Feb 24 22:07:01 106 PA
From Chronicles
Wednesday is the night to be at the Alibi for Tirzah. The Djed music bringing out all the socialites to mingle and move. Though she isn't around for much moving. Rather on kinetic nights like tonight she has been observed to linger at a table on the sidelines and watch others, occasionally venturing out to snare someone for intriguing conversation. Such is the case tonight as she sits at her table, elixir in front of her.
Celaeno is taking tonight at the Alibi easy, as well - though it must be said that 'easy' to her may not resonate as such elsewhere. With a glass in each hand, she's moving through the dance-floor crowd as if trying to find a group, stopping on occasion to nurse one, and dance. Moving slowly in large, arcing circles, she finally finishes on of the glasses, moving to place it at an empty table before moving back out onto the floor, with the more acceptable one drink.
After observing for a few moments more Tirzah spots one of the tell tale circles of chatters who come to socialize and debate more than dance. Rising from her table she heads out towards them intent on intermingling to see if she might find anyone intriguing enough in their opinions to bring back.
For the moment, at least, Celaeno continues with her dancing, moving from person to person, never settling into dancing with one man for very long before slipping away. Her wanderings, random though they are, slowly but surely bring her near said circle, though she is, at present oblivious to it or its intents.
The discussion Tirzah encounters as she squeezes into the group is not surprisingly about the group of five that have come to Kingsdale. Opinions are quite varied but the conversation is not flamboyant. A fair number of the group argue that they brought the fog and the undead. Others argue that they were drawn here to fight it. A few don't really hold either regard, but agree that the undead are here because of them.
Moving in and out of earshot, Celaeno simply frowns to herself at what speculation she does hear, largely ignoring the discussion. When the music shifts to something with a little more 'swing' involved, the woman begins dancing rather more fervently than prior. Using people more as objects to lever herself off of than dance partners, her motions are a dash of energy, a pinch of grace than anything else. As the song continues, the people standing in the circle might find her bumping slightly against them - nothing too intensive, but certainly noticeable.
Tirzah is about to interject with part of her own view to start interacting with the group to find one intriguing enough for an in depth discussion when she gets bumped? Derailed by the untimely collision she turns to see what the deal is. Recognizing the more active style of the music she doesn't allow herself too bothered. She's been known to bounce off others herself at times. But she is curious as she spies the familiar woman in the black dress.
Celaeno performs a rather overly showy spin, dress flying up slightly as it goes 'fwump' against a few nearby dancers before zigging in a rather circuitous fashion to the other side of the group. Another light bump, and away she goes, before slowing down to a more relaxed swing for a few moments.
Tirzah smirks making eye contact with the woman she met the other day. But seeing no reason to diverge from her intentions any longer for some clumsy dancing she turns back to the group to catch up on things. But finding the topic has died out Tirzah finds it in a lull of unfascination and sighs. Missed her chance she steps away, considering releasing some frustration on the floor or going back to her drink.
Suddenly and without any warning, Celaeno simply stops dancing. The song continues, but the woman simply stops, takes a drink, and walks to the bar, pulling up a seat in the back corner. Glowering for no reason at nothing at all for a few moments before tilting the remnants of said glass back, she puts it back down considering, though doesn't order another drink.
The other woman's abrupt departure unnoticed Tirzah decides to take to the floor as a moor modern energetic song comes on. Making a brief stop at her table to shed her coat for the flashier cobalt shirt underneath she weaves into the crowd. Finding a group of casual dancers like herself she starts to find her rhythm and center as she moves to the music. As she gets more comfortable with the beat she lets more of her fiery disposition influence her dance, swaying and flickering.
Celaeno stares into space for a few moments, orders another drink, and abruptly falls on her face. Closing her eyes for a few seconds and ignoring the bartender until they poke her, she lifts her head looking somewhat more sober and energetic. After a few quick assurances that "Yes, I'll be quite all right, no need to cut me off, see? Quite sober," she'll take the drink, knock it back, and begin making her way once more to the dance floor, observing the mass for a few moments before taking the plunge herself.
Fully taken in the dance now Tirzah has little attention or regard to the environment around her. Her senses devoted to the music and her reaction to it she drifts as she sways and flickers. Then a more inspiring song coming on causes a significant increase in dancers. Inspired as well Tirzah draws on her link to raise her self mere inches off the ground. Now truly gliding she drifts about the floor in her dance, subtle touches to the other dancers sending her this way or that.
Watching the crowd and beginning to get the rhythm herself, and beginnings spinning into the crowd. Not paying particular attention to where she is going, she brushes past several men, looking at them rather intently before spinning away into the crowd. She will, shortly enough, be passing and perhaps even brushing by Tirzah as her energy builds with the song.
