The best way I can think to describe it is the casual kind, since what I'm personally used to is going to a terrible nightclub with terrible club remixes. Sigh. I miss them so much. One day I'll politely torture you by subjecting you to the worst version of the Macarena I ever heard.
But, for here and now!
It's the speakeasies. Going to hear the fun, dancey jazz. I don't really know the specific dances either, but there's no better place to learn than in a crowd.
Besides most dances in a club are just rhythmically wiggling anyways. I think that's timeless.
Oh, I've been to one of them. I wouldn't call it a place for dancing.
[ But she'd gone specifically for reconnaissance and she'd gone to one of the seedier options, so it was bound not to have real entertainment. She laughs, reading the text over. ]
'Rhythmic wiggling.' Good to know some things don't change across worlds. I'd love to go with you. It sounds like it'll be enjoyable.
[ She'll just need to make sure she wears long enough pants to hide the bird legs. The last thing she wants is to ruin Eleanor's evening by getting odd looks from patrons. ]
Oh. Bollocks. Really? I really thought they were this world's version of dancing clubs, since that's what the word would have implied decades ago in mine.
But there HAS to be a place here somewhere for dancing. Like, Karterians are very much up their own arse about being "proper" in a way that is woefully familiar to me but. Everyone loves rhythmic wiggling. That's human nature.
My slight miscalculation aside. Hooray when it comes to your answer all the same!
Dancing is fun. I haven't been in ages (work), so the thought occurred to me, and you seem like you'd be fun to go with.
Oh, I went somewhere that was probably not what you would call a speakeasy, Eleanor. It was a little dive bar in East Sophia. But I hear the speakeasy at Cherry Club has music. Likely dancing too.
And there are likely a few others. It can't be the only one.
Would you believe I haven't really danced much before? It wasn't much in style in Piltover.
[ And her homeland's dances were of a very different sort. ]
Phew! Dancing night saved. But I'll still make sure to scope out a place first to make sure, now that I know there's some variation. All the better, really, since it also means I can give myself a mission to find the best one.
Though I must admit. I do believe you're not a dancer, but I also don't mean that as any sort of personal judgement. You have such a regal impression overall that it's hard to imagine you going to some of the awful nightclubs I went to in my uni days. Not that I think there's anything like that in Karteria (Kelesis, maybe), but those were definitely the places to go dancing.
I'm surprised that it wasn't the style, though, that said. Is there a reason why?
I did some rebellious things when I was younger but, no, dancing at a nightclub was not one of them. Traipsing around to too many galas and spinning circles around donors, perhaps, but that's not as exciting or illicit as finding a back alley speakeasy to dance at.
[ It's something she's only pondered a handful of times in her life: that her family's reputation ensured that they were seen as above reproach but also above simplicities that allowed people to enjoy life. That itch comes often sometimes to simply do something different, now so more than ever as she understands more and more that she will never be a true Medarda, and she will never be able to go home and be who she was. ]
I'm certain there were nightclubs and bars down in Zaun like that. Piltover's upper city, especially the circles I ran in, liked to fashion itself as too neat and uniform for such things. There was dancing at times but not the kind of raucous, freeform enjoyment most people would have. We were too stuffy for it.
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Ha, and I was the rebel of the family, so I know alllll about being a problem child. Or, rather, I just was never keen on following the capital-T Tradition of the family and going into military service. The back alley speakeasy is much more fun than push ups. I'm a simple gal.
That said, I do know all about stuffy. To be honest with you, we Britannians (as in, the country I'm from, Britannia) are pretty notorious for being stuffy. It's a point of national pride, really. I may lean a little more punk than, say, my brother, but I have plenty of that stiff upper lip in me too. Can't help it.
Though, for the slightest change of subjects for my own curiosity.
I've heard Zaun before. Do you and Silco know each other?
You understand how boring it can be at times, though. I don't mind some stoicism here and there, but you would think people would be able to mingle in the same room without looking like all they do is chat about taxes and their bottom dollar.
[ For all the Noxus cut her teeth on politics, Piltover was almost too safe because of its aggression towards Zaun. People enjoyed luxuries to the point of practically expecting them. For all of her own failings, it's only now that she sees the glamour of it all only served to make her complacent and ignorant, rather than to make her a better person. Their safety wasn't from kindness.
