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salsa night

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After hours-- nay, days!-- of waiting, at last it's salsa night. La noche del ritmo (that’s “night of rhythm” for those who tragically refuse to brush up on their Spanish). Down on solid ground, it’s marked with wobbly turns, missed cues, and bold declarations of “I totally meant to do that.” But up in our little corner of the community hall on the Mnemosyne, it’s all warm lights, borrowed partners, and a playlist that refuses to let you stand still.

The humble chaos has been carefully unleashed by our fearless instructor EVA because she was clearly feeling optimistic! Come try a step (or three), spin someone new, and maybe leave with smoother moves than you came in with. Or at least a good story.

Salsa!

At its core, salsa is a conversation disguised as a dance: a gentle lead, a daring spin, a dramatic pause that says, “Yes, I absolutely meant to do that.” It’s rhythm with personality, flair with a wink, and just enough drama to keep things interesting.

How to Play: Grab a partner and get ready to roll some dice to see how well you take to the floor! For the sake of ease, we're going to say that there's four 'rounds' making up a song, but if you want to keep it going, go right ahead. Each dancer will roll 6d6 and match pairs with their partner.

🕺0 matches: This is a disaster. Someone got an elbow to a body part. Tears might be shed.
💃1 - 2 matches: A little stumble, a wee fumble. Maybe a little embarrassing, but you can brush it off.
🕺3-4 matches: You're finding the groove and looking good. Having a great time on the dance floor!
💃5-6 matches: Flawless chemistry. It's unbelievable. Your coworkers might think you're gettin nasty behind closed doors.

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Bachata!

For those brave enough to learn two dances in one night, or who just want something slower, Eva's going to do a Bachata crash course. Slower than its flashier cousins, but no less dramatic, it trades whirlwind spins for close steps and a hip movement that politely insists on being noticed.

There’s a step-together-step, a tap with just a hint of flair, and a rhythm that feels suspiciously like a love song written at 2 a.m. Bachata isn’t about showing off—it’s about leaning in, finding the groove, and letting the music do most of the talking while you pretend you’re not completely swept up in it.

How to Play:Each dancer will roll 3d6, and count the amount of 3's and 6's rolled between the pair. 3 and 6 are the only ones that matter. Again, four ‘rounds’ make up a song.

💃 0 matches: Catastrophic! This is not going well. Maybe you need a new partner
🕺1-2 matches: Not too shabby! Not the smoothest it could be, but you're both feeling confident.
💃3-4 matches: Stunning. You have the room feeling flushed.
🕺5-6 matches: Is it hot in here? It's hot in here. We're all sweating just watching that spark catch.

For the Wallflowers!

Not everyone is meant to take to the floor, but that doesn't mean they have to be bored! Eva's brought a frankly alarming amount of playing cards for people to play the card game of their choice. She has instructions for Blackjack, War, and Trash on various tables. Bets are welcome, but please no strip anything, thank you.

And for those who prefer their thrills less competitive and more snack-shaped, there’s a spread of treats and drinks to keep spirits high. Something fizzy, something sweet, something questionably healthy but undeniably delicious—it’s all fair game. Refuel, refresh, and return to the action (or the spectating) as you see fit.

How to Play Blackjack (or 21):

The goal is to get the closest to 21 without going over.
- Roll 2d12 to simulate real cards (a 12 functions as an ace, so it can be a 1 or an 11 depending on the best outcome for your hand.
- Either 'stay' by ceasing rolling, or continue rolling 1d12 as many times as you like until you're at 21 or as close as possible.
- If you 'bust' or go over 21, you loose.

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Comments

[iyla]

[6, 5, 3, 2, 2, 1]

There's a hesitation in her words, but not in her dancing. "It's nice to have an excuse to dance," she settles on. "Sometimes it's better when there's no room to think about anything but right here, right now."

[niim]

"Too much thinking time is deadly, Iyla." There's a more energetic part that Nim let's himself be directed through, and then he's back in her arms. "Has anyone told you how good you look today?"

[6, 6, 5, 3, 1, 1]

[iyla]

[4, 4, 2, 2, 2, 2]

"Not nearly eno—" Iyla slips on someone's spilled drink, all poise has left the building.

[niim]

"Oh fu--" What is poise? Nim is more concerned that Iyla is going to twist an ankle, and with all the speed of someone who is regularly around combustible materials, scoops her before she hits the ground. "You good?"

[6, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2]

[iyla]

[5, 4, 3, 3, 2, 1]

"I—yes," Iyla is, annoyingly, a bit flustered from nearly falling on her ass. "Your reaction time is impressive," she says, fingers resting lightly on his shoulder as the adrenaline of the moment simmers. "Thank you."

[niim]

"Let's dance... that way." The momentary lead-taking is purely to give Iyla recovery time, one hand on her elbow and the other on the small of her back. "No broken ankles please."

[iyla]

"I'd never hear the end of it if I twisted something while dancing," Iyla comments, fingers catching his wrist to pull him towards the snacks after a moment.

[niim]

"Better dancing than something else." You know?

[iyla]

"Nim. I'm not twisting my ankle in bed." Grabbing a bag of chips from the offerings, she nudges him towards one of the chairs. "Sit."

[niim]

"Who says it had to be in bed?" -- which is a remarkable statement from this sober boy, but hey! Iyla makes him bolder. But also obedient, because he does indeed sit.

[iyla]

There's a soft laugh at that. "Where are you imagining?" This, as she settles in his lap and holds the bag of chips out offering him one.

[niim]

He shakes his head in a 'no, thank you' gesture, and wraps an arm loosely around her waist. "Where are you imagining?"

[iyla]

"In one of the planes," she decides after a moment. "There really is a lack of feasible options." Iyla pops a chip into her mouth.

[niim]

Nim quickly turns a laugh into a cough. "I think you need a pilot for that full experience."

[iyla]

“Maybe.” The bag is set aside as her arm snakes around his shoulders. “I can live with sticking to a bed.”

[niim]

"Yeah?" Nim is suddenly very aware of how public they are, but it is nice to just focus on her weight on his lap for a moment. "Bed's good."

[iyla]

“Good.” Her thumb runs lightly back and forth against his shoulder. “I happen to like you in my bed, Nim.”

[niim]

"I make a great pillow, yeah," he agrees with a chuckle and a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks.

[iyla]

"Are you going to evaporate if I kiss you?" Teasingly.

[niim]

"Only one way to test a theory."

[iyla]

"Good," she murmurs, openly pleased with his response, fingers curling against his jaw as she leans in to kiss him.

[niim]

"... did I evaporate?" he asks against her mouth.

[iyla]

"Not yet, but I'm willing to try again," she whispers back before kissing him again with a lil more intensity.

[niim]

"I'm not going to evaporate," he says, sounding a little more sure of himself. "But I do think you should tell me where you want me tonight."

[iyla]

She's fairly certain that he's looking for in my bed. "I think the answer to that is obvious," Iyla admits, featherlight kisses along his jaw before her lips move to his ear, continuing in a teasing tone too quiet for anyone else to hear. "I want you inside me, Nim."