Blue eyes scanned the room, making sure it was void of any persons, just as she had done outside on her way there. The campus seemed pretty vacant. That didn't come to much of a surprise, it was summer break afterall. Everyone would be at their summer homes, or at the beach at this time of day. Vivian stepped across the gym floor, watching her reflection in the shatter resistant mirrors along a far wall, out of the corner of her eye. Her smile was a bit cocky, she noted, she'd earned it though. The black haired girl ducked her head to get a better look at the sound system she now stood infront of and instantly found what she was looking for. The auxiliary port was quickly utilized, by plugging her mp3 into it. A quick flip through the material on the device and she selected a complilation playlist. The one Selene had put together for Starstrucks last performance with their cofounder and leader.

As the skillfully mixed music started, Vivian tilted her head to one side, then the other. Tucking away the pair of dogtags she never removed from her neck. She continued stretching through the first few songs, letting the music pulse through her chest as it blasted from the speakers. If there had been windows in the giant room, they would surely be rattling. All her worries about this new place and her old friends fell away as nothing but music filled her body.

With her hands dangling next to her sweatpant clad thighs, she brought her feet together without lifting a foot off the ground. Her arms slowly shifted with her feet then the black haired girl came alive with the music. Body moving without any effort seen, her feet glid while her upper body twisted and popped to the beat. How anyone could move like this with bones still in their body was a mystery, but she did it flawlessly. Moving from one form to the next with soft hits and reverberations between. The most astounding part was that fact that she moved across the floor never once fully picking up her feet. She twisted and turned. All she had was the music. All she needed was the feeling of her body moving. After a few moments her eyes closed, not needing to watch her movements to make sure they were precise. She could easily see it in her mind. This also left her vulnerable to an audience, if there were any at this point they would go completely unnoticed. Not that she would mind anyone watching. Truthfully, she would probably just dance harder, faster. Anything to please the crowd.

Gilda had spent far too long wandering around the school for anyone's taste except maybe the teachers and they were payed to spend time there. But if her next big coup was going to work out, she had to know the school like the back of her hand. The ruins and the ashed lands had been easy, they were small. They were also just the start and now had been dealt with. Annoyingly, whatever credit she could take for drawing public attention to them was overshadowed by whoever had managed to drop a huge amount a money in the school's pocket as a bribe. She couldn't do that, not that she would, maybe.

Regardless, she felt certain that she would be the next president of Le Rim. But that was just a stepping stone to even higher goals, the unification of the three sisters being the next step. Presidency meant recognition of course but what she needed was the support of the majority of all the schools. If they didn't join together, then any forced closeness would fall apart the moment she stopped looking at them. So today she was exploring Spica out of uniform. No reason to follow the code now that school was out.

It was as she was walking that music came to her ears. Interesting, it seemed that somebody was having a party in the gymnasium, she thought. Well a party was definitely a place to make connections and meet interesting people, possibly powerful people too though perhaps not at a post-school school party. Still, it wouldn't hurt to stop by and be known. As she drew closer, she noted several missing things that would make a party. Voices, many feet dancing, people loitering outside with drinks, perhaps it wasn't a real party after all. She walked in as a song was ending and a lone girl was finishing up a dance. Perhaps it was practice for some gymnastics thing, Gilda decided. Still, there was no reason to show bad manners and not take advantage of the situation. She leaned against the door frame and clapped as the song came to an end. "Brava, brava, magnificent."

Vivian's smile returned as she slowly turned her head toward the girl. Her voice had carried over the last refrains of music before the next song began. The dark haired Spician gave a show, a robotic bow before using the next song to dance her way over toward the new arrivial.

Instead of speaking, Viv grabbed Gilda's hands and drug her onto the floor. Once there she finally flashed a coy grin and spoke.

"Dance with me. You look like you need a break. Such a serious look on such a pretty face. It seems like a waste to me."

