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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Remy LeBeau

[cajunspice]

[Dressed to the nines for the evening in a rather smart suit, he had managed to rustle up a mask that might feel a little familiar for some, even if Remy hadn't picked up the similarities.

Most of the night for Remy is spent on the dance floor, with the occasional trip to the bar for drinks and enough snacks to make sure he stays closer to sober than drunk. As far as he was concerned the night was for dancing and having as much fun as possible.]

[mucked]

[ a glittering figure can be found not far from the drinks. despite the wig and mask both worn very much in the spirit of the masquerade, she isn't too tough to decipher. peggy carries herself with the same posture and when she speaks she doesn't hide her accent. ]

Try the green concoction, Monsieur LeBeau. I haven't the foggiest what they're calling it, but it tastes not half bad.

[cajunspice]

[There was a pause, a slight tilt of his head as he pushed past that wig and mask to who it was underneath, although the use of his name like that certainly helped to give it away.] Tryin' to seduce me with drinks now? That hardly seem fair to tempt a boy like that, especially with something that looks like the Green Fairy herself.

[Remy then dropped his joking tone.] Evenin' cherie, must say, ya make a stunnin' sight to see tonight.

[mucked]

[ her laughter is warm, but wry. perhaps she walked into that one, with the colour of the drink at hand. she bows her head for a mere moment in gracious gratitude. ]

Do many women you meet appreciate being compared to the fairy in question, Remy? [ soft and smooth, she transitions smoothly into using his first name. it's a night for informality. ]

[cajunspice]

Maybe when compared to them bein' 'ntoxicatin', not so much hallucinogenic. [Remy smiled at his own bad joke, even if it was lost behind his mask.]

'njoyin' the evenin' so far?

[mucked]

Quite. Galas like these always do wonders for morale -- doubtless, the Atroma had us touch down on this moon at this particular time on purpose. We forget our broadcast shackles for a few more hours.

[cajunspice]

Don't they just? Been a while since been to one quite at this level but it certainly nice to mix it up once 'nd awhile. Add a bit of class to life. [Even if almost all the times Remy had been to such galas in the past were for work.] But it always comes back to the same thing, non? Good food, good drink, good friends. [He inclining his head towards her at that last part.]

[passingthrough]

Hey, handsome. [Even with a mask that covers so much the red eyes peering out of it and the way he moves gives him away.] Wasn't there something about a dance? [Or did she mess that up with her storytelling last time they talked? She's looking dressed up in blue with a mask that doesn't hide much.]

[cajunspice]

Hey yaself, [Despite it all, learning about other self, delving back into less than nice thoughts and memories, Remy didn't hold any of it against Kitty. It was his own demons to battle... one day. For now they were shoved away in exchange for just enjoying the night.] 'nd I believe ya be right.

[Holding out a hand to her, as if to lead her onto the dance floor, he kept his eyes on her through the mask.] Ya be lookin' mighty fine this evenin' petite, blue really be ya friend. [Before pausing to chuckle.] In several ways, though I didn't 'ntend that as a pun.

[passingthrough]

Thank you. And are we calling Kurt "Blue" now or did I miss the joke? [She slips her hand into his and follows along.]

[cajunspice]

Ah, well 've always called the one from my world Bleu, because clearly 'm not very creative in my nicknames. [Remy smiled behind his mask as they headed a bit more onto the floor, before turning to her and moving his arm to put her into a slow spin before stepping more into Kitty's space so they could dance together.]

[passingthrough]

At least it's not Fuzzy Elf. I heard that one bothered him. [She brings her arms up to his shoulders.] That's one of those things I'm probably going to get in trouble for telling you, isn't it?

[cajunspice]

Oooh, providin' me with more material? Don't worry, I won't tell him who my source be. [As she moved her hands to rest against him, Remy's own hands sat lightly against her waist. Taking a moment to check she was ok with him more or less leading them before doing so, eyes on her but also checking to make sure no one bumped into them as they danced.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ It is only natural that Kirk would eventually find his way to Remy. He enjoyed the cajun's company, on many levels, and it wouldn't be much of a party if went all night without at least saying hello. Just coming up to him he could not help but smile at the thought of the potential mischief they could cause.

He reached out and brushed his fingers across the lapels of Remy's suit, smoothing imaginary wrinkles. ]</sub>

Well, would you look at that. You clean up nice, Remy. I almost didn't recognize you.

[cajunspice]

[Remy grinned from behind his mask at both the other man's actions and his words.] Well, I do have my clothin' on for once, that might be why ya confused. [He chuckling as he got those words out.] Ya ain't too bad lookin' yaself cher, then again, that pretty much true for ya normally.

[universal_charm]

Oh, maybe that is it! I was wondering where that bite mark went....

_{[ He smirked at Remy, finishing smoothing his lapel and letting his hand drop. ]}

Flatterer. Not trying to butter me up for something, are you?

[cajunspice]

[His chuckle turned into a full out laugh at Kirk's reply, very much appreciating his style of humor.]

Would I ever? [Remy answered back, shaking his head as he smiled.] Doesn't sound like me at all.

[universal_charm]

I did think something else was out of place.

_{[ He grinned and reached down to take the other's hand, tugging him towards the dance floor. ]}

You know, the one thing we haven't done is dance. I think we should rectify that, don't you?

[cajunspice]

I donno, I think what we've done so far be pretty close. A certain rhythm 'nd lots of movement, [Before his grin turned wicked, it reflected through the tone of his voice.] A bit of bump 'nd grind. [He was just too funny, don't you agree Kirk? Tightening his own hold on the other man's hand, Remy let himself be lead onto the floor, giving his own tug to James' hand once they were on it to pull him close.] Ya know, I actually was goin' to ask at the club that night, but something got me distracted.

[mistyday]

[Misty recognizes the mask, though maybe not for the same reason as others: the joker is a common enough figure at Mardi Gras. So she figures it's a pretty good chance Remy's the one behind it. She herself is readily identifiable in her lacy black dress and simple matching mask, her hair as wild as ever.]

Remy? That you?

[cajunspice]

[Remy turned his gaze on her as she spoke, red eyes glowing through the eye holes of his mask to hint that yes it was indeed him, although his smile at her showing up was lost from sight.] Misty, chere, ya lookin' lovely this night.

[mistyday]

[She grins, big and a little bashful.]

Well, ain't you sweet? You don't look too bad yourself.

[cajunspice]

[Smoothing his hands down the lapels of his coat, Remy then held his arms out to do a little spin, pausing once he was facing her again. He was such a sucker for putting on a show, especially when he knew he had an audience.] Too kind chere, too kind.

Ya got some lucky homme to keep ya company tonight, or am I able to steal ya away for a dance or two?

[mistyday]

[She grins, both at his showmanship and at his offer.]

Why, I never thought you'd ask!

[cajunspice]

Considerin' the event, we should do this all proper like, non? [Before Remy straightened up a bit more and held a hand in her direction so he could take her's if it was offered.]