Already wearing clothes.

Danny

(Musician at work - hangs up sign)

Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 5 ) Re-rolls: 1

Danny

*The sun was out, the sky was blue-ish, the weather was good enough for him to be sat with his guitar on his lap on a bench in the park. Today he was dressed in a pair of blue jeans; faded though and ending with the same pair of black shabby combat boots he always wore. Over the back of the bench hung a long black trencher. A green t'shirt that had in red writing. "See? Not a Red Shirt!" over that but open was a padded and thicker checkered shirt for when the weather broke or the temperature decided to drop through the floor as it was beginning to do at night. His hair was over his shoulder on the fingering side of the guitar, on the belly of the beast. But on the fret side he couldn't help but have it hang slightly. Musician at work it would appear.

To one side he had a notepad, to the other he had a laptop. He was working a riff, fingers running down the strings as he studied something playing on the laptop with a frown on his face, then his fingers began to run faster and faster on the strings.*

Danny

(awareness)

Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8) ( success x 2 )

Serafíne

Awareness.

Dice: 7 d10 TN5 (1, 1, 2, 5, 5, 7, 7, 10) ( success x 5 ) Re-rolls: 1

Serafíne

"Come on."

Dan knows better to question Sera when she tells him that she feels something. She is always feeling something and sometimes he even picks up on those sensations, though it rarely seems that he picks up on anything before she does. Just now - a fucking Wednesday afternoon, second most boring day of the week, he has blown off any professional engagements to mourn over the state of the goddamned country and he is pretty fucking sure (absolutely fucking sure) that Sera has no idea why that is but he did take her to vote yesterday. She was pretty goddamned high. He has no idea what she did in the ballot box but he knows she had to sign her real name to register and she grumbled at him about that for days and then she had to sign her real name to get her ballot and grumble grumble grumble.

So Wednesday and she has forgotten her grumbling and she has an Icee from 7-11 and he's carrying a coffee (not a coffee-drink: just a coffee from a local shop and they are in Washington Park because Sera wants to feed the ducks croissants and then she's redirecting him, tugging him a down a different path and the afternoon feels bright and simple and - yeah - alright, all things considered.

That's the effect of sunlight on skin.

So, curving around walking path toward Danny and his laptop and Danny and his guitar and Danny and his notepad: Dan (tall, blond, bearded, covered in tattoos and dressed in his usual uniform of skinny jeans and an old band t-shirt. The Pixies, because okay yes you have heard of them but that might be when all real music started) and Sera (and we will describe her outfit in the next post. Bet you can't wait.)

If Danny looks up from his work, Sera lifts her free hand (which is also holding her Icee) and waves it, see? All HI! HI! HELLO!

Danny

*As it happens, the opening riff for Here Comes Your Man is suitable for most occasions, and it would fit in here. He looked up when he sensed that something different coming closer which would herald the arrival of another mage. His fingers picked out the opening bars of the song as soon as he saw Dan, and he grinned even more when he saw Sera.* Well now...

*then he had to go start with those words.*

Outside there's a box car waiting, Outside the family stew. Out by the fire breathing, Outside we wait 'til face turns blue.

Serafíne

Sera has her other arm tucked into Dan's. They're so close. They're always so close. She's always so close to everyone, and she kinda inhales see and flashes her confidant / friend / keeper / lover this sly upswept look as Danny starts playing that opening riff, and then singing the opening bars. Takes a sip of her Icee and adds on the next lines -

"I know the nervous walking -

"I know the dirty beard hangs.

"Take me away to nowhere plains."

Usually Sera gets to be Kim Deal. Today that's Dan's job so he throws in her line in this attempt at breathy falsetto that might work better if he weren't on the verge of laughter because Sera's sticking out a blue tongue at him.

