Remy’s Dance 101: Being in Motion
Date: 2025-12-05 19:33
(Remy’s Dance 101: Being in Motion)
[Fri Dec 5 2025]
Inside the Aged Webster Lecture Theater
The front of Webster Lecture Theater presents a wide, gently sloping floor
covered in worn burgundy carpeting that descends toward a raised wooden
stage. Rows of fixed seating march down the incline, their dark wood frames
bearing decades of carved initials and scuff marks from countless students.
The seats themselves are upholstered in faded crimson fabric, many showing
signs of repair with mismatched patches. Overhead, a coffered ceiling rises
two stories high, its plaster details softened by layers of paint and age.
Wall-mounted sconces provide dim illumination, their amber glass shades
casting long shadows between the rows. The stage itself is framed by heavy
velvet curtains in deep maroon, their edges frayed and dusty. A large
blackboard spans the back wall of the stage, its surface bearing the ghostly
traces of equations and diagrams that resist complete erasure. The air
carries the musty scent of old books and chalk dust, while drafts from unseen
sources cause the curtains to stir occasionally, even when the heavy entrance
doors remain firmly shut.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Maple and Franklin
Jakem slides into a seat near the back, settling as his attention shifts towards the stage.
Remy checks the time on her phone then taps on the screen a few times. This takes control of the speakers in the theater and starts piping in some instrumental dance stuff that has a varied beat. Then she slips the phone into her pocket. “Ok, probably about time to get started. Go ahead and keep stretching, and anyone that comes in will get some time to stretch too,” she says, motioning for everyone to get up on the stage to get started. “For those that do not know, I am Miss Remy Johnson, dance instructor here at the college. And my methods may be a bit strange, but I try to find ways to turn emotion into motion. There’s no wrong ways to move, there’s no dance steps, no choriography or anything like that,” she explains to the assembled students as she does a simple pirouette and then switches which foot is on the ground to tip forward with her arms spread and one leg back to make herself into a short T. Her arms come out to her sides, straight out from her shoulders. “The first thing you want to do is find your frequency with the music,” she says before coming back up into a standing position, her feet both together, arms down at her sides. She hears someone coming in and motions Jakem up to the stage without giving him too much crap for being late. “Close your eyes and feel the beat, let it guide you to an emotion, let it show you how it wants you to move,” she says before closing her eyes to do exactly as she has said.
Stretching his body, Jasper uses one hand to move part of his hair off his face before he closes his eyes. As the music plays, his hips slowly move left and right along the rhythm.
As the music starts to play, Owen snaps his head upwards, towards the speakers. He’s in the process of finishing up a stretch, one leg extended in front of himself – a slight diagonal, and the other is bent a little, and he’s leaning in the direction of that extended leg, holding onto his toes at the same time.
But after his stretch, he’s standing now, where he tries to slowly begin to let himself feel the music, kind of just swaying in place – not following the rhythm and beat at all.
With the realization that the vast majority of class occupies the stage, Jakem hops up from the seating and approaches the stage, not bothering with stairs as overly long legs strides right up. As he does so, he sheds a few garments, setting them aside on the stage.
Nemi hums as she listens, slowly fading as she starts to try to listen more closely to the music while she continues to stretch, working on her right arm currently with a few exercises to flex it out and work it a bit.
Jakem plops down crosslegged to stretch, giving a nod to a few people that may or may not be paying him mind before.
Justine shifts uncomfortably in her seat, picking at the side of her cut lip. She looks like she could use a cigarette, but she stays quiet, watching the workout.
As everyone starts getting into things, Remy nods a couple of times and says, “Don’t force it, just let it happen.” The music alternates between several different styles at regular intervals, lasting about three or four minutes before shifting into something else, different beats, different instruments, different ’emotions’ evoked by each piece, giving a wide variety. “I usually feel it first in my hips and middle,” she explains, pointing to Jasper who started moving his hips. She does not correct Owen in the slightest, letting him handle his dancing however he wants. For her part, she starts doing some undulating motions with her stomach in motions that are very reminiscent of belly dancing.
Liri rises from her splits, giving a cute little wiggle of fingers at Jakem, She rises on tiptoe, bouncing a little, giving a grin to those she’s friendly with as she starts to sway to the beat.
That swaying from Owen becomes something more tangible, something that seems to find a rhythm, a beat, it’s on time now. Still a sway, and not a full on dance, but the pace increases.
