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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[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.]

[mistyday]

Oh!

[Misty preforms an approximation of a curtsy before taking his hand.]

Don't mind if I do!

[cajunspice]

[OOC: continued here]