No sign between them of what went down a week or more ago, and Sera and Dan kinda tap out, you know. Let Danny finish his riff or surge into the chorus or whatever he's going to do, wait until he's finished before Sera enthuses, "Hey man, that was awesome." Why the hell not? It's how she feels. Then she tips her Icee toward Danny. It is a giant extra enormous big gulp and it is blue. "What the fuck are you doing out here. Want some?"

Danny

*He just shook his head and started laughter.* You're gonna be pissing blue ice if you're not careful drinking that shit. *But there was no harm in it, he didn't continue the riff, just broke away with a wolf whistle at the pair of them from the strings.

Then he settled his fingers on the strings to end the notes.* I'm outside? When the fuck did that happen? *He looks around and chuckles again.* Nah, it's a good day, I'm making the most of the colours and air before it turns into the arctic wasteland Kalen's warned me about. How are you guys anyhow?

*The strings didn't stay still long, soon enough his fingers were finding the notes for Under the Bridge.*

Serafíne

"God, gross - " Sera complains, wrinkling her sharp little nose as Danny declares that she will be pissing blue ice. She may have misheard that as blue eyes though she doesn't mention the near-homonym which she hears mostly because, well, she is wearing her usual tiny little denim cut-offs with fishnets and well-worn Doc Martens (not the heels she often sports) and a bra of some sort beneath her unzipped hoodie and, you know, nothing else.

This flash of pink sequins from her torso, between the teeth of the hoodie's zipper as she turns and climbs up onto the picnic table or - you know - whatever Danny has chosen as his perch of the day. In a bit he might be able to make out the sequined eyes that make up the cups of the bra. Or maybe not. It depends on how she sits and how she turns and how she reaches to tug Dan after her.

"Careful isn't really in Sera's vocabulary - " Dan, with an affectionate smirk, allows himself to be tugged closer. "We're good." - with a flash of a look at Sera, who just smiles back at him, not precisely serene but, you know, whole the way some people always seem to be.

"Wait, you moved to Denver without understanding, you know, winter?" That's Sera, sipping her Icee. It is liberally spiked with vodka, because why the fuck not. "You know they'll make you put on a shirt and shit, right?"

Danny

*He laughs again at that.* I get to wear my boardies during the summer, I get to work on my tv tan in the winter... what's not to like? That and the snowing here's got to be fucking cool right?

*His fingers kept on playing. He turned his head and looked at Dan then Sera.* So, what's new and groovy? You guys are okay?

Kalen spent the night at mine Saturday night. He was pretty drained, so.... Yeah just checking. *He didn't add that he was hyper and wired before he'd crashed.*

Serafíne

Sera's head - that shorn undercut, those dark roots and perfectly blown out golden curls - cocks and there's something careful about the shape of that expression on her. Something lingering. Something aware and she glances at Danny and then her dark eyes slide back to Dan, who has not taken a seat but has come close enough to rest a familiar hand high on her thigh.

"You mean - " he glances at Sera, gauging her expression, then back to Danny. Voice quiet. " - after the thing at Victoria's?"

Danny

*With a subtle nod and still working those fingers he shifts on the bench a bit more to be facing them. For all intents and purposes, he could just be serenading the pair of them.*

Serafíne

There's this moment, see. Danny turns to face the pair of them and Dan is glancing at Sera once more. His mouth is quick beneath his beard but right now it is still.

"We're okay," so, yeah. Quiet. The hint of a smile on his face now, though that expression is subtle enough to contain this edge of ache. "Sera's tougher than she looks."

Sera is not looking at either of them, focused instead on the lid of her Icee. Where she punched down all of the plastic bubbles meant to indicate what sort of drink it contains: DIET or SPRITE or COKE or whatever, punched down all of them, the stiff plastic gone opaque from the fracturing of its structure. She glances up at Dan when he tells them both that she is tougher than she looks and her expression is - complicated. Wry. Pained. Private.

But she doesn't shy from pain, and now she glances up at Danny, this sheen to her eyes that she doesn't shy from, either. "How much do you wanna know?"

