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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[bigvessel]

[For all that he enjoys dancing, it certainly comes second to finding good company to keep, so he's just as eager to slide into a seat next to some pretty little eye-catching thing as he is to pull people out onto the dancefloor. Though his own outfit and matching mask hardly stands up to Riona's extravegance. Especially when he's still got an ankle thickly wrapped, cuts small faded things on his face from his dumb fall down a mineshaft.

Somehow, though, he doubts she'll mind too much. Especially when she was concerned and caring enough to bring him food after the whole ordeal.]

Don't you look like a shining light tonight. [And he flashes her a friendly grin.] Enjoying yourself?

[bryces_pup]

[Riona smiles back.]

Why thank you. You look quite dashing yourself. [Her hands rest on her lap as she leans back against the seat.] I am immensely. And yourself?

[bigvessel]

Well, I'm glad you're adapting. Even without the dog. [A purposeful and teasing pause.] And the husband.

I'm doing good. Could be better though. I could be dancing with you, if you're interested in taking a spin.

[bryces_pup]

[An innocent tease, but one that inadvertently hurts. She's not entirely without her husband; there's a version of him here. But his words are a reminder that it's not her Alistair. A reminder that still stings at times.

Her smile is a little more forced as she nods.]

I do miss them. And I would be happy to, if you're up for it. [She gestures to his ankle.] Or if your ankle is up for it, I should say.

[bigvessel]

[Well there's a shift in the ease of that smile, he can pick up on that much, but it's easy to mistake it for simply missing what she's got at home. And he's more than willing to try to make her feel a little better.]

It's worth any pain. [He answers easily, pushing himself up to his feet and offering her his hand.]

[bryces_pup]

As long as you're sure.

[She takes his offered hand and stands up, smoothing out her dress before letting him lead the way.]