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[color=seagreen]“Is this my seat?”[/color] asked Daimyon quietly, almost out of formality, pointing at the one empty seat at the second table. He waited for at least one nod before actually sitting down, then he turned to the five people already present. [color=seagreen]“Thank you all for attending,”[/color] he said, keeping his voice low as Krista started her speech. [color=seagreen]“I hope you enjoyed what you've seen so far. Believe me, it's only getting better!”[/color]

[color=fff200]"I know you're the infinite Poet, but that was something else!"[/color] Felix walked up to the table and took a seat next to Daimyon.

[color=0076a3]"It was lovely."[/color] Although Max responded to Daimyon, his eyes were carefully observing the crowd, as if his head was mounted on his neck like a sentry. Krista's reveal [i]did[/i] catch his interest, if only for a short while. It was a sad story, but ultimately hopeful; for if she endured all those struggles, the ones before them now could be endured as well.

Felix got hit in the feels a bit harder. a tear was rolling of his cheek as he suddenly jumped out of his seat with a shout.

[color=fff200]"You're wrong Krista! You [i]do[/i] deserve your title. If it wasn't for you, Arno's piece would never have reached the world! and when you finished that piece, you became part of it. I bet he's looking at you from heaven, smiling; he'd be proud and grateful, and so am I!"[/color] With that, Felix sat back down, chuckling a bit to alleviate the tension in the air.  Daimyon watched the free runner's emotional exclamation with a silent smile, agreeing with what he had said. Though Krista's secret was as much of a surprise to him as anyone else, he knew that regardless of her past, her talent was real and thus she deserved the Infinite title.

[color=lightyellow]"It's really kind of you to carry on your friend's legacy for him, Krista. Hope he's watching over you in the afterlife to this day, like a guardian angel!"[/color] Mercy spoke up to the violinist, giving her a reasuring smile.

[color=fff200]"So...what did you guys think of my [i]marvelous[/i] piano skills?"[/color] Felix said, playing an invisible piano.

 [color=seagreen]“Marvellous is a fine word indeed, my friend. The piece wouldn't have had half its brilliance without you!”[/color] the poet answered. [color=seagreen]“Where did you learn to play this well? It's hardly related to your...talent, after all.”[/color]

A radiant smile formed as Daimyon praised Felix; if it kept up, his ego might just shoot through the roof. the runner placed a hand on the back of his head as if to feign embarrasment, but he was clearly already enjoying the party to the fullest. [color=fff200]"Oooowh, it's just something my dad passed onto me. He'd play for me whenever he got home from work, or when I couldn't sleep. I wanted to play just as good as him, but don't worry; I'm not nearly there yet!"[/color] He took a sip from his drink before looking at Mercy. [color=fff200]"How'bout you? did you like it?"[/color]

The plague doctor nodded. [color=lightyellow]"Your performance was lovely."[/color] Mercy told Felix, her smile not leaving her face. [color=lightyellow]"Still, I wished Alice had chosen to play too."[/color] She rested her head in one of her hands.

[color=seagreen]“Oh...what does she play? I'm afraid I still know precious little about some of us...”[/color]  Daimyon interjected.

[color=lightyellow]"She plays the piano too. If I remember correctly, her little brother taught her."[/color] The plague doctor explained. [color=lightyellow]"But she gets stage fright, so it's hard for her to play in front of an audience."[/color]

[color=seagreen]“I see... She's not alone in that, I'm certain. It took me...a while to defeat stage fright, as well. But that was a while ago,”[/color] he continued. [color=seagreen]“Still, I'd love to see her play. Perhaps starting with a smaller audience would help...” [/color]

"[color=0076a3]The best way to get over your stage fright is to just ignore it. Go on stage as if it doesn't even exist, and it won't."[/color] Max said with a slightly educating tone.