Danny

As much as you want to tell me. Kalen was pretty cut up about it. But he didn't want to relive any of it. So.... Just tell me what ever you think I need to know.

*There's compassion there in his eyes, there's sympathy at her pain, there's understanding there as well at the ache she feels.* Or don't tell me a thing, just enjoy the music and let it unravel a few things.

Serafíne

"I don't mind talking," Sera tells Danny, and her focus in that moment is mostly internal. See, she is figuring that out. She is learning this about herself right now, listening to the fibers of her muscular heart. Her mouth seams, and the expression is precise but not compressed. " - but I don't need to talk."

She glances up then, "I really am okay," all earnest, more to Dan than to Danny.

"But if you really wanna hear about it - " Another brief pause. "Is Kalen okay now?"

Danny

He will be. *He nods in affirmation to that.* So will Elijah. So will you.

*His fingers restless on the strings pull the song from the air, filling the sounds around them with notes, a measured pace, a gentle calm, nothing aggressive.* He just needed to get away from spooking people.

Serafíne

There is this strange and lovely line between truth and platitude. Danny assures Sera that Kalen will be fine, that Elijah will be fine, that she will be fine, and her eyes have dropped from his, back to the plastic lid of her Icee, and she gives him this hitch-shouldered little half-shrug that makes the hanging zip of her unzipped hoodie jingle, just a little bit, like a bell and she is sort of half-smiling but her expression is contained. Banked and she doesn't agree with him, verbally or non-verbally, that they will be fine, any of them, any of them.

Even if she knows in the marrow of her bones that they will.

"Spooking people?"

Danny

Yeah... He was kinda.... *He frowned a bit, recalling that moment.* Pounced on me... soon as I got out of my car. Called me, asked me to get to him and then pretty much pounced... The jangles I guess you could call em.

Serafíne

Oh, she glances up then. Lovely creature, this sharp profile framed by the wild cast of her loose hair, her eyes dark, her make-up dark, that absurb pink-eyed-bra catching the sunlight as she turns and sending spangles dancing across Danny's frame as she sort of sits up. Sits upright.

"I'm glad you were there for him." Then, this slantward look down that again feels so very private. The edge sharpening. "I take it you guys did go on that date, then?"

Look what someone's avoided chatting about, after all.

Danny

*The corner of his mouth lifts into a twitch of a smile.* We've been up to a mountain a few times, we've spent time together.

*His fingers just kept touching strings, his fretting hand working the notes and chords in unison. A deft slide of a finger to slant and bend the note, then another plucked out stream of notes.* I'll be there for him until he doesn't want me to be anymore. It's that simple. I promised I'd stay. I don't break promises.

Serafíne

Oh, a brightness to her gaze. An awareness. She's magic, you see.

"That sounds pretty serious."

Her quick little mouth curving in a self-contained half-smile.

Danny

*At that he chuckles again, grinning and even shrugs one shoulder.* It is what it is. So, are you still going to officiate?

Kalen Holliday

[How awake are we?]

Dice: 7 d10 TN7 (1, 1, 1, 4, 5, 7, 7) ( success x 2 )

Kalen Holliday

[And how distracted by Resonance are we?]

Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8) ( success x 2 )

Serafíne

"'Course I am. I'll be out of town for a little while, though. Don't elope before I get back."

Danny

Going off anywhere nice? *he asks, the music changed again, a series of chords just being strummed before he began to pick out the notes once more, a mimic to the chords, slowly working the chords themselves into it, a gently repetitive sound, then changing down, before coming back up to the same.*

And I don't think we'll elope just yet. *Now he was looking at Serafine when she said the next part. Tilting his head a little as he hunched over the guitar.*

Kalen Holliday

Kalen's had an interesting week. Month? Year? Year. And so of course he's come here, to the edge of a lake even though he is terrified of water. There is not a scarecrow today. There almost never is. Still, he lingers for a second, looking at the space where there has been.