The animator dancer touched the tip of the newcomer's nose as she fell back into the beat of the music. Though instead of dancing with her, the blue eyed creature started dancing in circles around the girl. She was barely a breath away from her most of the time, but she never touched her. More of a teasing, showing she could touch, but chose not to.

Gilda smiled as the girl danced over, she was very fit. A lovely vision to be sure with her skillful movements and entrancing gestures. Gilda had not expected what came next. She found herself being dragged out into the gym by the dancing girl without so much as a how do you do. When words came, it was not an explanation nor an introduction but an invitation with a little reprimand as well. Serious face? Gilda tried to hide a frown. She had every right to be serious as the next commander and leader of the three sisters.

The mystery dancer began to dance circles around her, Gilda turned to fall the frantic motions at first and then stopped. It was a game, too dizzy and she'd fall over, not fast enough and she'd only catch short glimpses. Well then, Gilda liked games too. She shook her head a little and then threw back her hair with both hands.

She didn't know many dances; ballroom, which this wasn't, waltz, which this wasn't, and several folk dances, which this certainly wasn't. Well, she was game to play along. There was only one thing to do when a girl was dancing in very tight circles, she started spinning again. When she thought she had the speed down, Gilda stepped out of the circle to move around with the mystery dancer. She couldn't match the steps, nor could she match the hands, but she could match the speed and add a little spin whenever the dancer did. That would have to do for now.

She had originally come here to mercilessly stalk interview her future student council rep, but instead found herself a fun scenario to photograph and record. It seemed there was someone else here that was having a bit of fun, and offering for the president to loosen up a bit too. This could develop into some juicy front page news if she caught some photographs of the duo having fun together in dance. The student body would adore seeing their future leader in a more happy state of mind, since she had been slightly on edge in the past for some reason. Jill was adept at not blending in, but also in not making her presence known. In this instance she was seated in the corner of the room with a copy of the school paper in her lap, but inside said paper was a notebook which she was writing down her observations into. she had no way of hiding her camera, and so she didn't. It simply hung from her neck, until she saw a shot of opportunity arise, in which case she quickly snapped it.

Now, how could she write this headline? 'Le Rim President - Not So Scary?' no no, that would imply she was scary to begin with, which is surely not the public image Gilda would have wanted. And then the matter of this newcomer. Would she want her presence on campus known in this way? Would she rather be omitted? If so, this article was forfeit. She knew eventually she would have to approach the two, but for now, she would wait and watch and record their every move do her journalism club proud by seeking the truth.

Her movements seemed to shift, augment the view to the spinning girl with her. She grinned. This was more like it. Her eyes were trained on the girl before her as she watched her every step, almost anticipating her moves as she stayed with her. Vivian hot her body to every beat, changing the mostly male dominated dance style into something fluid and beautiful.

She was so focused on the green haired girl that she almost missed the little one snapping shots in the corner. Another girl that was far too serious for her likes. The dark haired teen touched her fingers lightly against the girl's cheek, mouthing, 'Keep going.' Once this was done she moved away from her.

Her bright gaze zeroed in on the camera girl and her fingers curled in a 'come hither' motion. She expected her to decline so she danced her way over and gently took hold of her work. Setting it off to the side, followed by her camera she took both of her hands and pulled her toward the dancing girl. Having their hands together made it easy for Viv to direct the girl's body, making her arms preform a wave before revealing her in a spin.

The hip hop dancer then fell into the music, placing her hands over her head as she nodded along to the beat. Maybe the music would bring more in. Maybe the whole school would show up. Everyone having fun. It was a perfect dream.

Gilda continued to dance. There was a moment of electric shock at the touch, the game had been full of almost contacts, the dancer had come close time and time again, Gilda hadn't been dexterous enough to match the whisper distant misses, but she'd won now. Of course it didn't feel like a real victory, more like a concession, but Gilda would happily take what she could get.

