Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

[hiken]

Who: Anyone going to the Corsair Island Masquerade Ball!
Where: ...IDK?
When: April 26th - 27th (Early AM)
What: The Masquerade Ball + Ambush (12am)
Warnings: D for dancing, V for violence, A for Ace, L for Luffy
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Open to anyone attending!

There are going to be two main threads. One for the ball itself and the other for the Ambush! There will be an obligatory third thread for FASHION. Just remember to tag your muse in the subject header and OTA or 'Closed to ???' as you comment.

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(BREAK)DANCING

[om_nom_namur]

[Due to circumstances, the ship's really more decked out for battle than a party. But there are strings of multi-colored lights, and Namur acquired a boombox during his visit to Deesuko Ballia and a good variety of music and styles which he is more than willing to let people peruse and pick their favorites. Sadly, the music won't be terribly loud. They do gotta try and keep a sort of low profile.]

[alwaysgrumpy]

What the hell kinda' get-together is this?

[Akira looked about, wondering why he ever left the main event. Oh yeah, because he knows everything is going to go to shit somehow, and he'd rather be ready for a fast getaway.]

Where the hell did you get a modern boombox?

[om_nom_namur]

The best kind, cobbled t'gether t' scatter fast. Sheheheh! Ever been t' Deesuko Ballia? Whole place's basically a bigass club. Best damn place for music an' shit.

[Namur holds out a webbed hand.]

Sound like that Akira guy. Said yer sailin' with the Sinewave, right? The hell's up with yer captain, dude? She really hot or was that a bunch a whaleshit?

[alwaysgrumpy]

I'm not really a good judge of that sort of thing. Couldn't tell you.

[He just looks down at the hand for a few tense moments, before putting his own out.]

Yeah, good ear I guess. You're that Namur guy. You look a lot more like a shark than I do a wolf.

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheheh! Well, only some a us gets t' have all the good looks y'know.

[He laughs again, because human looking things generally regard him as terrifyingly ugly.]

Anyway, good t' see y' 'round. What kind a music y' like? Got some a these disc things they was usin' on the island. 'S pretty cool, never seen shit like this before.

[alwaysgrumpy]

Great. Tell me when one of the lookers shows up, then. It's certainly not any of us.

It's called a compact disc, and the majority of what passes for music back home is absolute shit. Do you have one by the band "Queen"?

[om_nom_namur]

'Scuse you dude, Nami an' Keimi's already here. Well. Keimi's more cute an' shit but Nami's got it goin' on. Gotta be blind not t' see that. Or totally int' dudes...

[Namur gives him a sideways glance.]

Y' int' dudes?

[Regardless, he starts going through the pile of discs looking for one that says Queen. It doesn't even occur to him that Queen might only exist in Akira's world.]

[alwaysgrumpy]

Eh? Oh, I didn't see them. I guess they're okay, sure. It's not something I spend a lot of time thinkin' about, Sharky. Even if I swung toward men, my point stands.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur just grunts because he doesn't get how any self respecting, hot blooded male wouldn't, but he knows there's plenty out there.]

More for me, I guess. Sheheheh!

[He's almost through the entire pile and still no Queen though.]

What y' spend yer time thinkin' 'bout instead?

[bepobear]

[Bears. Don't. Dance.]

[Well, Bepo does, and he doesn't do a bad job of it, but he's mostly not going to dance. His tail did wiggle back and forth a bit in his jump suit though. And wandering around this ship was interesting. He was a bit worried that he should stay back with Zoro to keep an eye on his dumb face, but some others managed to be convincing when bringing him along.]

[For whoever is out there break dancing now? he's clapping his paws together for you, because that was fun.]

[om_nom_namur]

Heeeey, Bear man! C'mon Bepo, let's see how y' get shit done, huh?

[bepobear]

[he looks confused for a moment] I don't break dance though... [sounds painful anyhow, though he does know what it is, and his skills with his Fu? he could do it...]

[om_nom_namur]

C'mon, dude! Give it a try. 'S jus' like fightin' only with a beat!

[bepobear]

[Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance. Bears don't dance...]

O-okay.

[Mental facepalm. 'Okay'? Seriously? You can almost see him mentally slap himself. But he's standing there a moment, held his breath and... shuffled. Then stopped, slumping his shoulders.]

Or maybe I'll just watch you...