At the question, she frowns. ]
I've been aware of him for some time but we never met back home. We spoke on our first arrival here, however. [ And he knew who she was immediately, which was...jarring at the time. ] You've met with him, then?
Absolutely I do. That was the average Solstice celebration with my family, assuming things went well. A fair amount of corporate parties I went to as well, though calling them parties also feels like slighting the very idea of having fun.
Not to say that there isn't a place for things like that, of course. It's just not my favorite way to spend my time, you know?
But yes, Silco and I have met a few times. He's a rotten old (?) bastard, I say in a more complimentary sense than a derogatory one. Funnily enough, he was responsible for my very first little crystalline addition back when we went hunting for Katalyth in the woods all those months ago.
Nothing to worry about, to be clear. Just surprising it would be from him. It's a "fun" thing about my Golem-Protoframe hybrid self where an intense feeling from someone else seems to make a crystal grow in a matching location.
Exactly. I'm not much of a partier myself but I'd rather spend my time doing something I prefer to do than to try to engage in pomp and pageantry. I had to do it enough for work and, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed being able to work a room. But at some point, the conversations are tiresome. They grow stale. So many people don't change. I can only hear so many conversations about trade revenue.
[ Also, uh, what? Crystal addition??? ]
He's an interesting man, I'll give him that. I don't mind his perspective at times but he's so mired in what was that he's also unwilling to change.
[ And a part of her feels he shouldn't have to, necessarily. Piltover had burned him, crushed him. Why should he need to change? But his over-reliance on violence, drugs, and control... No, that was something she couldn't abide by, even if she didn't have any alternatives on hand. She offered to help look for something and he'd turned her down, which also wasn't surprising.
She sighs. ]
Despite being interesting, I wouldn't want a growth because of him. Where is this crystal, exactly? Is it not painful?
Right? And that's why we'll go tear it up (metaphorically speaking). It's the thing I like about clubs, honestly. You *can* talk, but really the point is just dancing. It makes it easy to make friends for just a night, yeah?
As for Silco, well. Slightly sorry that the conversation turned away from the fun of dancing, but it's always a little surprising when I find out people knew each other beforehand. I don't know if that makes your home very lucky or very unlucky. Or just very interesting, as you say.
He's definitely intense, to put it lightly. I try and keep my distance, since he's very much one of the people that's not a fan of what I can do.
[ Like, he definitely thought intensely about murdering her just to make a point. Dramatic. She doesn't share this though, since she doesn't want Mel to worry on her behalf. If Silco every tried anything, she'd squish him like a bug. ♥ ]
The crystal is on my abdomen. We had a bit of a mind-meld situation, and I experienced a not so cheery moment in his life where he was injured there. Growing it was a bitch and a half, but weirdly, it doesn't hurt at all now. It's just kind of there, same as any of my Protoframe parts. I had the same experience with our giant squidly friend, but I'm more fond of that crystal.
No, it's all right. Silco's just that sort of person.
[ The kind that needs someone keeping an eye on them somehow. She trusts Takasugi would tell her if something's happened but... ]
Oh, I'm certain he abhorred that. You thought I was particularly cautious; he's something else entirely. I didn't realize he'd been injured there. He certainly doesn't carry himself as if he was.
[ Unlike the eye, which is plain to see. ]
I'm glad it no longer hurts you. What an awful experience. But...you did meet with the squid? I had wanted to speak to someone about it. Him? Her? I'm not certain of the gender. But I wanted to be certain it wouldn't potentially interfere in a project of mine.
[ It’s also why she’s not dishing on that injury, since it hadn’t actually been one at all. But she’d promised Silco that she wouldn’t share, and she’d meant it. It’s part of her personal ethics that she’d explained—that “injury” was something so deeply personal that Eleanor felt bad about witnessing it. Even for Silco. ]
But on a happier note (more or less), yes, I did. Set and I managed to chat with it, so much as we’re able. He provides a little translation for the squidly parts, since he can speak with animals, and I provide the conduit to actually have a conversation.
Genderwise, I’ve settled on “them”, simply because I don’t think they rightly know either. The poor dear is all scrambled, but it’s not hostile like the plants we encountered recently. Just terribly lonely and loud about it. It’s a bit like that saying where it doesn’t know its own strength, you know?
