorway is fine."
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Date: 2017-07-15 12:59 am (UTC)"I know a few ballroom waltzes, if you'd like me to teach them to you. Just in case anyone in there asks you to dance. Or you can show me a dance from your world, if you'd prefer."
Jim doesn't rush as he leads Adia toward the entrance back into the reception hall. Over here the music is louder and more distinct than back in front of the fountain where they'd been. They're far enough out yet that any conversation inside is still indistinct murmuring, though close enough that the lights from inside make it easy to see what they're doing.
Everything is classical of some variety to Jim here, but he listens to the flow and pacing of the music with an appreciative ear.
"They've got a lovely batch of performers, by the sound of it."
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Date: 2017-07-15 02:01 am (UTC)"A waltz is fine. Whatever you'd like to teach me." She laughs softly. "I can teach you to line dance sometime but I don't think it's the right kind of dance for this party." It's best done in casual clothes, and she's not about to trip over her heels in front of everyone.
She walks with him, relieved that they stop short of the entrance. It's too nice out to go back in, even if she weren't put out by the crowd. "They are lovely," she agrees quietly, entranced by the music. "I haven't heard music like that in a long time..."
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Date: 2017-07-15 06:48 pm (UTC)The captain chuckles at his own admission before extending a hand out to Adia. The most basic waltz is nothing fancy. Turning and swaying to the music while Jim leads her in a series of simple steps in a circle around the garden's entryway.
"Not a whole lot of places play this kind of classical music where I'm from either. It's a nice change of pace." Jim's voice is quiet now, close as he is to Adia. Though he's careful not to get closer than he needs to, nor to touch her more than necessary. Adia is a shy lady and Jim offered to take her to dance to cheer her up.
It wouldn't do in the least if he ended up making her uncomfortable instead.
"You're pretty good at this, you know."
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Date: 2017-07-15 09:22 pm (UTC)Taking his hand, she places her other on his shoulder as he leads her into a waltz. She's familiar with the style of dance, as well as the music. It should strike her as peculiar, but instead she finds is comforting, another reminder of home. Jim is a perfect gentleman, and she's about as comfortable as she can be, dancing with someone she considers a friend. "That's a shame," she replies. "Waltzes are so pretty."
The compliment makes her blush, but she smiles, too. "I must have learned it a long time ago. The last time I danced was the Halloween party with Reynard, and before that... I can't remember when."
She never danced aboard the Chiron, certainly. It was always fast-paced pop music. Caspar would keep her company off to the side so they could deflect any cajoling from friends to join them on the dance floor. Maybe... if it had been music like this, and he had asked...
"Felix will dance with you, won't he?" she asks quietly, as he leads her through another circle.
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