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[recoined]

CHARACTERS: kimberly hart & you!
LOCATIONS: all around the city!
WARNINGS: n/a (yet)
SUMMARY: spooky and sweet october shenanigans! open starters galore!

↪ i dip, you dip, we dip.

( the first class is held on a weekend afternoon in the sunny dance hall of doo wop's, the worn maple flooring newly polished for the occasion, chairs and tables pushed aside to leave plenty of space cleared for a group to learn steps and passes and turns.

kimberly comes early, well before the start of class, before instructors begin to corral the group into smaller clusters or pairing off partners. it gives her an opportunity to stretch against the barre, to adjust to the feeling of the floor under her feet as she bounces on her heels; the sprung flooring offers more comfort than the hard surface of the gym classroom where she teaches, though it's less forgiving than the natural texture of grass and dirt she remembers from so many football games back in angel grove.

feel free to join her for warm-ups, or perhaps you're in need of a partner — just be sure to let her know if you prefer to lead or follow. )

↪ shop til you drop.

( sure, it's technically a ball, but at the end of the day, it's a fancy party with dancing and food and all the people you know. therefore, as far as kimberly's concerned, this is basically just a grown up version of prom — and just like prom at home, this one would require finding just the right dress.

on this particular day, she's mostly interested in scoping out her options. there are plenty of dresses to choose from, from little black numbers and long white gowns to everything in between, and she's tried on at least a dozen thus far with nothing in particular standing out. it's a little overwhelming, if she's totally honest, but she'll prevail.

she has to. she can't just show up to the big to-do in just any old something, after all.

should you happen to join her in front of the next rack, maybe you can help her find something new to try on. or maybe you'd like to offer your critiques in the dressing room, with its unforgiving 360-degree mirror. don't worry, she can take it. )

↪ wildcard

( want something different? feel free to throw something at me, or hit me up at semicolons or supergirl#2740 for a custom starter if you prefer. )

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dip dip

[unanticipate]

[ She's not even sure why she's here other than pure curiosity. She's seen a few other parties since being here yet one where everything was going to be "formal" didn't appeal. Though it did have her wondering how many people were taking it seriously. And maybe she wanted to see what "dance classes" they were giving.

Jyn shows up in the same clothes she tends to spar in, planning on heading over to Sucker Punch after taking a look here. She has no intention of staying.

Until she spots Kimerly off to the side. She walks over, moving around other people that have already started to chat each other up. Once she's close enough, she tilts her chin at her. ]

What are you doing here?

[recoined]

( it's a phrase that can come off as abrasive or confrontational, but it's hard to get that vibe when the girl sporting it is small and slim and surprisingly cozy looking in her workout gear. kimberly just shrugs, the arm that had been stretched out over her head falling to the side in a slow drop; the wall behind her serves as a good place to lean back while she waits. )

The classes are free. ( a lot of classes are free. doesn't mean she goes to them. but this one at least was interesting. ) I figure this whole thing will be more Nutcracker waltz and less club grinding... so a lesson or two can't hurt, right?

( learning the waltz wasn't really a thing she'd done back home, so she'll chalk it up to 'taking advantage of the opportunity'. her mother might actually have approved. )

[unanticipate]

[ Jyn can definitely be both of those things in spades when she wants to be. But here and now she's just curious about it all. "Parties" were not things she went to in her world and even now they still feel... strange.

But she squints slightly at the words, ]

"Nutcracker waltz"? That's...a dance?

[recoined]

( there are surprisingly a lot of people in this place that seem to lack any frame of reference for the cultural experiences kimberly takes for granted. like knowing about the nutcracker, or what barbie and skipper dolls are, or any number of general pop culture-ish things. )

Well, the Nutcracker's a ballet — it's a story of a little girl who gets a doll for Christmas, and the doll comes to life and it's this whole... ( a vague hand gesture, and kimberly shrugs again. ) It's a little weird, actually, but it's not really that important. A waltz is a dance, yeah.

( she holds up her arms as if to imitate holding on to a partner. it looks a little silly, but maybe it'll help get the point across. )