Jakem does a quick bit of stretching, or maybe just looking around to get a feel for things he walked into. Crooked smile is cast towards Liri, before he hops up, barefoot on the stage, boots stored with his coat off to the side.
And then he tries something some might deign foolish. A ballet lift to his toes. Both feet at least, but it appears nonetheless that both balance and strength are lacking, and he’s back on his heels shortly thereafter. “Well shoot.” he says to himself.
Jasper continues moving his hips, letting out a low hum along to the music. The rest of his body then starts to move along while he slowly gyrates his hips.
Nemi sighs, a breath in and a breath out, moving to stretch her other arm to the rhythm of the music, switching arms to do the same, back and forth before she might indeed start to feel it in her hips as she smiles softly while stretching to the rhythm.
Liri sways her hips with the bouncing, orbitting, lazily, around people, a twist here, arms up above her head, hip bumping Jakem like a brat.
Jakem doesn’t have the greatest balance for what he’s trying to do, so there’s a bit of a stumble from the flagrant assault against his personal space. In retribution he levels his most fearsome arsenal; a tch tch sound created by rapidly touching tongue to tooth and lightly sucking as he makes eye contact with a stern look, following by a heft of the chin.
“After my stomach, I normally feel things in my arms. Let them be loosey goosey,” Remy says, doing a quick arm wave from one end of her arm to the other end then back a couple of times. “Then let it drift up to your neck,” she says, letting her head start to bob in time with the beat. “Try not to step on each other right now,” she mentions after Liri and Jakem’s display, watching them for a moment before her feet start to tap on the floor a little bit. “But when you feel it in your feet, it’s time to move,” she says, stepping slowly back and forth. “Does not have to be far or long or anything, just back and forth is fine,” she says as she illustrates.
“Oh, huh,” Owen murmurs, bringing his arms into the mix. An indication he might, in fact, be feeling it in his arms. They’re getting all loosey goosey. Making a weird sort of attempt at causing a wave through his own arms. They extend beside him – and he tries to pop and lock, terribly, in fact.
Jakem nods solemnly to Remy as he spreads his arms to both ensure balance, and perhaps stake claim to part of the stage. “Not to worry; Plenty of stage for everyone, I’m sure no one needs to go grabbing anyone else’s space.” he says agreeably, focused more on that than the dance, which is a half-attended little undulation of his stomach as he does a cross-step, claiming some of Nemi’s stage area in the process.
Liri falls from her toes when she notices Owen’s, expression going carefullly blank to keep from a giggle. She finds her own space, even if it’s a bit in Owen’s, it’s probably fine, she’s little. The steps are drags of feet, more than anything. Twirls, shifts of hips, and arms twining in the air above her.
Nemi opens an eye, smiling and chuckling happily as she notices Jakem. Smiling simply afterwords, moving her neck in some sort of dance as she moves her body with the beat of the song, unsure of what she was really doing, it did’nt seem bad with her hips working and her neck turning and her body all flexible.
It really is some terrible, popping and locking from Owen, absolutely zero practice at all. And if Liri doesn’t giggle, he starts to just snicker to himself, lowering his arms now. “Can’t do that..” he murmurs under his breath, but now, he’s letting himself feel the rhythm, feet tip-tapping on the floor.
Opening his eyes, Jasper starts to slowly move around, tapping his feet while he lifts his arms up.
perhaps deciding she should rest after all, Justine picks up the cane, pushes up with a groan escaping her lips. One last hooded look at the merry band of people enjoying themselves on stage, a polite attempt at a smile and she’s limping upward.
Staking perhaps twenty percent of Nemi’s space, Jakem extends a hand to her, open, palm up. Is this that sort of dancing? Apparently it doesn’t seem to matter, he tried to do a pirohoette earlier. “Hey, take it, I dare yah.” he says with a sly halfsmile to Nemi at the offered hand.
“That’s all it takes. That’s all you need to dance. Just get in touch with the vibe of the music and let it flow,” Remy says to the class, doing a couple of turns herself before stepping up onto her toes. She takes a few steps around the stage, going behind each of the students on the stage. “How are you feeling? What emotion is going through you? How can you best express it with your body?” she asks, not to anyone in particular, just in general of the class.
Nemi looks over, sighing softly as she extends a hand to take his, eyes wincing softly just in-case something immediately goes wrong. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“Peace,” Liri says, rolling from fingertips, down through her arms above her head, to head, down through her torso, and out through her legs, a tap of toes before her.
