Cain Hargreaves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misterblackbird) wrote2008-10-24 07:42 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2008-10-24 07:42 pm
Entry 224; Day 538
[Filtered from Known Enemies || Unhackable]
I think it was wise of me to keep off the Network a few days ago, when everyone was either demanding truth or setting one another off on dares. It didn't take me long to catch on to how that game worked: the name is what it is, truth or dare. I think the vestiges of the curse are still lingering, or so the Network would have me believe. You can say you were cursed, but you're still the fool for agreeing to either tell your truth or take on the dare. And more the fool for keeping to your dare after the fact. Well done on that.
But after a bit of peace, now it seems the arena has been redecorated. I'm beginning to think that we'll have to endure some kind of competition every weekend from here on. I'm not looking forward to it, not as the weeks wear on. I think it can only get worse. But there's another competition to play out this weekend: not bloodsports or racing this time, but dancing. That's a mercy compared to the other competitions.
Yes, of course I've decided to enter these competitions. I hardly think I'm cursed, but why would I be afraid of these contests? Cursed or not, why shouldn't I enter myself into these competitions? It's already done, and Miss Reinette is my partner for these dances. So now I have to dance.
But I don't see why there's such concern over it all. There were risks in my day, with wax dripping off the chandeliers, certain soldiers refusing to take off their spurs, women with sharp charms on their bracelets swinging around. Really, if one knows how to dance, it's no trouble at all. I suppose it's awkwardness, shyness, and inexperience that's bringing up such anxiety across the Network. I say this dancing is far more enjoyable than a competition. It's how I used to spend more than a few evenings. And my friends can prove that I was just saying how I missed it, dancing, seeing the ladies like bright silk flowers spinning on the arms of the gentlemen. I intend to have dancing at the party I'm going to give. Consider this a practice, then, if you intend to dance after dinner with me.
I suppose one could have called the social dances and balls in my world competitions too, of a sort. It wasn't called 'the marriage market' for nothing, after all. One had to dance, and dance well, hold conversation well, match well, and if all went well, one would be married. Or so the typical track went. I preferred to play. I hardly followed the typical track, and well did they know it. And I certainly wasn't above charging across a quadrille out of sheer boredom with the thing, so long as I had a partner who'd run with me, or whom I could snatch along with me. Quadrilles are tedious. Waltzes are far more enjoyable. The Viennese, I'm told, like to refer to their style as a 'flying' waltz, and with good reason the way they glide around. English or Viennese, I'll take it either way. Perhaps the showy version would be better, though.
Of course, waltzes are also scandalous, the way one clings to one's partner, swirling and rushing around. Truly, an outrage. Miss Reinette, I do apologise for such indiscretion with you. I'm sure you neither mind nor object. You are a splendid partner, I know. And I'm certain you know how to waltz, as well? I'm sure you know the current dances, at least.
I'm not yet sure against whom we're to dance. We've time yet for a round of practice or two, if you'd like. There are enough practice rooms, complete with mirrors and the proper floors, in the opera house. Do feel free to pay a visit this evening and we can dance a round or two to make certain of ourselves. I don't think that we especially need it, not so well as I'm sure that you follow, but it does one well to have it so settled as to be habit. (That was how one could converse and dance at the same time, of course.)
I suppose I'm to wear white tie. All the bits are somewhere in my closet, I know. I've not had call to wear it in ages. Tails are easy, but that waistcoat is eluding me. And I'm probably supposed to wear gloves too, which I hardly ever do except in the cold. I may have to go and find some decent gloves before our competition. I've time, I think.
Whoever it is we're to dance against, I've no concern about them. Perhaps it's arrogant of me to say so, but they haven't a chance.
~C.
[ooc: Strictly ballroom, bitches. Reinette-mun? Is this okay? I really, really I hope I didn't godmod her, but drop me a line if need be and I'll edit right away ♥]
I think it was wise of me to keep off the Network a few days ago, when everyone was either demanding truth or setting one another off on dares. It didn't take me long to catch on to how that game worked: the name is what it is, truth or dare. I think the vestiges of the curse are still lingering, or so the Network would have me believe. You can say you were cursed, but you're still the fool for agreeing to either tell your truth or take on the dare. And more the fool for keeping to your dare after the fact. Well done on that.
But after a bit of peace, now it seems the arena has been redecorated. I'm beginning to think that we'll have to endure some kind of competition every weekend from here on. I'm not looking forward to it, not as the weeks wear on. I think it can only get worse. But there's another competition to play out this weekend: not bloodsports or racing this time, but dancing. That's a mercy compared to the other competitions.
Yes, of course I've decided to enter these competitions. I hardly think I'm cursed, but why would I be afraid of these contests? Cursed or not, why shouldn't I enter myself into these competitions? It's already done, and Miss Reinette is my partner for these dances. So now I have to dance.
But I don't see why there's such concern over it all. There were risks in my day, with wax dripping off the chandeliers, certain soldiers refusing to take off their spurs, women with sharp charms on their bracelets swinging around. Really, if one knows how to dance, it's no trouble at all. I suppose it's awkwardness, shyness, and inexperience that's bringing up such anxiety across the Network. I say this dancing is far more enjoyable than a competition. It's how I used to spend more than a few evenings. And my friends can prove that I was just saying how I missed it, dancing, seeing the ladies like bright silk flowers spinning on the arms of the gentlemen. I intend to have dancing at the party I'm going to give. Consider this a practice, then, if you intend to dance after dinner with me.
I suppose one could have called the social dances and balls in my world competitions too, of a sort. It wasn't called 'the marriage market' for nothing, after all. One had to dance, and dance well, hold conversation well, match well, and if all went well, one would be married. Or so the typical track went. I preferred to play. I hardly followed the typical track, and well did they know it. And I certainly wasn't above charging across a quadrille out of sheer boredom with the thing, so long as I had a partner who'd run with me, or whom I could snatch along with me. Quadrilles are tedious. Waltzes are far more enjoyable. The Viennese, I'm told, like to refer to their style as a 'flying' waltz, and with good reason the way they glide around. English or Viennese, I'll take it either way. Perhaps the showy version would be better, though.
Of course, waltzes are also scandalous, the way one clings to one's partner, swirling and rushing around. Truly, an outrage. Miss Reinette, I do apologise for such indiscretion with you. I'm sure you neither mind nor object. You are a splendid partner, I know. And I'm certain you know how to waltz, as well? I'm sure you know the current dances, at least.
I'm not yet sure against whom we're to dance. We've time yet for a round of practice or two, if you'd like. There are enough practice rooms, complete with mirrors and the proper floors, in the opera house. Do feel free to pay a visit this evening and we can dance a round or two to make certain of ourselves. I don't think that we especially need it, not so well as I'm sure that you follow, but it does one well to have it so settled as to be habit. (That was how one could converse and dance at the same time, of course.)
I suppose I'm to wear white tie. All the bits are somewhere in my closet, I know. I've not had call to wear it in ages. Tails are easy, but that waistcoat is eluding me. And I'm probably supposed to wear gloves too, which I hardly ever do except in the cold. I may have to go and find some decent gloves before our competition. I've time, I think.
Whoever it is we're to dance against, I've no concern about them. Perhaps it's arrogant of me to say so, but they haven't a chance.
~C.
[ooc: Strictly ballroom, bitches. Reinette-mun? Is this okay? I really, really I hope I didn't godmod her, but drop me a line if need be and I'll edit right away ♥]
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Ah, how was your rest, Cain? I'm going to be dancing in teh competition, as well with Mudou Sara.
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Are you indeed? Are the two of you competing against one another?
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Together, actually. We're partners.
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