Some of the dancers on the floor have noticed Tirzahs frictionless traverse of the floor and chosen to interact. Passing her to one another or just on to another area of the floor. One particular guy thinking himself smart gives her a significant push, making her momentum tricky to cope with as she speeds away. But then for some reason her glide is cut off, sending her stumbling for control towards a girl in a black cocktail dress.
Despite her stability thus far on her heels, Celaeno is not quite so stable as to catch somebody falling into her - at least not when she isn't prepared for it. Thrown off balance by the levitating woman, she too makes a wild spin, clocking some poor man on the side of the head before recovering her balance. After said balance is restored, she will then turn to the woman-turned-projectile and peer at her with a frown. Should Tirzah have fallen, there will be no motion to help, simply the same folded arms and peer.
Ricocheting off Celaeno to the floor Tirzah grunts as she props herself up on her elbows to assess the damage. Noting the peer from the woman she collided with she shakes her head apologetically. "Sorry hun, some jerkface pushed me way too hard. And for some reason my link was cut." She explains, just realizing the oddity of what happened to her spell herself. Worried she reaches out again, and finds nothing. This causes her to look very distraught as she holds off on getting up just yet.
Celaeno's frown doesn't dissipate as the woman apologizes, deepening for a moment at 'hun,' and says, "Sorry if you were pushed, but you really should've been in more control to begin with." After giving a quick brush off of her dress, giving it a once-over as the crowd continues with their dancing, and throwing a few elbows as she gets bumped.
Tirzah nods, unsure how to further explain herself. "I thought I was in control.." She starts as she moves to get up. "Something unexpected interrupted my link." She explains as she looks around once more and gathers herself. Clearly frustrated at the situation she turns and addresses the air beside her. "Why can't I touch my link?" She asks the empty space as if it could tell her.
Celaeno just frowns at all the talk of a 'link,' and just eyes the woman. "Yeah, well, thinking something doesn't make it so," before finally moving to help the woman get back to her feet.
Tirzah accepts the hand up, still focusing on the air beside her though. Then a an emotionless monotone voice replies. "The link to the plane appears to be blocked some how." Looking confused as she interprets that she turns back to Celeano. "I'm really sorry. That's never happened before."
Celaeno sniggers at the statement, and actually pats the woman on the head. "No need to be getting all upset about anything. We'll get you a few drinks and you won't be worrying about any links to anything. Or your inability to keep them up," she says, the smirk not fading as she tries to start escorting the woman off the floor, elbows still nudging anybody who's getting in the way, over-hard.
Tirzah nods as she is unexpectedly led off the floor. She doesn't protest though, she could use a drink all things considered. Wracking her brain about how the link could be blocked she looks distracted, her reactions delayed noticeably.
Celaeno looks amused by the situation at large, ordering two drinks as she watches the upset woman. "So, other than your link, certainly there's got to be more going on than that, no? I mean, you're here to have a good time, what's it matter that it's missing?"
Tirzah shakes her head, trying to think of the right wording to adequately explain the lack. "That would be somewhat akin to me encouraging you to continue being carefree and have a good time after your arm got severed. You'd still have your other arm after all." She offers lightly for comparison, some humor in her tone to make it seem a little less extreme.
Celaeno doesn't seem too upset by the consideration, lifting her arm appraisingly as she takes a sip of her new drink. "Know lots of people missing arms. Most of them live happy and fulfilling lives," she offers, remaining deadpan. "I mean, it'll probably come back, anyways, no? I'd bet you a bottle of fine whiskey that the second you stop worrying about it and leave, you'll get this link of yours back."
Tirzah shakes her head, giving the girl a sidelong glare as she turns to the bartender. "Scotch, neat." She orders aggressively, needing a serious drink to help make light of her issues. Taking a sip and spreading the strong alcohol about her mouth a bit she does lighten and turn back to Celaeno after a moment. "You are probably right about it returning, its just frustrating not knowing why." She offers with a small smile.
Celaeno shrugs at the woman, reaching to slide the other supplied drink to her if Tirzah won't be drinking it. "Well, it's just one of those things with... whatever it is this 'link' is," she says. "Maybe you're stressed, maybe some deity's upset with you, or something," she says beginning to drink, but not offering perhaps the best possible answer. "Sometimes things happen. Who knows why?"
Tirzah shakes her head. She wasn't stressed with things gave out. And though she is stressed now, that usually makes her link more drawable, not less. "If the governers of the plane were displeased my aide would be released." She explains in reply before slamming back the whole of the scotch. "Regardless I should head home and meditate on the matter. Thanks for your consideration." She says with a warm smile before making her way out.
