Katzaniel Posted December 23, 2004 Report Posted December 23, 2004 Somewhere in the Assembly Room, a sleepy Canid opened an eye. A noise, like someone hammering on wood with metal. Stretching, she wandered over to a window. In the distance she could make out a large fence located just outside the Cabaret Room. Curious, she made her way out the door and toward the structure... Earlier, and somewhat closer to the scene, Peredhil sat up straight. A scraping sound. Unusual. Looking outside, he saw a large, shining expanse. Too far away to determine more, he stepped outside... A little later and in the air above, Gryphon flew over the area. He had to check his flight midair, then regaining his control he swooped down. A makeshift fence, surrounding ... ice? A large expanse of field had been converted to a rink. Coming in closer, Gryphon saw Canid, Peredhil and Katzaniel already there. Landing, sliding, he made it over to the group. "...tights," Katzaniel finished, turning to Gryphon. "What is this all about?" he asked, gesturing needlessly. "A skating rink," mused Peredhil. "Katzaniel insists that we must either wear tights or submit an Ode to Tights in order to use it." Gryphon looked surprised, then pondered. His eyes glimmered. "I'll go gather some friends," he said. Canid shook her head and began walking away, half shrugging as she did so. Peredhil smiled. "I wonder," he said aloud, then left too. Katzaniel only grinned, sitting on the ice, waiting for the word to spread... OOC: 5 geld for participating.
Peredhil Posted December 24, 2004 Report Posted December 24, 2004 OoC... You asked for it... An Ode to Tights! Oy! the confining spandex joy! Oy! I'm a stretchy bulgy boy! Oh! They show off assets so well! Oh boy, cleaning them is drycleaning hell! When I'm skating in my tights, It seems my leaping reaches new heights Oh! The shimmery shining pants! Oh! the way they help me Ice Dance! Oy! I'm sliding on my tights, for Oy! Watch out world, I'm out the door! Contrary to all he just declaimed, Peredhil pulls up his grey raw silk Armani trousers and slides his feet into antique skates. After tighting the laces and pulling his pants down over the boot tops, he takes a few wobbling steps, and then glides as old skills come back to him. Soon he is leaping and twirling as well as his suit allows, totally forgetting that Elrohir is waiting to be relieved from duty in his Kissing Booth.
Zadown Posted December 24, 2004 Report Posted December 24, 2004 A pair of small skates leap over the edge of the skating ring, the skates topped by a short tights nevertheless large enough to completely obscure whatever is inside. As the thing gathers speed, the empty end of the tights flaps in the wind like a shiny red flag. It twirls around Peredhil, still gathering more speed, and soon its skates are striking icy sparks. It widens its circle, then tightens it and finally leaps into air, rotating around itself with a dizzying speed. Before ||` vanishes into the wintry sky it shouts out with glee. "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Even frenzied sugar golems do not defy gravity forever, though, and those present stare upwards wondering when the sharp, whirling skates and everything attached to them will fall back down...
Annael Posted December 24, 2004 Report Posted December 24, 2004 Peredhil blinks as a vision of Annael, curls flying behind her, tattered dress flying high above her knees to reveal black tights with little coloured butterflies all over them go whizzing past him. Twisting and twirling, jumping and swirling, laughter spilling about her, she was the Annael of old. Then in a moment, she was gone, her laughter still dancing in the air as life stole her away again.
Ayshela Posted December 24, 2004 Report Posted December 24, 2004 Ayshela glides onto the ice, sliding across the rink on her shiny silver skates. Her short green skirt flies as she spins and jumps, rivalled only by her mane of reddish brown hair swinging as she glides by Peredhil and Gryphon. As she comes nearby the pattern on her black tights can be identified as twining vines of ivy, creeping up from her boots and disappearing into the green of her skirt. After one last jump, Ayshela drops a quick curtsey and glides off with a smile and cheery wave.
Black9 Posted December 29, 2004 Report Posted December 29, 2004 (edited) An Ode to Tights --------------------------- Tights oh dear tights, they are so...well, tight. Unflowing no ease no, tights aren't for me. Tights are so tight I shall wear them thus not, not as long as I live not as long as I fought. No, no, no, no, no tights I can't see, will be coming with such at least not on me. Edited December 29, 2004 by Black9
YanYanGanaffi Posted January 12, 2005 Report Posted January 12, 2005 "Tights, you say," Yan Yan asked as he stood there with his iceskates tied together and sling over his shoulder. "Why the hell not?" Yan Yan took of his jacket and pants, revealing a pair of tights, along with the rest of his yellow and black figure skating uniform. as he does so, he hears a whistle from Katz. Smiling, he puts on his skates and has fun on the iceskating rink.
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