Ballroom; the edges
Of course there were people for whom Musings wasn't home but a story, something to be told about in the same way she told people of her worlds, layering detail upon humdrum detail until it was very real and very vivid. Except how did you explain a place that felt so close to here that you could go back and look at places in it, everything the same except the people that lived there? Blytech was to be envied or pitied, depending upon who you were, Joss thought as she regarded him with a certain solemnity given this confession.
"I suppose it would," she nodded now; suppose there were no forums and all you had was what it was like, to change suddenly and unexpectedly? Her face was changing, the tiniest of expressions as she looked at Blytech and she looked at the dance-floor beyond, and then, shyly,
"I don't.. suppose you know how to dance? It's been ages, but I think I remember how. If you would, that is, you don't have to," she rushed to reassure him. It was only a whim. A small one, that would go away if she bade it and there was always tonight when she could dream herself a dance. But that wouldn't be the same, Joss was realizing.