Jakem laughs to Nemi “Course not, you can trust me.” he says, answering the question posed “Fiendish.” quite the opposite of his claim a second earlier. Though he’s demonstrated no talent with dancing to this point, he does seem to know how to twirl a girl, moving to lift Nemi’s hand high with a spin of his claimed partner, as he slides his feet to position himself for a catch should she dip, intentionally or otherwise.
Nemi almost smiles, dipping with the dance as she see’s the direction its heading, hand holding onto his as she smiles softly. “Been awhile octoboss. How’s everything going? Haven’t seen you actually stay at the bar for awhile long enough for a chat.” She mentions with a curious tone as the dancing continues.
“Don’t know if peace is the word I’d use,” Owen replies, in time. “But.. it’s something akin to that, actually. Just feeling.. nice. Restful, relaxed.” He shifts his dancing, trying to match his words, his emotions with the relaxation he feels. It’s lazy, really, stepping back and forth, side to side as he lets the music flow through him, shoulders swaying, hips swaying.
Jakem nods to Nemi “I’ve been lurking, had dinner there with Teagan not a few days ago.” He says as bare feet tap and move to the music. It’s more a folk dance now, standing beside Nemi as he almost half jigs, throwing in the occassional undulation of stomach to accompany the music. “Though I don’t know that you’d necessarily pick me out of a crowd; you know us fae, we all look alike.”
“Peace and relaxed are good,” Remy says with a quiet giggle before tsking at Jakem, shaking her head slowly before letting that motion work its way down her body. “And then, all you have to do is… bring it all to a close and then … stop,” she says as she brings herself back to basically the same position she started in, feet together, arms down at her side. “Any questions?” she asks the class with a little smirk.
Finishing his dance with a small spin, Jasper stops and then smiles as he readjusts himself.
Taking it as if it’s a command, Owen does a little flourished step, and stops. “Nope, no questions!”
Jakem settles into a stop, giving a little bow to Nemi before releasing her hand.
Liri runs fingers through her hair, then definitely, unapologetically, hip checks Owen, only to bring her little feet back together, breathing out a sharp exhale, and smiling to herself. “Remind me, next dance class, to wear things that aren’t… warm,” she says to Owen, probably.
Owen wasn’t expecting the hip check, and, she’s definitely a lot stronger than him – so, when he’s hip checked, he kinda stumbles off to the side, laughing to himself. “Will do,” he tells Liri, wandering back to where he was hip checked off from originally.
Jakem glances to Liri as he retrieves his coat “I mean, just gotta layer.” he says as he slides his arms into the sleeves.
“If there aren’t any questions, then I’ll toss out one last question. Do you feel like you learned something today?” Remy asks of the class before folding her hands together behind her back. She tilts her head slightly to the side, watching her students for a moment after that.
Jakem nods a bit “Ballerinas have stronger toes than I.” he admits reluctantly.
“I was at my, um, my…” Liri starts to explain to Jakem, cheeks go dark, then she drops that line, saying, “I wasn’t at my place, so I didn”t have layers to layer.”
At Remy’s question, she purses her lips, but nods a little. “To be more conscious, I suppose. Of my many left feets.”
Jakem smirks crookedly to Liri “One might say you had all new layers to layer, an assortment of never before experienced layers. Granted they might not be your style.” he says.
Liri stifles a giggle, saying to Jakem, “Careful now, ballerino, or I’ll start calling you ‘sugar plum fairy’.”
“You only need to worry about that in wolf form,” Remy reminds Liri with a smirk and a snicker. “Alright then. We’ll bring this class to a close. Thank you for showing up, and I hope you enjoyed it as well,” she says before getting out her phone to turn off the music. “Take it easy and enjoy your night,” she says before motioning toward the exit.
“Sugar plum fairy,” Owen replies with a laugh. Beginning to make his way from the stage, to the chair. “Thank you, Professor Remy, for the class! And the lesson!”
Jakem hmmm’s to Liri “A’right, but if we’re doing that I’m calling yah the Caramel Cream Canine.” he declares by way of retort. He waves to Remy “Thanks for the class, teach.” he says with a skip off the stage, yet again too good for the stairs it seems.
Liri gives a respectful little bow to Remy, then asks Owen, “We hanging out until my guy’s back?”
This time, Owen nods at Liri, and falls in behind her. “If you’d like!”
Liri gives a lazy wave.
Liri blames the bad room names.