After a moment he turns away from where he sometimes encounters The Message, toward where he can sense Danny and Serafine. He's dressed in jeans and a long gray coat, carrying coffee because he so rarely goes more than an hour or two without it. And there are shadows under his pale eyes, yes.

He does not rush to meet them. Just follows paths and slips off the path to where they are.

Serafíne

Danny asks if Sera is going anywhere nice and once again she favors him with this remarkably complex expression, the sort with so many edges it seems faceted, which both enhances and contextualizes and contains its brilliance.

Her eyes are soft, though. Even her mouth is soft, and Dan's gaze is on her profile and there is this moment where Serafíne seems so absolutely lost that he reaches for her and cups the frame of her head - his tattooed fingers tender against the short fringe of her undercut - and drops his mouth to her golden crown.

This line between her brows, which crests but does not break, and then she's smiling, smiling, reaching for Dan's forearm where it is wrapped around her, tucking her left hand so that her first knuckles are just bent, the chipped polish on her nails visible, dropping her mouth to his skin. This moment of communion between them.

"London," she tells Danny, then. "I'm going to London."

She doesn't say: back to, but that is also true.

"The party's the best part of a wedding anyway," Sera murmurs, like she knows what the fuck she's talking about, glancing up at Dan all in inquiry. " - have I ever even been to a wedding?"

"Yes. Janine and Hayley from roller derby a month and a half ago."

"That was a wedding. Fuck."

Danny

*He was staring at the cascade of thoughts across her face, the complexity of the human mind and the mirrors it provides to those watching, those who pay attention gives a small insight perhaps. So he nods, at her comment regarding London, then smiles and chuckles at the comment regarding the wedding she'd been to.* I take it, it wasn't your standard lets all dance party. A roller derby one perhaps?

Kalen Holliday

"Hey," Kalen says quietly as he reaches them. Danny gets a quick smile before his eyes settle on Serafine. And he knows, if not what that something horrible happened. He saw that well enough in the way Elijah and Alexander came back to him. And he may not know what exactly, but he knows what those nights are like. He's had them.

And so there is something soft in his tone, even softer than the usual toe he has for Serafine, when he asks, "How are you?" He reaches out to touch her shoulder, less because he's worried and more because he is saying hello. He can't exactly pull her to his side while she's perched up on a bench and she is tangled up with Dan. And you can tell that he is calm because he starts to reach out like Dan will get the same greeting because when Kalen isn't busy acting aloof or biting anyone foolish enough to come near him he is ridiculously into contact. And he sees Dan often enough. But then somewhere at the beginning of that movement he stops and gives Dan a little nod instead.

Serafíne

"It was a pretty conventional wedding, actually," Dan has taken up the thread of the conversation and he is speaking over the crown of Sera's head and his voice is this rich, low baritone. A bit of a rumble, that Sera really rather likes. "Outdoors, but both brides wore white dresses. They had a bonfire afterwards. Tried to get the wedding party to skate in but the ground was too uneven, so Janine said they just all wore vans with the fancy wedding shit."

"Did we give them a good present?" Sera wants to know and Dan,

laughs, breathes out with it, forceful, from-the-diaphragm. "'Course we did. They loved it. You had a great time."

--

Then Kalen's there. Sera's sharp little chin rises when she catches the leading edge of his stormy resonance which is just as he says Hi and he's reaching for her shoulder and may be ready to pull her close but Dan's already, you know, holding her. Sera's dark gaze is all on Kalen in that moment, banked but - you know - aware.

"I'm okay." This rallying little smile, these damp and lovely eyes, as Dan untangles himself, see. Lets her go.

What she says is also absolutely objectively true, right now. Sera is pretty okay. She's so goddamned magick how could she be otherwise?

