Karolina and JM at the CLUE party
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om_mainKar and JM share a light-up dance--their favorite activity!
The song wasn’t familiar to Karolina, but she danced along to it anyway. She loved dancing, always had, and already she’d spent most of the party on the dance floor, only venturing away twice for a drink. She knew she should probably be socializing more. She’d made surprisingly so few friends since coming to the school and a party was the perfect opportunity to mingle, to meet new people. But, this just felt so good, so much like flying and she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She lit up and spun, giggling at the arching trail of rainbow light left behind.
Jeanne-Marie followed the trail, of course knowing instantly who it was. Very few people looked like they enjoyed dancing just for the sake of dancing so much as Jeanne-Marie felt she did, but Karolina Dean was apparently one of them, apparently. Jeanne-Marie lit herself up a little before she darted through the crowd, leaving her own, much more temporary trail. "Karolina--I don't need to ask if you're having fun."
“I’m not very subtle, am I?” Karolina replied, her accompanying laughter breathless and happy. She couldn’t stop smiling. “How are you, Jeanne-Marie?” She caught the other girl’s hand, playfully twirling her. “Are you having fun?”
Jeanne-Marie laughed and lit up a little, a faint white glow all over her skin where it showed, as she spun, then swung around to slip an arm around Karolina's waist loosely. The better to dance with her! "I am not subtle either--why should we be? I am always having fun when there's dancing."
Karolina spun them around the dance floor as if it were a waltz, giggling. “Isn’t it the best?” she gushed. “I love dancing.”
She slowed to a sway so they could talk, her arms loose around the other girl and her rainbow glow disappearing. “How are you, Jeanne-Marie?” Her smile was warm. “Did you enjoy the show?”
"I loved it! I am wonderful because of it," Jeanne-Marie replied with a laugh. "And you were so brilliant--Mrs. Peacock is so opposite to you!"
Karolina beamed at the compliment. “Thank you!” she replied, flushed with pride. “I had so much fun. Playing people who aren’t like you can be the best people to play, I think.”
Her smile was big, happy, “Everyone was just so amazing! They are so many talented people here. I don’t think I would have been half as good if it weren’t for them.”
"You are too modest; your cast-mates are not, so it balances out." Jeanne-Marie chuckled and threw a glance at Eames, who was, as usual, fabulous. And owning it. "None of you need to be, though, it's true. So many talented people who look good on stage!"
“The mutant gene does seem to make for very attractive people,” Karolina agreed, her gaze moving over the party before settling on the pretty girl in her arms. “And then you put them on stage and, well, there’s a sight. I’ve been to countless award shows and I’ve never seen better.”
Jeanne-Marie had settled into the rhythm; dancing with girls was different, but she had enough experience not to be surprised by it. It was even nicer than dancing with boys--unless it was a particular boy you wanted--in most ways, though she couldn't have explained how. "Maybe because we've all had to act at least a few times in our lives, since manifesting?" It could've been a sad sentiment, really, but she was more inquisitive.
Karolina’s smile turned bittersweet. “Maybe,” she agreed, sounding a little sad for it. “And there some who have had to before manifesting.” She knew she had. She also knew that she couldn’t possibly be the only queer kid in the school who’d had to, and that there were probably many others who had to for many other reasons. “It’s the hardest kind of acting there is.”
"I feel like I acted my entire life, before I came here," Jeanne-Marie admitted easily, though there was regret in her smile.
Karolina gave Jeanne-Marie a gentle squeeze, her smile soft and sympathetic, “I’m sorry. I’m glad you’re somewhere where you don’t have to act anymore.”
Jeanne-Marie squeezed back as they kept moving. "And where I can dance. With you."
Laughing, Karolina teased, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were flirting with me.” Not that she’d mind! She’d count herself lucky to be flirted with by a girl as sweet and pretty as Jeanne-Marie.
"I've been told that I can't help myself," Jeanne-Marie replied with a laugh.
