If the body is a temple, the soul is a bell Who: Luke and OPEN to all the folks at Belmont! What: Dance party! When: Late Wednesday night, after Luke's rash of journal notes Where: Belmont Servant's wing, common area Note: This can basically work as an open-to-reaction solo, or folks are welcome to do subthreads if they want!
They had been all day without heat. Fires had been made, and bodies huddled together, but by eight o' clock, well after the sun went down and after Lord Belmont and Lady Adler had retired to their rooms with their piles of blankets, the servants were, understandably, growing restless, the already miserable day turning back on its own misery. Some folks had managed to find other accommodations, though not many, and really, it was only the scullery staff who could manage to get away. Who knew what the Lord and Lady upstairs might want from them on a night like this?
And so, at Luke's urging, the staff took the last outlet that seemed available to them now: wine. Only the cheap stuff, of course; nothing from the Lord's pantry, just things that the staff had bought for themselves in town. Alcohol, like the tea and coffee many of them had been drinking all day, warmed them from the inside. But it wasn't enough, at least not as far as Luke was concerned. They had to get their bodies moving, to wear themselves out a little before bed.
So, after a hearty dinner of blessedly warm stew, Luke helped move some of the furniture in the common room to the side, clearing a space big enough to dance. He grinned his Fox-charmed grin at the Aurellian servant, some of whom were already eagerly circling up, and winked at the more-reticent Clovennian ones. Permission had been granted for this, Luke knew, largely because they were so far away from the Lord and Lady's room in the servant wing that "the ruckus" as the Clovennians called it, likely wouldn't carry to them anyway. But even if they were shut down, he was sure that at least little music couldn't do anything but help them, if only by lifting a few spirits. So he looked over his shoulder at a friend who'd pulled out a guitar, tucked his fiddle beneath his chin and began to play.