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Masquerade Mingle

[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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Winn ... now that is a name I hear bandied about quite a bit. And I am utterly not surprised that her Majesty Margaery has such lovely hair-styling gifts. Still, their handiwork only makes for the frame of the tapestry.

[He clears his throat, and tugs on the lapel of his coat just once.] Isn't it? On my modest spending spree with my boots, I asked for a new suit. This is what they came up with.

[One corner of his mouth pulled up at the corners.] Are you now? Now I am flattered.

It's about time the flattering was on the other foot. Or whatever part of you I was flattering. [She smiles, but there's a lot of curiosity over his first statement.]

Who was talking about Winn? [Maybe just a touch worried. Not that there should be anything to worry about. It's Winn. He doesn't seem like the enemy-making type.]

I was hoping it was my fine suit wearing self -- but I suppose feet would do well enough.

[He waved his hand a little.] No one in particular. I've seen his name, out and about on the network. He seems to be a bright young man. A bit ... unsure of himself, but still, very bright. Is he a good friend?

Let's say it's the whole package—suit, feet and all. [But mostly just him. His wit and warmth.]

You keep an eye on the network too. [She does that herself though she's been less intent on it as she's relaxed into the place.] Yes, he's bright, talented, sweet, and a good friend. He's also my date. [And maybe her boyfriend, but she's having trouble committing to the term and position. It's easier to think of the pain that might be waiting at the end.]

You honor me unduly, my lady, and I'll take it. [He grins up at her, before he nods.] Indubitably. I like to see who I have to deal with, now and in the future.

[Now ... apparently Winn was someone he was going to have to deal with, in a completely not lethal manner.] I see, so he is my rival for your affections. [He eyes the gown again, for several reasons.] And he already knows what sort of gowns you prefer ... the man has an unfair advantage. Tell him he has to be less intelligent and witty than I am.

[She's pretty sure she just got checked out. She's also wondering if that cutout shows off more from his particular vantage point. There is also a moment of discomfort, but not from that. She wonders if she's been leading him on though she's meant the things she's said to him and timing was more on Winn's side. She starts with a smile.] I will be sure to let him know about his new limitations.

Now, are you going to ask me to dance or do I need to do all the work?

[Mmmm, now that was an interesting and quelling sort of answer. He sipped his drink then, looking thoughtfully out at the dance floor, before he responded lightly.] Furthermore, if he's determined to take you and you are determined to be taken ... I am going to have to insist that you both find me a more available target. It's only good manners.

[There, leave that one out, and he can now arch an eyebrow at her.] I didn't realize you wanted to caper. [He put his glass down on the table, before he bowed.] My lady Kitty, would you do me the honor of looking rather foolish, dancing about with a man who comes to your, ah, waist?

Are you saying you want me to fix you up with someone? [Is that becoming a full-time career now? She's also honestly asking because sometimes the old time-y-ness is hard to parse.]

And I always want a caper. I think. If it means dance I do. If you're using it more like an escapade or heist then I'm probably in for that too.

[She imitates a curtsy she saw Margaery do once. Probably getting it a little off, but it's just for fun.] I'd be honored. I also have a possible solution to height difference if you're interested.

I am saying that if you are not free for my attentions, I'll have to politely, and honorably, put my attentions elsewhere. Well, with less intent, at any rate. [He smiled gently, for he really was enamored of Kitty, but he would not conduct himself into another man's suit.]

...Where I come from, it means a foolish dance, but as you wish it.

[His lips curve up at the corners, watching her curtsy, before he does a more formal bow.] I would be pleased for you to show me this particular trick?

I am only giving my romantic attentions to Winn now, [Which feels odd to admit out loud. She wasn't expecting to let herself be in this position again, but here they are. It makes her nervous which is probably no surprise to Tyrion after everything they shared.] but I hope that doesn't mean we can't hang out. [It also feels weird to say "hang out" to him, but if she doesn't throw things like that in every once in awhile she starts slipping into his speech patterns and the next thing you know it's like she's pretending she's at a Renaissance Faire.]

[She holds her hand down to him. Once he does she'll phase them both, making them intangible to everyone and everything but each other, but he shouldn't notice any change at first.] Just hold my hand and take a step up like you're walking up a staircase or ladder. The air will seem solid under your feet.

Then he is a very fortunate man whom I shall threaten later if he ever hurts you, he will answer to me. [That's ... half charm and half truth. He frowns for a moment, trying to understand the slang.] Do you mean ... continue to be acquainted? I would like that, very much. [You do not become friends with a beautiful woman and then say - oh no, I only wanted to bed you. Highest marks of rude behavior. Tyrion wasn't Theon, after all.]

[He put his hand in hers, and suddenly felt ... different. As if here, and yet not here. He arched an eyebrow at her.] All right, but when I fall on my face, I am going to realize you did in fact understand what I meant by capering dance.

[One step up. Then another. Then ... another. Until he was just slightly looking down on her.] Now ... here is an advantage I did not think of. Remind me to be more charming than Winn, so you'll consider me just for this? [He grinned again, before holding out his arms appropriately.] We shall ... waltz, correct?