What project were you working on? I’d guess they wouldn’t interfere, since Set and I do try and go say hello to the dear when we can, but I can also try and put in a good word, potentially?
So long as they're all right. I heard it was quite a fraught thing. Someone I know was injured getting too close to the bridge edge but he seems to be fine now. If the squid is neutral and not interested in harming any of us, then all the better.
I'm hoping to see about cleaning out the old homes on the Karteria side and to return any items to their potential owners. And then to remake the bridge city, if allowed, if the former inhabitants who are still around are all right with it.
At some point, many of the Augmented may not be palatable to Karterians. Worse, I've witnessed some of them losing control. Having somewhere that they can stay, even temporarily — which means we'll need something like the barrier — will give them safety and dignity. But I don't want to infringe on the squid's territory, either, and the bridge itself is in dire need of repairs, especially too close to Kelesis.
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How do you feel about dancing?
As in "going out dancing with the girls" not "ballroom dancing", to be clear.
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What kind of dancing are we speaking of, then?
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But, for here and now!
It's the speakeasies. Going to hear the fun, dancey jazz. I don't really know the specific dances either, but there's no better place to learn than in a crowd.
Besides most dances in a club are just rhythmically wiggling anyways. I think that's timeless.
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[ But she'd gone specifically for reconnaissance and she'd gone to one of the seedier options, so it was bound not to have real entertainment. She laughs, reading the text over. ]
'Rhythmic wiggling.' Good to know some things don't change across worlds. I'd love to go with you. It sounds like it'll be enjoyable.
[ She'll just need to make sure she wears long enough pants to hide the bird legs. The last thing she wants is to ruin Eleanor's evening by getting odd looks from patrons. ]
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But there HAS to be a place here somewhere for dancing. Like, Karterians are very much up their own arse about being "proper" in a way that is woefully familiar to me but. Everyone loves rhythmic wiggling. That's human nature.
My slight miscalculation aside. Hooray when it comes to your answer all the same!
Dancing is fun. I haven't been in ages (work), so the thought occurred to me, and you seem like you'd be fun to go with.
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And there are likely a few others. It can't be the only one.
Would you believe I haven't really danced much before? It wasn't much in style in Piltover.
[ And her homeland's dances were of a very different sort. ]
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Though I must admit. I do believe you're not a dancer, but I also don't mean that as any sort of personal judgement. You have such a regal impression overall that it's hard to imagine you going to some of the awful nightclubs I went to in my uni days. Not that I think there's anything like that in Karteria (Kelesis, maybe), but those were definitely the places to go dancing.
I'm surprised that it wasn't the style, though, that said. Is there a reason why?
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I did some rebellious things when I was younger but, no, dancing at a nightclub was not one of them. Traipsing around to too many galas and spinning circles around donors, perhaps, but that's not as exciting or illicit as finding a back alley speakeasy to dance at.
[ It's something she's only pondered a handful of times in her life: that her family's reputation ensured that they were seen as above reproach but also above simplicities that allowed people to enjoy life. That itch comes often sometimes to simply do something different, now so more than ever as she understands more and more that she will never be a true Medarda, and she will never be able to go home and be who she was. ]
I'm certain there were nightclubs and bars down in Zaun like that. Piltover's upper city, especially the circles I ran in, liked to fashion itself as too neat and uniform for such things. There was dancing at times but not the kind of raucous, freeform enjoyment most people would have. We were too stuffy for it.
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That said, I do know all about stuffy. To be honest with you, we Britannians (as in, the country I'm from, Britannia) are pretty notorious for being stuffy. It's a point of national pride, really. I may lean a little more punk than, say, my brother, but I have plenty of that stiff upper lip in me too. Can't help it.
Though, for the slightest change of subjects for my own curiosity.
I've heard Zaun before. Do you and Silco know each other?
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You understand how boring it can be at times, though. I don't mind some stoicism here and there, but you would think people would be able to mingle in the same room without looking like all they do is chat about taxes and their bottom dollar.
[ For all the Noxus cut her teeth on politics, Piltover was almost too safe because of its aggression towards Zaun. People enjoyed luxuries to the point of practically expecting them. For all of her own failings, it's only now that she sees the glamour of it all only served to make her complacent and ignorant, rather than to make her a better person. Their safety wasn't from kindness.
