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

[precedented]

Must honour be attended to? Can it not survive on its own?

[complicatedliar]

Only someone who possesses that particular treasure can answer your question. I hear it does make a weighty corpse to haul even when still alive and kicking.

[precedented]

Then it is probably for the best I place no emphasis on it lest it carries me off.

[complicatedliar]

Mmm. I'd hate to have to fight your honor to the death, as I shall admit not competitors when it comes to sweeping you away. And as I am a lazy soul, that sounds like much effort. Be glad your eyes are pretty and your legs well.

[precedented]

[ A mock sigh. ]

To be reduced to my attributes. What a shame.

[complicatedliar]

It is terrible to be so objectified. You poor darling.

[precedented]

How will I ever go on?

[complicatedliar]

One foot and then the other, I suspect, unless the trauma is such that you will give up dancing altogether.

[precedented]

I would be a lesser soul for it, I'm afraid.

[complicatedliar]

True. Rather stop breathing before one stops dancing.

[precedented]

A tempting offer, but I shall pass on it for now.

[complicatedliar]

Coward. Is oxygen truly so dear? [Such teasing.]

[precedented]

Without it, my words are left with nothing. Not even wind can carry them far.

[complicatedliar]

Your words are still your words, wise or not. Write them upon the face of the world.

[precedented]

Oh, I will blaze it across the stars until all of mankind quivers at my name.

[complicatedliar]

Only mankind? Shall all others remain quiver-less?

[precedented]

I can't be expected to speak for everyone.

[complicatedliar]

But who shall you speak to?

[precedented]

[ He rests a hand around Loki's neck. ]

I suppose I shall depend on you.

[complicatedliar]

[The response is automatic, a slight movement of the head that arcs his neck into that touch, something not so visible, but easily felt.]

Mmm, depending upon the most undependable being in the realms, who speaks much and says little.

I never took you for a gambler.

[precedented]

We are all gamblers. The real question is something else entirely. But I believe I chose correctly.

[ Leto's faith in Loki is unshakable, even when they argue or do not fully agree. ]

[complicatedliar]

[He laughs. There is nothing else he can really do.]

Beautiful fool.

[Today, it is for teasing and humor. He's in a good mood. Let tomorrow be for the reminder that he is the ultimate death if anyone foolish enough to trust him.

Though he has not harmed Rogue yet. He is trying.]

[precedented]

[ Leto is sure Loki is trying very hard. Instead, he enjoys the private joke. ]

I'm hardly beautiful. The suit does all the work.

[complicatedliar]

I wager it would better serve you decorating a floor. [Dangerous, Loki. Pressing up against that unnatural, self-imposed boundary.]

[precedented]

I can't deny the sight of good clothes on a marbled floor.

[ He curls a hand in Loki's hair, tight and sharp. ]

My other skin is harder to shed, I'm afraid.