[IC - Mehitabel Test Drive]

[keepingtabs]

[You've received an invitation to an elegant soiree, and when you arrive you find yourself dressed in fine clothes that look like what you'd wear to a grand performance at a theatre. Chamber music echoes around the venue--a grand ballroom, with candles and floating, glowing orbs glittering about to give the scene a golden glow. There's a woman nearby dressed like so who is giving you a friendly smile, especially if you look like a fish out of water. Perhaps you can talk to her to gain some footing? Or just find out what the event is for.]

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[keepingtabs]

[ah, yes. he's difficult to miss.]

Do you get many visitors, staying with Simon and Rinaldo?

[leftunsaid]

Who would visit me?
I'm quite unwanted in the Mirador.
Not feeling sorry for myself; just an unpleasant truth to deal with.

[keepingtabs]

Being unwanted can bring unwanted visitors, as well, but I do see what you mean.

[she wants to ask about mildmay, but she fears what the answer to that question is]

[leftunsaid]

So far we have been better to forget.
No, only Mildmay has visited.

[keepingtabs]

[... something's on the tip of her tongue, some word of understanding and solidarity, something about wanting to forget but being unable to... but she can't.]

Better, perhaps, but not ideal.

[she places her hand on his writing hand]

Would you dance with me?

[leftunsaid]

[puts his tablet back into his jacket, then bows over her hand]

[keepingtabs]

[smiles and takes his hand with a curtsy, and draws him towards the dance floor]

[leftunsaid]

[dances with her! He's no star, but he doesn't step on her feet.]

[keepingtabs]

[that's more than she expects from about half the people she dances with at the Mirador, tbh. Mehitabel's going to staunchly and deliberately ignore any dirty looks they get from the anti-Eusebian circle, too, even putting on some flairs at the end of her twirls just to be extra flagrant]

[leftunsaid]

[hides a smile at that, quirking a brow at her]

[keepingtabs]

What? I'm enjoying myself. Aren't you?