Masquerade Mingle

[thespaceopera]

[The night has finally come--the Gravity Rush is nearly upon us! What normally serves as a large performance hall has been gutted, emptied of its boring furniture and rigged up into a fantastical mismatch of technology and old culture. No matter where you go tonight, you're encouraged to move around, dance, play games, whatever helps you sleep in late tomorrow morning.

If you aren't one for scurrying around a ballroom all night, there's always plenty of people-watching to do. After all, so many people are wearing extravagant costumes and elaborate masks. How can you even tell who is who? Get lost in a crowd of sequins, chatter with a sun and a moon, or try to beat the guy in the monster-mask at a game of cards. Meet your friends or make some new ones--this masquerade party has begun!]


[[ooc: All sections are up now, have fun! A related ooc post is HERE for any questions or plotting you'd like to do.]]

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Wrath

[pain_train]

[Wrath's gotten to go to a dance like this before, back home. She's excited about finding a good costume, but since she went as a sunset last time, she doesn't want to do that again. Not that anyone here would know, but she'd know. So instead, she's gone with something a little more unexpected but still in keeping with her personality, atop a thing that's can't seem to decide if it's armor or a dress.

It's not pink. She might be hard to recognize for that reason, and because she's also temporarily dyed her hair black for the occasion. (Her smile totally gives her away, though.)

But she's there for all the dorks like her who don't have dates, and she's having a great time people watching. (She's not really allowed to dance much, herself.) But she can sit in a chair and sway to the music, and still have a high old time.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ If there's someone that's sure to catch the eyes of anyone at the party, it's the lovely woman with the pink hair and the metal (he thinks its metal) dress. To him it seems a mix of warrior and elegance, and he's more than a little entranced with the entire image it creates.

It means he can't help but come over to speak with her, flashing her his brightest smile (though it hardly comes close to the sparkle of her dress). ]</sub>

I have to ask or I won't be able to sleep tonight - is your dress made of metal?

_{[ Good opening line? Maybe. He hopes so. If he doesn't get slapped he'll count it a victory to be honest. ]}

[pain_train]

I think it's a metalloid instead of a metal. So it moves a lot better but it doesn't have any use as actual armor. [Grin.] But it's really pretty, right?

[universal_charm]

_{[ He grinned back, chuckling a little. ]}

Extremely so, though I suspect that has as much to do with the material as it does the lady wearing it.

[pain_train]

Aw, thanks! [She'll even do a slow little turn for him. It's nice to be appreciated.]

You decided to go with understated, huh? [He's not all sparkly or anything.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He admires it, and really she does pull it off very well. ]}

I don't think I can pull of sparkles as well as you. Besides, I think this outfit brings out my eyes.

_{[ He winked at her with said baby blues. ]}

Would you like to dance, Miss-?

[pain_train]

It's true, it does. You do have nice eyes.

[Aw, he's cute.]

My name's Wrath.

I... would like to dance, but I can't really dance much because my back's really fucked up.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He pursed his lips at that, his blue eyes calculating. ]}

Well, just because of that doesn't mean we can't find some other way for you to dance.

_{[ He looked to her and smiled encouragingly. ]}

Can you stand for a bit? We don't have to do something complicated. I think I can still pull off the old prom dance style. And we can stay right here so when you need to you can sit right back down.

[pain_train]

I don't know what a prom is. But okay, yeah, I can stand a little. [She gets up, being careful to lean on her cane.]

[pneumo]

[ That's more or less the same boat Sascha's in, aside from all that fancy dress. He's just wearing his normal clothes, and instead of a mask? he's got this manly face paint job. Unlike Wrath though, this is the very first party he's ever been to, and it has him watching everything with eager eyes behind...a pair of shades. At night. But it's necessary when your pupils are permanently dilated okay.

He'll be sitting just a little bit away from her, watching the people dancing with extremely keen eyes. It's obvious he wants to do that too, but alas. No date :c ]

[pain_train]

[Oh my gosh it's Kitty-chan! (The face paint at least.) Wrath actually squees when she sees Sascha.]

Look at you, you're so cute!

[pneumo]

[ It's a sound he is definitely not used to hearing, so when it hits his ears Sascha actually looks a bit surprised...at least until her words register, and he brightens some. Heck yes someone who likes his face paint?? ]

Ehehe~~ You really think so?

[pain_train]

I really do! You're painted like Kitty-chan! That's perfect. She's my favorite.

What's your name?

[pneumo]

I'm Sascha♥ How do you know Kitty?? [ Because he thinks she means the Kitty Pryde, not the adorable cartoon character. ]

[pain_train]

Oh! She's super popular back home in Proles. Cutest little kitty ever. I had a purse with her on it for a while. I think? That seems right.

[pneumo]

Whoa, really?? She never told me that... [ he wants a purse with Kitty on it?? She might not appreciate that though. ]

[pain_train]

Oh my gosh, you've talked to her? Like do they have games or something here? That would be so cool!!!

[reconstitution]

[ It's not long into the festivities when he spots Wrath. At first, he thinks he's mistaken, but there's no mistaking that smile. Winter approaches her, looking pretty sharp and sporting a domino mask instead of the awesome murdercorn skull. Sorry, Wrath. He'll hang it on the wall of his quarters, instead. ]

Not dancing?

[pain_train]

[That's okay, she hadn't expected him to wear that mask for the party. But--]

Winter! Wow, you look really hot! [Well, he does.]

I'm not really supposed to be like... jumping around or anything. [Sigh.] Which sucks. I really like dancing.

[reconstitution]

..Thank you. [ What an awkward thank you. ] You look nice.

[ Boy, just sitting here has to be killing her. She's normally exuberant. ]

What about a slow dance?

[pain_train]

[Okay, that actually gets her to blush even though it's mostly hidden by her mask. Not something she ever expected to hear from Winter, that's not really the kind of person he is, so it's really special. And she likes Winter a lot, so that makes it even better.]

Thanks!

[It really is killing her.

Wait... is he offering? She's not sure. But...]

I think I could. Um. Do you want to?

[reconstitution]

[ Telling someone they look nice is protocol for things like this. He learned that the last time there was a special function. Courtesy of Jim.

Mostly, he's giving her a solution to her problem. His brow furrows briefly, eyes flicking between Wrath and the dance floor. If she looks careful enough, she can see him give the barest hint of a nod.

You do things for friends when they feel poorly. He holds out his metal hand to help her up. ]

[pain_train]

[Her assumption is that he means what he says; that's what she assumes with most people.

And she is watching him keenly, because talking with Winter isn't so different from talking with Maine. He says plenty, just not verbally.

She takes his hand, and lets him help her. It's okay, she tells herself. And it makes her feel really good that Winter's doing this, because it's probably not an easy thing for him.]

Thank you

[reconstitution]

[ It's not easy by a long shot, but he's here, and he's making himself behave properly for a party. You're supposed to dance and tell gals they look pretty when they do.

Even if all these people put him on edge. This isn't for him.

He offers Wrath a nod in reply, leading her to the dance floor. ]

[pain_train]

[Wrath was already enjoying herself; she likes people, likes watching them, and feels safe enough to do so. But now she's practically incandescent with joy. Look at her, getting to dance with one of the cutest guys here, and he asked her.

(Her massive crush on Winter helps too, but she's just keeping that under her hat because she's not a total moron.)

She has to lean on him a bit, or rather on his arm, and she's got a good hold there. But when it comes to actual dancing, rather than put her hand on his back, she takes a grip on the side of his jacket. Maine didn't ever like people touching his back because it set him off, and she understands why, since it's such a vulnerable point. It's an automatic move for her now.]

Okay?