At the question, she frowns. ]
I've been aware of him for some time but we never met back home. We spoke on our first arrival here, however. [ And he knew who she was immediately, which was...jarring at the time. ] You've met with him, then?
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Not to say that there isn't a place for things like that, of course. It's just not my favorite way to spend my time, you know?
But yes, Silco and I have met a few times. He's a rotten old (?) bastard, I say in a more complimentary sense than a derogatory one. Funnily enough, he was responsible for my very first little crystalline addition back when we went hunting for Katalyth in the woods all those months ago.
Nothing to worry about, to be clear. Just surprising it would be from him. It's a "fun" thing about my Golem-Protoframe hybrid self where an intense feeling from someone else seems to make a crystal grow in a matching location.
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[ Also, uh, what? Crystal addition??? ]
He's an interesting man, I'll give him that. I don't mind his perspective at times but he's so mired in what was that he's also unwilling to change.
[ And a part of her feels he shouldn't have to, necessarily. Piltover had burned him, crushed him. Why should he need to change? But his over-reliance on violence, drugs, and control... No, that was something she couldn't abide by, even if she didn't have any alternatives on hand. She offered to help look for something and he'd turned her down, which also wasn't surprising.
She sighs. ]
Despite being interesting, I wouldn't want a growth because of him. Where is this crystal, exactly? Is it not painful?
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As for Silco, well. Slightly sorry that the conversation turned away from the fun of dancing, but it's always a little surprising when I find out people knew each other beforehand. I don't know if that makes your home very lucky or very unlucky. Or just very interesting, as you say.
He's definitely intense, to put it lightly. I try and keep my distance, since he's very much one of the people that's not a fan of what I can do.
[ Like, he definitely thought intensely about murdering her just to make a point. Dramatic. She doesn't share this though, since she doesn't want Mel to worry on her behalf. If Silco every tried anything, she'd squish him like a bug. ♥ ]
The crystal is on my abdomen. We had a bit of a mind-meld situation, and I experienced a not so cheery moment in his life where he was injured there. Growing it was a bitch and a half, but weirdly, it doesn't hurt at all now. It's just kind of there, same as any of my Protoframe parts. I had the same experience with our giant squidly friend, but I'm more fond of that crystal.
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[ The kind that needs someone keeping an eye on them somehow. She trusts Takasugi would tell her if something's happened but... ]
Oh, I'm certain he abhorred that. You thought I was particularly cautious; he's something else entirely. I didn't realize he'd been injured there. He certainly doesn't carry himself as if he was.
[ Unlike the eye, which is plain to see. ]
I'm glad it no longer hurts you. What an awful experience. But...you did meet with the squid? I had wanted to speak to someone about it. Him? Her? I'm not certain of the gender. But I wanted to be certain it wouldn't potentially interfere in a project of mine.
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[ It’s also why she’s not dishing on that injury, since it hadn’t actually been one at all. But she’d promised Silco that she wouldn’t share, and she’d meant it. It’s part of her personal ethics that she’d explained—that “injury” was something so deeply personal that Eleanor felt bad about witnessing it. Even for Silco. ]
But on a happier note (more or less), yes, I did. Set and I managed to chat with it, so much as we’re able. He provides a little translation for the squidly parts, since he can speak with animals, and I provide the conduit to actually have a conversation.
Genderwise, I’ve settled on “them”, simply because I don’t think they rightly know either. The poor dear is all scrambled, but it’s not hostile like the plants we encountered recently. Just terribly lonely and loud about it. It’s a bit like that saying where it doesn’t know its own strength, you know?
What project were you working on? I’d guess they wouldn’t interfere, since Set and I do try and go say hello to the dear when we can, but I can also try and put in a good word, potentially?
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I'm hoping to see about cleaning out the old homes on the Karteria side and to return any items to their potential owners. And then to remake the bridge city, if allowed, if the former inhabitants who are still around are all right with it.
At some point, many of the Augmented may not be palatable to Karterians. Worse, I've witnessed some of them losing control. Having somewhere that they can stay, even temporarily — which means we'll need something like the barrier — will give them safety and dignity. But I don't want to infringe on the squid's territory, either, and the bridge itself is in dire need of repairs, especially too close to Kelesis.