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alien_max ([info]alien_max) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 20:48:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 3, gabrielle, group activity, max evans, maxxie oliver, rose tyler, tsukasa doumyouji

Day 3 - Country Line Dancing!
Who: Max, Rose, Maxxie, Gabrielle, Doumyouji
What: Country Line Dancing Class
When: 10:00am
Where: The Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Status: Completed




Max woke up indulging in a long, luxurious, morning stretch and wondering where his blanket went. He must have gotten a bit warm and tossed and turned last night...his blankets were in the floor and the fly of his boxers was halfway to his hip. He chuckled at himself and straightened his boxers, as he stood up. Steamy thoughts of Giselle and Katara prevented him from making his boxers lay too straight, showertime would be playtime he decided...the sixteen year old wondered for a moment if the Planet wold supply them with porn. He blushed, looking around like someone could hear his thoughts,Ummmm...nothing hardcore or anyhing. Just like Playboy or Penthouse or something, y'know...just like naked girls..., he blushed again, heading towards the showers...he missed Liz so much.

On the way to the bathroom, he heard someone outside his door. "Hello?!", he called. "Hello, who's there?!". Walking to the door, he opened it and looked around...no one there, but an envelope was taped to his door with his name printed on it. With a curious expression, Max ripped the envelope off of the door and took it back over t the bed and sat on the edge. The paper inside was thickly textured and the printing nicely calligraphied.

'GO TO THE BALLROOM AT 10:00AM. YOU WILL BE TAKING A COUNTRY LINE-DANCING CLASS. THIS IS MANDATORY.IF YOU DO NOT GO, A GOLEM WILL FIND YOU AND TAKE YOU THERE. DO NOT LEAVE UNTIL THE CLASS IS FINISHED OR A GOLEM WILL TAKE YOU BACK.'

Max let the instructions fall to the carpeted floor, followed quickly by his disbelieving jaw, "Dancing?!", he exclaimed, "Why dancing? Who told them I danced? I don't dance!". He picked the instructions up and placed them on his desk with the envelope. Looking over at his digital clock he sighed, "8:45...an hour and 15 minutes...better get showered and hustle on over there"

After a quicker shower than he had planned, Max dressed in tee shirt, jeans and boots grabbed an apple to eat and hurried to the lobby to check out a map for directions to the ballroom. Reading the diagram on the wall, Max hurried into the massive ballroom to find himself the first one there...besides the stone golem testing out an instructional dvd, which he caught the beginning of on a suspended movie screen... "Howdy, Y'all! I'm Shawn Trautman and I'll be teaching you all the Achy Breachy Heart and The Boot Scootin' Boogie!".

"Hello!", Max greeted, as the golem stopped the dvd, "I'm Max Evans, ummm...reporting for duty".



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[info]the_almighty_me
2008-06-28 01:52 am UTC (link)
Doumyouji paid little attention to scene between Max and Maxxie; he just wanted to learn the dance and then go. If Max was making errors, he was making errors. As long s it didn't keep them there for any longer, or as long as he wasn't treading on his feet, Doumyouji was willing to ignore them and not say anything about the matter.

He looked a little surprised by Max's humorous response to his previous comment however, his eyebrows arching as he looked over at the other boy. He hadn't been a reply he'd been expecting and he wasn't all that sure with how to reply; Max didn't remind him of anyone he was personally friends with, or encountered with particular frequency. Instead he nodded somewhat awkwardly, traces of a smile present on his lips before returning to the dance. It wasn't particularly difficult, he just didn't like it, enjoy it or find it remotely interesting. If he were back home, he'd have suggested (or rather stated with the expectation that it would occur) that Max should get an instructor, so he'd learn quicker and they could all leave.

As a break was signalled, Doumyouji walked over to the refreshments, peering at them warily. Picking up a cup and smelling it, he nevertheless drank some. It didn't taste too bad, he supposed. He glanced back over at Max as the boy spoke. Apparently he liked to talk. "Tokyo, Japan", he answered. He didn't think it was necessary to give an account of what he'd be doing and what he'd planned on doing like that girl had. He wasn't interested. He'd have been more shocked by her comment, though, had he not come across the Doctor the day previous. As it was, he was only slightly surprised by the whole thing (she certainly talked about it in a manner that was simpler than the Doctor - not that he'd been entirely attentive the day previous).

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