Danny

*He turned his head looking when he could feel Kalen approaching, giving him a broad smile as he took him in. He even shifted a bit on the bench to let Kalen grab a seat if he wanted to. His fingers slowed to a gentle pace, sliding those long fingers of his along the strings to let it twang and break out, his hand moving to sing the strings, bringing the vibrato into play, yes he was in that place again. The place where you have to get the music out of you, or its going to consume you like some kind of inner pulsing flame. That urge couldn't be contained, it woke him up during his sleep sometimes, dreaming music, hearing the tones and notes in his sleep was nothing new. So he'd brought his guitar out to the park to make the most of the good weather before it all went Snowmageddon on them. The music was turning bluesie, a rich sound with a twang to it, a cowboy lick perhaps? Who knew, perhaps the mile high city was rubbing off on him.*

Ian

Ian ran by this lake most weekday evenings. Tonight was no exception. He'd already been running for a good hour or so, winding trails through the city streets and around the park as the sun set with a dusky glow on the horizon. It was dark by the time he got to the place where Danny, Kalen, Dan and Sera were, but the park had lights to illuminate the path so they'd likely see him coming: running at a smooth, agile pace. The weather was cold enough now that he actually had a shirt on (black with a little silver UA logo,) though it was thin and short-sleeved so it couldn't have done much to keep out the breeze.

It didn't matter. The running kept him warm. (And he had ways of dealing with the cold that Sleepers didn't.)

There was a band on his arm where he kept his cell phone, and bluetooth earbuds that blocked out the sound of Danny's own music. As Ian approached the group, he pulled them out so they hung loosely around his neck. His pace slowed, until he finally came to stop beside Kalen.

"Hey." He addressed the group at large with a familiar little nod, breathing deeply as his heart rate began to slow and the vital need for oxygen gradually grew less immediate. He let his hands rest on his hips for a moment.

Kalen Holliday

Dan untangles from Serafine and so Kalen does reach out for her again, for all he hadn't meant for that. He remembers the last time he tried to pull her to him, her hesitation before she'd relaxed. Not because it stung him, but because it was out of place in all of their other interactions. Otherwise he might have tugged her down from the bench to hug her, but instead he reaches out and offers her a hand. She can come down if she wants.

"You might have been right," he says to her, barely audible, really, over Danny playing.

And then there is Ian, and Kalen smiles at him. Warm. Calm. "Hey."

Serafíne

Kalen offers Sera a hand and she doesn't know that he's remembering her resistance, the last time he reached for her. She doesn't remember her resistance, whatever it was has slipped from her like water or perhaps it was worked its way right through her. She is as she is and she is right now accepting his hand this odd little dance, kind of reading the unspoken braille of his body language and remembering what Danny said about him, after, and sort of rising from the picnic table or park bench or what the fuck ever while Danny plays like that and Dan's eyes have slid briefly from Sera's profile to Danny's fingers on the fretboard and lifted to appreciate, you know, Ian, because Dan appreciates both Danny and Ian aesthetically and perhaps more than Sera really does because she kinda doesn't seem to notice how spectacular they look except peripherally, and then it will always take her by surprise.

So, she rises and wraps her arms around him, hoodie swinging open, pink-eye bra all sequined in the light, smelling like clove cigarettes and vodka and blue raspberry Icee, too, and holds him just so long but never long enough to threaten his damned dignity. Lifts her sharp little chin to plant a kiss on his temple, then draws herself back, tips her alcoholic Icee toward Kalen and Ian in invitation (DO THEY WANT SOME) and gives Kalen a wry kind of look.

"Kalen's been scaring the fuck out of Danny over the winter weather in Denver," this is what she says to Ian. "This is gonna be your first winter here too, isn't it? Look at you. Already wearing clothes."