“Well, you’ll get no complaints from me!” Karolina said back, laughing again.
The song wasn’t familiar to Karolina, but she danced along to it anyway. She loved dancing, always had, and already she’d spent most of the party on the dance floor, only venturing away twice for a drink. She knew she should probably be socializing more. She’d made surprisingly so few friends since coming to the school and a party was the perfect opportunity to mingle, to meet new people. But, this just felt so good, so much like flying and she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She lit up and spun, giggling at the arching trail of rainbow light left behind.
Jeanne-Marie followed the trail, of course knowing instantly who it was. Very few people looked like they enjoyed dancing just for the sake of dancing so much as Jeanne-Marie felt she did, but Karolina Dean was apparently one of them, apparently. Jeanne-Marie lit herself up a little before she darted through the crowd, leaving her own, much more temporary trail. "Karolina--I don't need to ask if you're having fun."
“I’m not very subtle, am I?” Karolina replied, her accompanying laughter breathless and happy. She couldn’t stop smiling. “How are you, Jeanne-Marie?” She caught the other girl’s hand, playfully twirling her. “Are you having fun?”
Jeanne-Marie laughed and lit up a little, a faint white glow all over her skin where it showed, as she spun, then swung around to slip an arm around Karolina's waist loosely. The better to dance with her! "I am not subtle either--why should we be? I am always having fun when there's dancing."
Karolina spun them around the dance floor as if it were a waltz, giggling. “Isn’t it the best?” she gushed. “I love dancing.”
She slowed to a sway so they could talk, her arms loose around the other girl and her rainbow glow disappearing. “How are you, Jeanne-Marie?” Her smile was warm. “Did you enjoy the show?”
"I loved it! I am wonderful because of it," Jeanne-Marie replied with a laugh. "And you were so brilliant--Mrs. Peacock is so opposite to you!"
Karolina beamed at the compliment. “Thank you!” she replied, flushed with pride. “I had so much fun. Playing people who aren’t like you can be the best people to play, I think.”
Her smile was big, happy, “Everyone was just so amazing! They are so many talented people here. I don’t think I would have been half as good if it weren’t for them.”
"You are too modest; your cast-mates are not, so it balances out." Jeanne-Marie chuckled and threw a glance at Eames, who was, as usual, fabulous. And owning it. "None of you need to be, though, it's true. So many talented people who look good on stage!"
“The mutant gene does seem to make for very attractive people,” Karolina agreed, her gaze moving over the party before settling on the pretty girl in her arms. “And then you put them on stage and, well, there’s a sight. I’ve been to countless award shows and I’ve never seen better.”
Jeanne-Marie had settled into the rhythm; dancing with girls was different, but she had enough experience not to be surprised by it. It was even nicer than dancing with boys--unless it was a particular boy you wanted--in most ways, though she couldn't have explained how. "Maybe because we've all had to act at least a few times in our lives, since manifesting?" It could've been a sad sentiment, really, but she was more inquisitive.
Karolina’s smile turned bittersweet. “Maybe,” she agreed, sounding a little sad for it. “And there some who have had to before manifesting.” She knew she had. She also knew that she couldn’t possibly be the only queer kid in the school who’d had to, and that there were probably many others who had to for many other reasons. “It’s the hardest kind of acting there is.”
"I feel like I acted my entire life, before I came here," Jeanne-Marie admitted easily, though there was regret in her smile.
Karolina gave Jeanne-Marie a gentle squeeze, her smile soft and sympathetic, “I’m sorry. I’m glad you’re somewhere where you don’t have to act anymore.”
Jeanne-Marie squeezed back as they kept moving. "And where I can dance. With you."
Laughing, Karolina teased, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were flirting with me.” Not that she’d mind! She’d count herself lucky to be flirted with by a girl as sweet and pretty as Jeanne-Marie.
"I've been told that I can't help myself," Jeanne-Marie replied with a laugh.
“Well, you’ll get no complaints from me!” Karolina said back, laughing again.