[color=fff200]"Easier said than done."[/color] Felix chuckled. [color=fff200]"I was sooo nervous before the concert; my mind felt like it was spinning in four dimensions. But it was worth it; totally."[/color] After emptying another drink, Felix seemed a bit drunk, despite the lack of alcohol anywhere. [color=fff200]"So...onto more serious topics. We're at a party! So you two can go wild...I wanna know who you'd go [i]wiiild[/i] with."[/color]

Hearing that question, Daimyon leaned back in his chair and glanced at the two women who had not yet spoken in this conversion.
[color=seagreen]“...I think I'll let others go first with this one. Ladies?”[/color]

Noel perked up, having paid attention to the main stage silently up until now. Her notepad now contained every bit of Krista's story to the finest detail. Not everything was new, but when she compared it to what she already knew of the rise to fame of the star violinist on the wide, wide web, this had expanded her data significantly. Today she had struck gold! 

But yes, oh yes. How elegant of the infinite poet to have the ladies go first on the more... intimate questions. She regarded him with slight scowl that duly noted his apparent unwillingness to go first. Noel had a pretty good idea who Daimyon was thinking about, anyway. [color=897691]"Well..."[/color] She started. [color=897691]"You boys have some bad luck, because I'm claiming Mary!"[/color] She teased, then winked at the infinite streamer.

[color=seagreen]“Hah! We're not judging.”[/color] Daimyon laughed, taking a sip of water for himself.  

[color=lightyellow]"Huh?"[/color] Mercy looked back over to Felix, crossing her arms in thought. [color=lightyellow]"Honestly, I don't know. I haven't really met anyone who I feel that way about."[/color] She answered, shrugging.

Mary pouted, holding her video camera on her lap. [color=pink]"But Noel, I want to have fun with the guys as well! You're being too selfish!"[/color] She gave a flirty smile to the others.
[color=pink]"It's not every day we get to do something like this. Especially since we're trapped and all. So let's just enjoy ourselves, ok? And don't forget to smile!"[/color] She then quickly drew her camera, and filmed everyone on the table. [color=pink]"Say cheese!"[/color] 

[color=fff200]"cheeese!"[/color] Felix swung his arm around Daimyon, gave a bright smile and raised his other hand to form a peace sign; Max simply took a sip of his coffie.

[color=fff200]"As for myself-"[/color] Felix glared around the room, as if searching, before finally settling his eyes right next to him, on mercy; the slightest blush forming on his cheeks. [color=fff200]"I'm happy right where I am."[/color]

[color=0076a3]"The dancefloor hasn't been touched, all of you should go out there, shake it up."[/color] Max gave a short chuckle.

[color=lightyellow]"Right!"[/color] Mercy nodded with a grin, grabbing Felix's arm and pulling him to the dance floor. [color=lightyellow]"Come on!"[/color]

[color=897691]"As well? Well aren't you inclusive."[/color] Noel jested. Then lined up for the film with a smile. As Felix and Mercy headed to the dance floor, Noel grinned. Called it! Then again, who hadn't? Those two had been obvious about it for a while now, right? [color=897691]"Well then, who wants to join me?"[/color] She asked with a grin, wondering who would rise to the challenge.

[color=seagreen]“What an opportunity!”[/color] The cheerful atmosphere and the peppy violin music raised everyone's spirits, and the poet was no exception. Rising from his seat, he extended an inviting hand towards Noel. [color=seagreen]“Shall we?”[/color]

[color=fff200]"I didn't know you loved to dance~"[/color] Said Felix as he twirled around Mercy. His robo boogie impression may have been a shitshow, but he was having the time of his life. [color=fff200]"It's nice to just have fun again, I could do this forever."[/color]

Noel looked at the poet with a smile. She hadn't really that ,out of everyone, Daimyon would take the offer. Regardless, she had no reason to refuse. [color=897691]"Oh my! Lead the way."[/color] Noel answered as she took his hand. Something in her expected the Poet to be an alright dancing partner. She wasn't sure why; he simply seemed to have that kind of class. Regardless, she was certain the fantastically played violin music would make for a good dance.

Daimyon certainly hoped it would, too. The main reason he took up on the reporter's offer so readily was because he had prepared for such occasion—having refreshed his memory on the classic waltz earlier that day, when he was writing his concert song. It was the Viennese type, not the English—which meant getting rather close and personal. In his current mood though, the poet was confident he could pull it off. He stopped a little distance away from Felix and Mercy and held his hand that Noel was holding out to the side. He waited a moment, hoping she would realise what he was attempting, and when she seemed to approve, he put his other arm around her waist and began the quick three-steps to the rhythm.

