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.]]

Comments

[steeledskin]

[ sansa's appearance tonight is rather well-covered: both by dress and mask. but her identity is no secret to crew-mates from the blue fish, who would have had ample opportunity to witness these things in her possession in the hours leading up to the ball. even now as she approaches lady riona, sansa does her the courtesy of removing her mask so they might speak in earnest. ]

I saw you on the dance floor, my lady. You dress twirls so prettily.

[bryces_pup]

[Sansa's mask is distinct, so Riona is already smiling and coming to greet her, even before it's removed.]

Thank you! I was afraid it might be a bit overmuch, but it seems my fears were baseless. But I must say, I absolutely love the color and sheen of your dress. Have you much chance to dance and show it off?

[steeledskin]

My brother has promised me a dance. [ and although only her eyes can be seen, she seems quite pleased with that prospect. ] And our good captain, as well.

[bryces_pup]

Merely the first two of many, I would think. They should be lining up to dance with you.

[steeledskin]

[ the compliment makes her smile. it reminds her of home -- and for many reasons, lady riona does remind her of home often. perhaps it's in the way she speaks. or some underlying patience. ]

I shouldn't mind if they don't. It's nice enough to watch the partners turn around the room, I think.

[bryces_pup]

More content to observe? [She nods and looks out across the ballroom, over all the dancing couples.] It is fascinating what you see sometimes, when people's guards are lowered like this.

[steeledskin]

She -- [ sansa barely tilts her head towards a pair of local dancers, done up like matching birds in their outfits. ] She wishes she was here with someone else. Watch her eyes.

[bryces_pup]

[Well versed in the way of watching someone without obviously staring at them, Riona glances over a few times in that direction, only taking a hard look when the lady in question's back is turned. She watches, and after a moment, she nods.]

They do not stay on him for very long. And I think she is looking for someone else, but it is hard to say. For better or worse, her partner seems oblivious to it. Or he does not care.

[steeledskin]

[ -- or he knows his quarry is his own, and cannot fly away again. perhaps the young woman's preference means nothing to him. but sansa keeps so tragic a thought to herself. ]

My lady, [ sansa changes topics with quick ease. as haunted and terrified as she is on the ship, it seems a social event is something of her element. ] Lady Margaery has said you tell a magnificent tale about a dragon.

[bryces_pup]

[Now that's something she never expected to be brought up. Riona laughs, looking a tad embarrassed.]

Maker preserve me, she told you about that?

[steeledskin]

She said the tale is so lively, I simply must hear it from you yourself.

[bryces_pup]

Continued here!