The camera girl was a bit of a mystery too, though why she was taking pictures was obvious. Who wouldn't want to have near permanent powers to see a beautiful and powerful leader such as Gilda whenever they liked? The answer was no one so she was hardly worried about the pictures that were taken, perhaps she could even get a few to keep for herself, or to give to her sister. Hilda could use a good Gilda picture in her bag at all times. Gilda did hope the camera girl gave in to mystery dancer and joined in. That would be a lot more fun, even if it would mean she'd have to do a lot more than dance in circles.

Unfortunately she couldn't keep herself hidden for long. She had anticipated a reveal, but so soon meant that her notes would be forfeit. She would have to feel the experience it seemed. Ah, how was a reporter to get by without her notes to report with?

There was a distinct advantage here though. Being in the host club had taught her a little something of rhythm, though specific maneuvers were another story entirely. She could, if she was lucky, wing this harder than she had done so with anything prior. Since the specifics of this attempt are equal parts impressive and sad, I'll omit them for Jill's pride's sake. Needless to say, she was able to do things in step, but what she did exactly was not what would be called for.

As she continued, she felt herself growing increasingly curious about the procedures. How was it that some made such things this easy looking? Years of practice, most likely. She had interviewed another who had strung verses together at lightning speed, and was equally impressed by that. This was nothing more than information to her when she remembered that event. Sweet, delicious, savory information-- No Jill, you're not a Daedric Prince, stop lusting after information like that.

She would play along in her poor display until a pause came, during which she would prod and pick out information for her own uses. If one of them offered to teach her how to move properly, well, that was just more information so fawn over.

As the tune melded into a slower song, Vivian grinned. This had always been one of her favorites. Her measured steps took her to the first one to join in her dance. Slender hands found purchase on her hips as she moved up behind her. In order to be heard, her lips came close to the curve of her ear.

"Like this."

Viv took the last step forward that seperated their bodies and pressed against her back. Her hands directed the sway of her hips as her own matched the beat.

Too many this would be a romatic jesture that only couples would follow on a club's dance floor, but Vivian had taught many of the students at her old school this way. It was so much easier to direct with touch and let them feel the beat through her movements rather than just show them.

Once the girl seemed to be getting the concept, Vivian released her and caught one of the report's hands to spin her into her arms. This time they were face to face and the dancer kept her hand clasped while the other tucked carefully against her partners hip. By this time the music had begun to speed up and she was singing along with the remix of Alive, though her voice was drowned out by the thrum of music.

Using their clasped hands, she spun the little one and drew her in closer, much how she had Gilda moments earlier. Only her arm crossed over the front of her hips while the other held her across the shoulders, keeping her pulled back against her front as she preformed a body roll.

Gilda was jealous, no reason to deny the twinge of it deep in her heart. She craved attention but now the reporter was getting it and such close attention it was. But Gilda knew all about taking turns, every girl should get equal attention, they should all feel equally loved. Every conquest should feel that they are the most important thing in the mistress' life. A small little grin played across her lips. Jealousy was fuel. It meant there was something to be obtained. She had already obtained so much and soon she would obtain far more. The wake of her ascension would leave a vacuum, an empty space for all those jealous eyes to focus on her and fill the space beneath. Like water filling the void, the sudden pressure of those trying to take her place would lift her to even greater heights of brilliance. That twinge of jealousy deep within her heart, she treasured it, held it close. That was where power came from.

The music played out, slower and yet still so fast. Gilda let herself flow, her feet slowed with careful precision along the floor and she brought her elbows in. Music was like math, not that she really liked math. But four beats made a measure, but those beats could be whole notes, quarters, sixteenth, who knows. A president couldn't be rushed, the song had its pace, she would make it her own. If a measure could have so many notes in them, why not make them longer. The mysterious dancer moved with each beat. Gilda couldn't match that. Not even every other beat. But every four, she could do that. Her measures in the song could be far longer and that was freedom. Or more to the point, that was freedom she could control.

Things had gotten very confusing for her. At one moment she's relentlessly stalking Gilda in hopes of sneaking an interview in with her, and the next thing she knew she had been abducted by someone entirely new who was now spinning her and holding her in ways she didn't understand yet. The situation at hand had gone from controlled to chaotic, and least in her point of view, and it seemed Gilda was still out of her reach for now. She needed a way to swing this back in her favor. Some way to back down without hurting anyone's fun. Come on Ace, you're supposed to be clever, where's that when you need it?