Danny

You make it sound like I'm specting there to be twenty foot drifts or something.... *He laughs, his fingers still doing what they did. He even paused long enough to pick up the bottle he had beside him of coke, using it as a slide bar instead to bring something new to the mix, now shit was getting really bluesie as he played. The smile was still there though, content as he was to keep playing til his fingers bled again, or he heaven forbid broke a string. But that was covered too in it's own way. He always kept a spare set on him somewhere. As he played, he took his eyes away from Kalen, tapping his foot idly while he played complex mix of notes, some picked, some strummed, but all played where they needed to be. His eyes half closed, the smile remained on his face and he even nodded slowly in time to the beat only could hear in his head.*

Ian

Three of the four people in this particular gathering had seen Ian naked before, though Sera may very well not remember. (She'd been high at the time.) Dan... probably did remember. And Kalen most assuredly would. So it was not entirely without point that Sera made that little crack about Ian being fully dressed. And he actually laughed. This brief, winded moment of amusement.

"I was here last winter."

Here, yes. He just hadn't done much mixing with the locals.

"Anyway, I'm from Chicago. I'm used to the cold."

Danny was playing something on his guitar, bluesy and improvised and Ian glanced over for a long moment to watch him. It wasn't healthy to sit still after a long run, so he paced through the grass a bit, keeping his legs loose. His eyes shifted from Danny to the other (less magically inclined) Dan, and there was this small, almost knowing smile shot his way. Flirting with no particular intent. Because he could. Because Dan liked to watch him and he'd noticed.

"You play pretty well," he commented to Danny. Then, to Kalen again. "How've you been?"

Kalen Holliday

Kalen...it would be a lie to say he does not care at all about his dignity. But, he is not terribly concerned about now. He does not demonstrate this by trying to keep Serafine, she gets to come and go at whatever whims take her. He does, despite the cold, accept the offer of a sip of vodka and blue dye-laced Icee. Without any regard for the colors it might turn his tongue.

"I've been searching for the ice demon this city must have offended at some point. So we can defeat it or apologize to it, or whatever we have to do. Melt its snowy heart. I don't even know. But so far, it seems that there is nothing unnatural about the weather here. I can only conclude this means the inciting incident predates recorded history."

Danny's attention is drifting to his guitar, and Kalen does at least glance at him before he lets his attention settle on Ian. "Good, I think. Puzzled?" He smiles. "I don't know. You've met me. Better, I think. You?"

Serafíne

"There could be twenty-foot drifts," Dan informs Danny, this supple half-smirk breaking through the frame of his blond beard. "I mean, probably not but we are fucking close to the mountains. Or it could be sixty degrees all February long. Sera doesn't seem to notice - "

"I fucking notice!" Sera exclaims, while Kalen drinks some Icee, without caring what color it turns his tongue. Well, he'll need more than a sip before his tongue turns blue. Maybe as much as Sera's had, as her tongue has already made the change.

She doesn't climb back on to the park bench / picnic table. Just leans back against Dan who meets that look Ian shoots him over the crown of Sera's head. Catches that glance and keeps it a moment longer, the surface of his smirk edging upward through his beard, then disappearing again as he glances at Kalen.

The way he holds Sera, though, arm loose around her torso. Hand flat on her bare stomach, loving and loose, protective and familiar.

Another glance at Danny. "You do play well." Echoing Ian, conscious or otherwise. "Any gigs soon?"

Danny

*You play pretty well. Was that a compliment from Ian? He didn't change the pace, he kept on playing, lifting his head and looking at the group that had clustered around him and his guitar. The smile remaining in place.* Thanks. It's good to hear you like it.

*Kalen got his attention, his eyes moving to check on him as he did, then moved on to Sera, and finally to Dan, the corner of his mouth twitching again into a smile, but his fingers never stopped moving, his head didn't stop bobbing. Soon his attention was back on Kalen and Sera and Ian again. The pace changed, a raunchy sound, something sulty even, at times his fingers found the time and space some how to tap on the body of the guitar to give a little pace to himself. But all the while he kept on playing rises of notes, lofty airs that soared, then cascaded down again. All through out was that pace that he picked as a foundation.

