Current Residence: Earth|
Favourite genre of music: Cheesy pretty piano ballads or anything with violins
Operating System: Windows & Mac
Shell of choice: Red Koopa
Favourite cartoon character: Aino Minako
SMCG 11.4Saturn had an uncanny talent for hiding the fact that she was avoiding someone, Usagi thought as she made her third lap around the ballroom. Her friend was hard to miss, in that stunning black gown, but every time Usagi caught a glimpse of her, she changed directions and vanished again. All without a moment of eye contact or the slightest change of expression to betray that she knew Usagi was there.SMCG 11.4 by Yumecosmos
Luck was on her side, though. One of the noble ladies from Chuu stopped Saturn to compliment her shoes (which of course was really just a lead-in to brag about her own,) and held her attention just long enough for Usagi to close the distance between them.
"Saturn!" she cried out, abandoning all dignity to run to her friend's side. She felt the need to justify herself—for what?—but words failed her.
"Are you looking for Pegasus Kamen? I think he's over there," said Saturn, with a vague gesture toward the other side of the room.
Usagi shook her head, suddenly annoyed. "I found him
SMCG: 11.3“Do you guys know Cootie Chaser? How about HYPERTENSIoN? Sayonara no mae ni?”SMCG: 11.3 by Yumecosmos
“I’m afraid not, madam,” the concert-master replied patiently to each inquiry.
“Butterfly? Everyone’s at least heard that one.”
“I don’t believe that selection is suitable for the ballroom, madam.”
Pallas gave him her best pout. She was bored of the minuets and foxtrots and all their equally stuffy equivalents from other worlds. If only that old man would give DDR a chance, she was sure everyone would like it. She was curious to see how some of her favorites would sound performed by a string quintet, and it would give her a chance to show off some of her moves. But for some reason, the musicians couldn’t see the merit of her idea.
“Come on, Pallas!” called Ceres, who was currently being twirled around the room by some well-connected junior starship officer whose name she would forget in five minutes. Unlike Pallas, she was lov