Nevermind the rapid beating of her heart due to unknown stimuli, she needed to escape for that reason as well. She wasn't old enough for this kind of risque dancing, nor the implications of it. Time to act. Something has to be done. Without a second idea coming, she broke out of her silent stupor and spoke up finally.

"You're in luck today, onii-sama." she said, quickly withdrawing something from her pocket between moves when she found time. She presented it as a business card mid dance, effectively halting her own movements. On it was a simple list of contact info, as well as her name and her role as photojournalist for the school news.

"come by the news club later for an interview. And bring Gilda onii-sama too, I still need to speak with her."

This was it. An effective escape. It was within her reach, all she had to do was get her things and...

Wait, no. She couldn't do that. This Gilda was much more fun spirited than the Gilda she had been tailing. This was too good a scoop to pass up. Argh.

Dammit Jill, you need this story here and now. Stick around through it. Have a little fun.

The freedom of movement and the thrill of the music rolled through her body, numbing her brain. She didn't ever think much when it came to dancing. Even if it was choreographed, Vivian moved with ease and however she felt like. There was no room for complication in freedom. Just strong emotions.

As the card was presented to her, the dark haired girl grinned lopsidedly. The tip of her tongue slid out and wet her lips, like a predatory cat anticipating its next meal. She tipped her head down, taking the card between her teeth before she returned upright. Deftly, her fingers retrieved the card and twirled it between each digit. Viv never took her eyes off the smaller girl, even winked once. Then the card disappeared down the front of her shirt, tucking into the upper edge of her sports bra. She had no pockets in her sweats, so this was the only safe place to keep it.

Her words effectively stopped her movements for a moment, but she simply smiled wider. A hand reached toward the girl, twirling a lock of hair around her finger before tucking it securely behind the reporter's ear. Now that that was out of the way, Viv bent forward once more and murmured in her ear.

"I am not her keeper, little one. Ask yourself."

Both hands grasped her waist, spun her around and gave a gentle shove to her lower back. As soon as the girl was stumbling in Gilda's direction, Vivian held her arms out to her sides and started practicing her glides. The practice wasn't necessarily needed, since it looked like she was sliding across ice rather than a gym floor. The glide shifted into a moon walk, then she spun, dropping to her palms and the tips of her toes. Her rear was raised high and she walked herself across the floor with her hands, toes sliding and feet crossing.

Gilda's dance was easier now, she felt like she had full control again. She wouldn't be beaten by a beautiful dancer, not today. She smiled as the photographer sort of introduced herself. It wasn't anything like a real introduction but it confirmed that the girl was in some way related to the other newsgirls. A little publicity never hurt anyone and this girl could be another fun little distraction or a powerful ally. Either way, the girl was promising and the future was bright. It was even brighter when the dancer pushed the reporter over to her. Gilda put her arms around the reporters hips and pulled her in close. It would be far better if the reporter was holding her but as long as they were close enough to touch, that would do. She rested her chin on the reporter's shoulder. Now that they were a pair, the dance slowed to something more like a sway. Gilda hoped the dancer might change the music to something a bit more romantic, or at least join in the the dance.

"So you wanted to talk to me, little reporter." Gilda said softly. "I'm so glad that we're meeting though I don't even know your name. It hardly seems fair now does it?" She added the tiniest hint of a pout. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble to find me. You should have come to my room some evening. I could have given you such a wonderful little exclusive. Just you, me, my sister together learning all about ourselves." Gilda smiled. "But now we're dancing. Such a lovely little game. Don't you agree, my little reporter? And while we're sporting, let's have another game, perhaps the dancer will join in. She's hardly a replacement for Hilda but I'm sure she can add her own energy to the sport. So go ahead, ask me what you like and we'll trade answers."