[She smiles at the threat. Poor Winn, he'll have a line of people waiting for him if that happens.] Yes, I want to stay acquainted. I enjoy you too much for you to just disappear all mysteriously. [If he hadn't wanted to he wouldn't have been much of a loss.]

[She just shakes her head, amused at his Winn comment. Poor Winn.]

Waltzing sounds good. Just one very important rule to remember, and I don't think you'll have any trouble with it. You can't let go of me unless you want to fall. [She moves her other hand up to his shoulder. And of course the back of her dress is largely open so he can enjoy that.

[Oh, he truly will. Tyrion will make sure to sneak around and get him in the back if he can.] Then we shall continue to get acquainted. Although is it not like the handsome heroes to disappear in a wisp of smoke? [Or so he has always read.]

Then a waltz it shall be ... where I cannot let go of you. Such a shame. I shall weep. [He wraps his small hand around her waist, before he pushes off in the first step, keeping his grip firm - purely to lead of course.]

[If Winn ever does break her heart she's going to have to actually stay there and guard him, isn't she?]

I'm sure Kurt—the only other one here from my world—would agree with you about handsome heroes. [She looks around the dance floor before nodding to a a man in a pirate costume.] He's the shirtless one with a tail. He's usually blue. Apparently, being grey was part of the costume somehow? Anyway, he can literally disappear in a wisp of smoke.

[She moves long with him, following his lead. There is still an adjustment to dancing even with him airwalking higher up, but she's figuring out how to compensate for it.] I thought you might be disappointed by all the touching.

[Yes, yes she is. Until she manages to convince them all that he's really just a puppy.]

Well, if he is a hero, I am sure he will. [He looks where she is pointing, and nods at the shirtless young man with the tail. The tail might get him looks, but the rest of him looked more than appealing enough, so he doubted Kurt had issues.] And he is in fact handsome, so there you have it.

[It is at that, considering how short his arms are, and this is his very first waltz.] Oh yes, absolutely disappointed. See how disappointed my face is.

[Just the part where people think he's a demon some of the time. But she wouldn't argue against her friend being handsome.] He's one of the X-Men like me. [Hero is a large word to claim. Though it is easier for her to apply to others.] We fight the good fight.

I do. Smiles must be very deceptive where you're from. Speaking of where you're from, I finally realized Margaery is from there too. And I met Robb Stark.

[He wouldn't even be sure what a demon was - right now he's just an interesting looking young man who is not a wight. Beyond that, Tyrion of all people is not going to toss around 'odd looking' at anyone.] So he is like family to you?

[A quiet snort.] It depends entirely on where you are smiling, and with whom. [He brightens, then frowns.] Margaery is loveliness herself, wrapped in enough wit to use it. Robb Stark ... well. He's a Stark.

He is. But, you know, picture a family who likes each other. [She gives him a little smile.]

Margaery is one of my crewmates now. I like her. I have a good crew.

[She remembers Robb making a somewhat insulting jab at Tyrion for his stature. She shut that down immediately. Other than that she'd like him, but that was a pretty big "other than that" to judge someone for what they are and not who. He came back with some comments about them being on different sides of a war that were more understandable though.] What's wrong with the Starks?

That is something of a stretch ... but I shall do my damndest. [He smiles in turn, spinning them around the floor as gracefully as he can.]

[He smiled a bit more at that.] She is easy to be liked, and she will look out for your best interests, no worries there.

[Now that was an interesting question, and he looked back at her.] Absolutely nothing. They are good, honorable family - brave to a fault. Stubborn, though, and oftentimes ... unwilling to bend where bending could have saved lives, including their own. [He sighed softly.] I am afraid politics is not a game that the Starks play well. They lack the duplicity for it.

[She stays close as they dance giving his arms less of a stretch and she smirks at his reference to imagining a happy family.]

Sounds like I'd be bad at politics too. [She would hesitate to call herself good. But brave, stubborn, and honest are things she can describe herself with freely. Of course, the reason she stops at good and honorable is because of the ways she's had to bend in order to save lives.] Good thing I also have no interest in it.

Many people are, and that is why many people should stay away from politics. I am glad you are one of the wiser ones. [Tyrion stated firmly, because by the Seven, he would never want to see Kitty mixed up in this sort of thing. She was too damned ... well. Everything.]

Not using any of that wisdom for yourself? [Though she wouldn't be too surprised if his options were limited where he's from given what he's said about it.]

I reserve my wisdom for the game itself, and mastering it. I am duplicitous enough to get away with it. [Tyrion all but purred, amusement flickering across his face, before his gaze became more serious.] It is how I have stayed alive, so long.

You seem like you've been straightforward with me. Is that just because you're good at what you do or because I don't have any political power so there's no need to dupe me?

[She can appreciate the survival tactic though. She had powers and her team. It's how she got through war until trusting someone she loved got her killed. He was alone and at a disadvantage in a physical fight.]

That is because I like you a great deal, Kitty Pryde, with that comes my respect. Respect demands that I treat you as honestly and honorably as you have treated me.

[Is his simple and grave response. Kitty had been nothing but kind to him, gracious, even warm. She had told him things that most would consider confidences. To use that in some clever game? Would be reprehensible.]

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