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

[pneumo]

No... [ That had been awful. ] Sorry Kitty.

[passingthrough]

Just...do better? It really was for your own good. I want you to be healthy and safe on top of having fun.

[pneumo]

I will... [ ;; He's sorry mom ]

I'll find one for the way back, promise.

[passingthrough]

Good. And until then we can stop talking about it and just enjoy the dancing. [She even gives him a little smile.]

[pneumo]

[ Mom......♥ He can't help return the gesture, brightening some as he nods. ]

--Okay! [ Sweep him off his feet~ ]

[passingthrough]

[Oh, she will! Ready for a gentle spin, Sascha?] Have you danced with anyone else?

[pneumo]

[ 90% ready! He only falters a little, and though his steps are off he's able to keep in time. ]

Just Obi-wan. He wants to fix my brain! [ Technically speaking. He's missing a few key details when he says that. ]

[passingthrough]

...Want to run that one past me again?

[pneumo]

Oh, um... Well I can't remember who I used to be in stuff because I have brain damage right? He said he wants to find a way and see if he can fix it☆

[passingthrough]

[Her lips part slightly with surprise and god why didn't that occur to her? Of course he does. The way he forgets things or doesn't understand... He's not doing it on purpose? Excuse her, she's just going to feel terrible for every time she ever yelled at you, Sascha. And for calling you a potato.]

...He...thinks he can?

[pneumo]

[ He probably didn't properly explain it to her either granted, but yes. He looks sheepish, but that's more for Obi-wan's endless optimism and hope than the way Kitty has ever treated him. As far as Sascha's concerned she's his best friend ever and has done no wrong. ]

He says there might be a way...but he hasn't found it yet. Sweet of him, right?

[passingthrough]

Yeah, it's sweet. [She should talk to him about that. She also needs to stop dancing for a moment to just hug Sascha for reasons.]

[pneumo]

[ Oh no, mom... Sascha isn't prepared for that and it catches him off guard. Kitty isn't usually so forthcoming with affection like this, but it's only takes a moment or two for him to respond and hug back. ]

.....

[passingthrough]

[She reaches up to pet his hair too.] I didn't realize there was something... I didn't know.

[pneumo]

D, didn't realize what...? [ He asks that, but he can't keep the stutter from his voice nor his heart from thundering around inside his chest. Kitty's hand is on his head--she's really patting it. He didn't even ask her to, and she's...

Sascha swallows the excited lump in his throat, ducking his head for her. ]

[passingthrough]

That... you were injured. I should have been more patient with you. [Does she know that the head petting is a huge thing for him? She does not. It's just what she does to comfort. Though right now she might be comforting herself.]

[pneumo]

[ Whoever benefit it's for, Sascha will take it. Especially with how it makes his heart race and throat feel oddly tight. That normally doesn't happen. Is it a good thing, he wonders? ]

Oh....you mean my brain? It's okay! [ he tries to assure her. ] It's the same for all Newborns. None of us remember much.

[passingthrough]

[Not as intended, but there could be worse reactions.]

How long does being a newborn last?

[pneumo]

Um...a few weeks I think. Like six or eight or ten or something, why?

[passingthrough]

Aren't you already a lot older than that?

[pneumo]

....Maybe I'm just a late bloomer!

[passingthrough]

How long do you remember being like this, Sascha?

[pneumo]

[ Ah, now they're getting into territory he's not exactly comfortable with. He doesn't want to answer this question, doesn't want to think about the actuality of what it'll mean to work things out for real.

But because it's Kitty? He'll pause and look down a little, some of his goofiness leaving. ]

...A while? [ A really, really long while. ]

[passingthrough]

[She can see his discomfort, but she still pushes. However, her voice is gentle and she brushes back his hair again.] How long is awhile, Sascha?

[pneumo]

[ It's probably the only reason he tells her, honestly. His chest feels as if it's about to burst from the affectionate gesture, and although he has to glance away when he answers initially, he looks back after. ]

...Maybe a hundred years? [ His tone is reluctant, almost guilty; like a child having to admit their wrong. ]