Mercy giggled as she twirled Felix...only to bump him into one of the tables. [color=lightyellow]"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"[/color] She quickly apologized, checking the free runner for any bruising.

It looked as if Felix hurt himself quite a bit, but as soon as Mercy's hand got close enough, he suddenly took hold of it and started spinning her around laughing. [color=fff200]"Don't you worry about a thing, I don't hurt [i]that[/i] easy."[/color] When the two slowly started to slow down, Felix almost lost his balance from dizzyness, causing him to lean on Mercy a bit. [color=fff200]"Pooh, I think i've had a shot too much. Hey Mercy, how much alcohol can you take before getting drunk?"[/color]

[color=lightyellow]"Is that a challenge I hear?"[/color] The plague doctor asked Felix, a smug grin on her face.

[color=fff200]"Hehehe, you're on~!"[/color] Said Felix as he ran to the food counter; he came back with two glasses of punch, still thinking it was alcohol. [color=fff200]"Last one standing wins!"[/color] he said before downing the glass.

It probably surprised people little that Noel had no experience with the Viennese waltz. That said, her Brittish heritage provided her with a single experience with the English one. Better than nothing, right? Luckily, the poet would find that whatever skill she lacked was somewhat made up by dexterity, adaptability and a decent sense of rhythm. She stumbled a little during the first minute, but surely she mastered the basics of the dance quickly. However she probably would've fared worse had Daimyon not been leading this dance. What did not particularly help was the distance, or the lack thereof, as it introduced a subtle redness to the reporter's face. She wondered how much of this the Poet had planned in advance, the sly man.

...of course, Daimyon had no such ulterior motives, for he was a gentleman of the highest order. His smirk upon noticing the reporter's was as understated as her blush, only reinforcing that fact. He enjoyed dancing with her, though it was not without missteps on his part either—after all it had been an embarrassingly long time since he had last danced on a somewhat formal occasion like this. He could not even remember when it was, so he was relieved to know he still had the muscle memory. They continued on to the rhythm of the lively song, and when it was coming to an end, he twirled her around once to give a classic end to the waltz routine.

[color=seagreen]“Ah! What a fantastic dance. You were an excellent partner, miss,”[/color] he spoke once they had let go of each other. [color=seagreen]“Might I ask, where did you learn the art?”[/color]

[color=897691]"Miss? Oh, are we still on such formal terms, Daimyon?"[/color] Noel smiled impishly. Even the discerning reporter couldn't tell for sure whether he was being careful or actively maintaining such distance. If the latter, she could only wonder why he had even bothered to take her to dance.

[color=seagreen]“Pardon my manners,”[/color] the poet replied after a brief surprise, using the phrase in a rather different context. [color=seagreen]“I was simply...swept up in the environment, is all. It's quite the change of pace, and I'm relishing in it.”[/color] He adjusted his green waistcoat almost subconsciously, then smiled a bright smile at the reporter who continued.

[color=897691]"Usually I watch the formal occasions on the sidelines, as befitting my occupation. But accepting a friendly dance of an acquaintance has landed me an interview on several occasions"[/color] Her smile broadened a bit, not losing its mischievous edge. [color=897691]"I'm looking forwad to your... invitation."[/color] Was she talking about an interview... maybe.

[color=seagreen]“Ingenious! I like it. As for an invitation, well...excuse me for a second, [i]Noel.[/i]”[/color]
Daimyon stepped away from his partner and towards the stage where Krista was about to get into a second song.
[color=seagreen]“Krista! Sorry for the interruption, I just...”[/color] Swiftly he pulled out his notebook and opened it up at a recent page. [color=seagreen]“There was this song you've rehearsed... I don't know its title, but it was a slower, more emotional melody that increased in tempo midway through. I loved it so much I made a note of it! If you remember which it was, could you please play it?”[/color]

After giving the talented violinist his sincere thanks, he headed back to Noel and, as the opening tones sounded, told her:
[color=seagreen]“I'm inviting you for a round two. Shall we?”[/color]

Noel, obviously, didn't even bother thinking about the answer to that. She took his hand with a charming smile as she lead him back onto the dancefloor. [color=897691]"Don't you dare forget about that other kind of invitation."[/color] She gravely, but playfully reminded him before the violinist's fantastic song started in earnest.