[om_nom_namur]

What the hell was that? Y' call that a try? Shit, damn rookies. Y' wanna shuffle, c'mon now, check it out.

[He does a basic shuffle glide, then throws an arm over Bepo's shoulders and does it one step at a time.]

Y' can do it, c'mon! Do this kinda shit when someone's like, comin' at y' with a sword y' jus' sidestep, smooth an' easy. Let's go.

[bepobear]

[If Bepo could blush? he was. It wasn't that he didn’t know HOW, but generally he got hit over the head or yelled at by the boys when he did stupid shit. But this wasn’t the same was it? And this wasn’t home, or the others.]

[He does the lil side steps with Namur, looking down a moment and chuckling.] So... maybe I know how to dance. A little. [he said a bit bashfully, but loosening up. His tail wiggling, hidden under pants.]

[maskedtyrant]

[It should be said that Codi is not a good dancer. I mean, it's not an embarrassing display, but it's certainly not awe-inspiring, either, except perhaps in the sheer enthusiasm she puts into getting herself in the spotlight. Hey--she didn't have a chance to dance at the Navy ball, she's sure as hell dancing here.]

[And what better setup to allow for this than the one Namur has built?]

[If you're particularly unlucky, Codi might swoop in when she feels like spicing things up and drag you into the middle of the deck to dance with her.]

[om_nom_namur]

[This is seriously the kind of thing Namur is doing all over the deck, but mostly right in front of the boombox where the music is loudest. Think Codi can keep up?]

[maskedtyrant]

[...Nope. No, she absolutely can't. She tries very hard and manages to pull off a few backflips, but damn if she has the muscle control to do anything else. She tires quickly and is content to simply watch in stunned amazement. How can a bulky sharkman even move like that? Cartilage?]

[Oh well. Go sharkman! Codi whoops and cheers him on over the rattling of the speakers.]

[om_nom_namur]

[There's someone giving off an electric charge that wasn't here before, and it catches his attention. The current song ends, so he springs over to the boombox, switches out the pretty little discs, then steps behind the radio so others have room to dance. He hops up to sit on the rail as he scans the ship, moving his head slowly from side to side with his mouth open. There!

He walks up to Codi and immediately drops into a near-kneeling squat. It makes his height less imposing.]

Ain't seen y' 'round before. What's yer name, sweetheart?

[maskedtyrant]

[Codi makes a few noisy pouts of disappointment when Namur leaves the dance floor--he was fun to watch!--but at least now she doesn't have as much competition to worry about. By the time Namur approaches her, she's forgotten about him and is happily gyrating to the current track.]

[It is much more difficult to forget him when he kneels next to her, though. From a distance, he's not so bad--kind of interesting, the way he's so naturally built in spite of the odd combination--but up close, Codi can't help that little inkling of primal fear that makes the hair on the back of her neck bristle. He's so huge! And a fucking shark!]

[Pull it together, Perkins. Apart from the brief skip of her heart and the strain in her smile, Codi manages to recover very well. This is her date, after all.]

Who else would I be? [She grins, full of teeth and mischief.] I'm the prettiest lady here!

[om_nom_namur]

[Hearing her voice was all he needed. Namur smirks at her little jolt of fear. Pass it off as a costume. Riiiiiight.]

Turned out the mask thing wasn't yer style, huh? Sheheheh!

[If only he knew...]

Got anythin' in yer gut yet? A fight's brewin' so now might be yer last chance.

[maskedtyrant]

[If only he knew indeed. Codi can't help but hint at it, just a little bit.]

Oh, I showed up for a few minutes to see what the fuss was about, but--might as well have been in a room full of corpses, you know? No fun at all! But I stayed long enough to grab a couple bites--they had these delightful little shellfish pastries, I must have eaten a dozen of them before I left!...

[She's rambling. Admittedly, part of that is due to nerves, but part of that is just her appreciation for the sound of her own voice. Namur should probably stop that before she gets too ahead of herself.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur does subtle like a sledgehammer, so her hints sail right over his head.]

Sheheheh, well. Think y' got a few dances left in y'? Ain't big on the super formal shit but I've managed t' cut a few rugs here an' there. How's yer swing?

[feetarestrange]

[Due to obvious reasons, Nami isn't doing much dancing at the moment. Right now, she's just sitting at the edge of her pool, taking in and enjoying the festive atmosphere.]