Could he feel that slightly numb fault on his finger tip that meant something was about to turn into a blood blister? Sort of, when you're in that moment, you don't really feel anything, just the music as it tears itself away from your blood and bones to make itself an ethereal being, lost to the void beyond once it'd stopped being heard.

But did it really? I mean, if one person remembers hearing a song at that moment in time, does it really ever fade away? Or does it become a ghost, or does it become another part of forces? Or even entropy? Sound being energy?

The frown increased again as he considered those thoughts, His eyes going slightly distant with a slight pout to go with it mulling it all over in his head.

Sometimes, Danny you have far too much going on in your pretty little head there sunshine.

He was paying attention to the conversation around him, his head lifted and he watched as they all spoke, discussing how they were with each other, that gave him another reason to nod, satisfied he was now. He even snorted at the comment about the cold and the ice demon.* Grinch, it has to be a Grinch.

You'll be okay Kalen. *He adds to it quietly, but it's with an assured confidence and well there it was, the pearl of wisdom you'd all been on tenterhooks for.

He blushed as if he suddenly realised he'd interrupted their conversation.* Huh?

*Shit, he was being spoken to and for a moment he looked like he had to replay the last three seconds of his life to figure out what was said to him. Music did that to him when he was like this. It was like being on the wind itself. It left him shaking and exhausted every time it did it to him. That and ravenously hungry.* Oh. band shit... don't get me started on that... Everyone thinks they're a fucking guitar hero or they've got some mad skills on the skins. Just.... Another round of auditions to go through tomorrow, but... *Here he smirked at Kalen.* Got the rehearsal space figured out, finally.

Ian

Kalen turned the question back on him, and he shrugged once, lightly. "I'm alive. My dance company's doing well. And last I checked I was still pretty okay-looking, so I suppose I can't complain."

It wasn't really a serious answer, but then, Danny was sitting next to them playing the blues on his guitar and Sera was offering everyone alcohol-spiked blue slush (which Ian passed on.) One could only expect so much disclosure from Ian even in less distracting circumstances.

Danny kept playing, and the music shifted, becoming something more sultry. Ian took advantage of the moment by reaching out to grasp Kalen's hand. "Someone should be dancing to this." He tilted his head and grinned along one side of his mouth, giving Kalen a gentle tug forward (closer into his field of gravity.) But he was watching, too. And there was a casualness about the act that did not seem to imply any insistence. If Kalen wasn't in the mood, he could just as easily pull away.

Kalen Holliday

"Yeah. I'll be fine, I know," he's says to Danny, but that is just warm and a bit amused.

He laughs when Ian tugs at him, invites him into his space the way only a few moments before he'd invited Serafine into his. Well...something like. There was no possession or expectation or insistence in his invitation to Serafine, but it can't really be defined as casual. "You just know I dance probably well enough not to trip you, but not nearly well enough to actually compete with you."

But even as he laughs he's moving, falling easily enough into Ian's gravity. It's all gravity in the end right? All of them. Energy and the force that binds that energy? Echoes of Words spoken before memory.

He isn't in the mood to fight with that tonight. To fight with anything, really.

Serafíne

Dan is murmuring something to Sera that sounds like we've got that thing or you still wanna do that thing and she's smiling at Kalen and even Ian a wee little bit and her kind of swimming awareness has turned inward again. It feels banked and framed and internal and she's sipping her Icee meditatively and she nods to Dan which could mean anything but he takes it as a yes to whatever he was asking and pulls back from her and tugs her a bit after and says, more to Danny than anyone,

"Hey man we're gonna get outta here. Good luck with the auditions. Tell them we'll see them around."

Sera waves her slushie and tucks herself against Dan's flank. She's humming. She's magick. Sometimes the world just seems to open itself for her.

Serafíne

(Thank you all! I gotta sleep. I am exhausted. :D night!)