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“See, I told you guys all these parties get crazy,” I mutter in the corner. 

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1 minute ago, ZincAboutIt said:

I sip my tea, pinky out, then turn back to Itiah.

"Hooray!" I drop into my most formal Scadrian curtsy.

I have no idea what a Scadrian curtsy is so I do one too, before my mind kicks in but I’m already doing the curtsy so I just play it cool.

“Yo,” I say.

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Just now, I think I am here. said:

I have no idea what a Scadrian curtsy is so I do one too, before my mind kicks in but I’m already doing the curtsy so I just play it cool.

“Yo,” I say.

"Alright," I say, clapping my hands, "now, shall it be formal waltz or would you prefer to get ridiculous?"

I snap my fingers, and the confetti machine flies off the tea trolley, trailing paper stars now, and begins revolving above the dance floor like an absurd disco ball.

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2 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

"Alright," I say, clapping my hands, "now, shall it be formal waltz or would you prefer to get ridiculous?"

I snap my fingers, and the confetti machine flies off the tea trolley, trailing paper stars now, and begins revolving above the dance floor like an absurd disco ball.

“Formal. I’m renowned globally for my waltz, you know,” I say drearily and begin violently tap dancing.

I outstretch my hand.

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Just now, I think I am here. said:

“Formal. I’m renowned globally for my waltz, you know,” I say drearily and begin violently tap dancing.

I outstretch my hand.

I'm relieved, as this is a waltz I've learned before. I take Itiah's hand, and we proceed to tear. it. up.

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4 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

I'm relieved, as this is a waltz I've learned before. I take Itiah's hand, and we proceed to tear. it. up.

About midway through our dance that puts all other dancing ever done before to shame, I use my free hand and empty another full bottle of violet wine.

“We’re going turbo mode now,” I whisper in a somewhat romantic way and if anything, the violet wine has improved our dancing to a level beyond which can be comprehended.

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1 minute ago, I think I am here. said:

About midway through our dance that puts all other dancing ever done before to shame, I use my free hand and empty another full bottle of violet wine.

“We’re going turbo mode now,” I whisper in a somewhat romantic way and if anything, the violet wine has improved our dancing to a level beyond which can be comprehended.

I grin devilishly, which is slightly more devious than my typical grin, and execute a spectacular spin move.

"I was born in turbo mode," I declare, soulcasting the dancefloor into pure diamond because why not?

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8 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

I grin devilishly, which is slightly more devious than my typical grin, and execute a spectacular spin move.

"I was born in turbo mode," I declare, soulcasting the dancefloor into pure diamond because why not?

The floor turns to diamond and reflects all the light the disco ball gives off, making spots of moving multi-coloured light appearing on everything.

This is not a good combination with the violet wine.

“I think we’ve died,” I say at all the light around at us. “We’ve Ascended beyond these mortal boundaries into a new Realm of class.”

I look around, and offer the violet wine bottle to you. “More sustenance?”

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I laugh as Itiah and Zinc spin on the floor. They were so drunk, they looked like two people having seizures that just happened to be holding hands. It reminded me of Mistborns fighting; they would probably be a lot more effective if they weren’t drunk half the time.:P

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Just now, I think I am here. said:

The floor turns to diamond and reflects all the light the disco ball gives off, making spots of moving multi-coloured light appearing on everything.

This is not a good combination with the violet wine.

“I think we’ve died,” I say at all the light around at us. “We’ve Ascended beyond these mortal boundaries into a new Realm of class.”

I look around, and offer the violet wine bottle to you. “More sustenance?”

The prismatic glory of the diamond-reflected disco ball is multiplied ten-fold to my hemalurgically enhanced eyes.

"You're right," I whisper, weeping in joy. "I know that I have seen true glory."

I take the bottle of violet in hand and drink with reverence, then catch Truthless laughing at us.

"You're just jealous of our spectacular dance moves!" I say, nailing him with some seriously vicious side-eye.

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6 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

“You're right," I whisper, weeping in joy. "I know that I have seen true glory."

“A true night to remember,” I say, moonwalking backwards and forwards.

I look to Truthless and shake my head. “Some people just don’t understand art,” I say.

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Just now, I think I am here. said:

“A true night to remember,” I say, moonwalking backwards and forwards.

I look to Truthless and shake my head. “Some people just don’t understand art,” I say.

"This is definitely going into my Coppermind," I say, pirouetting en pointe.

On the last spin, I turn towards Truthless. "Yo, hater! Waffle me!" I hold my hand out, indicating he throw me a waffle.

@Truthless of Shinovar

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8 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

"This is definitely going into my Coppermind," I say, pirouetting en pointe.

On the last spin, I turn towards Truthless. "Yo, hater! Waffle me!" I hold my hand out, indicating he throw me a waffle.

“Yeah! And violet wine me!” I indicate he should give another one of those turbo packs the mortals call alcohol.

I look back to Zinc. “Ooh, you have a Coppermind. I have a mind too, you know,” I whisper conspiratorially and tap my head a couple of times. “Right here. But it’s a secret, okay?”

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22 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

"This is definitely going into my Coppermind," I say, pirouetting en pointe.

On the last spin, I turn towards Truthless. "Yo, hater! Waffle me!" I hold my hand out, indicating he throw me a waffle.

@Truthless of Shinovar

I sighed. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into...” I said, getting out a waffle launcher, firing rapidly into Zinc’s hand. “Sorry I can’t help you about the wine, but if you want anymore waffles, I’m happy to help! Everyone deserves a fair chance with waffles!”

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A small rock fell from the ceiling, making a satisfying smacking sound of rock against diamond as it collided with the fabulous dance floor. The rock had a number of spikes sticking out of it at regular intervals, re-acquired from when they were stolen from its previously shattered body.

The rock looked fondly over at the other dancers, though how it managed that with neither eyes to see with nor a face to appear fond will forever remain a mystery.

It promptly Elsecalled the wine from a nearby glass into its bloodstream and immediately became incredibly intoxicated. Thusly filled with both alcohol and confidence the Rock proceeded onto the dance floor, or rather remained exactly where it was which happened to already be a dance floor. It took a deep breath with lungs that didn't exist, and then broke out into a fabulous rendition of the Charleston.

Such as it was able to anyway, which is to say it remained perfectly motionless on the dance floor.

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I ambled into the anniversal conviviality, circumspectly surveying the optated establishment.

Diamond flooring? I pondered incredulously. Just how affluent are these proprietors?
I circumvolved my cranium. Exhibitionists.
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2 hours ago, Truthless of Shinovar said:

I walk over to the corner with Ene; she seems the only other sane person at this party. 

“Waffles?” I ask.

"No, I have to watch out in case anything happens," I hiss, darting my head around to watch all the exits.

2 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

the violet wine bottle

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HOW DO YOU GUYS STILL HAVE ALCOHOL

Instead of exploding, all the alcohol in the room now transforms into water.

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I circumvolved my cranium in the perpendicular orientation with approval. Libation was apt to induce calamitous occurrences. Interception of the critical beverages was an astute maneuver.

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I show up, despite not having been on the forum during the date the party is celebrating. I walk over to the snack table (there's a snack table now) and seat myself underneath it. My hand snakes upward and grabs a brownie from a plate, and I nibble on it as I observe the others in the room.

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