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

[passingthrough]

Dresses are done and then there's Plato. What else do you have going? Or is a thousand slightly shorter in your world?

[winn]

I gotta keep some mystery alive -

[passingthrough]

If only we hadn't exchanged full, real names. We could have had that. Missed opportunity.

[winn]

Maybe I lied about the whole 'no middle name' thing.

[passingthrough]

Scandal. Intrigue. Wow. I'm ready to tune in next season for more.

[winn]

In which we're introduced to my long lost brother who's also the president of a small beforehand unknown island nation he can't remember because a feather fell on his head.

[ all said in one breath.

that's all it takes to evoke amnesia in a soap, right? he's never actually seen one, only parodies. ]

[passingthrough]

Does he also look just like you but with a beard? Because I will settle for nothing less.

[winn]

This face is one of a kind, sorry.

[passingthrough]

I assumed you'd play both roles with a strap-on beard.

[winn]

What do you mean 'play' this very real life.

[passingthrough]

Oh, right. My mistake. So, is that a no on the strap-on beard?

[winn]

That's negotiable.

[passingthrough]

You're going to have made a strap-on beard by the next time I see you, aren't you? And I'll just be sad I didn't talk more about pizza and ice cream instead.

[winn]

Trust me, if I could figure out how to work on real pizza, I won't need a strap-on beard.

[ cuz he'll be working on it obsessively and who has time for shaving when pizza's within your reach? ]

[passingthrough]

That's a little confusing and strangely hot. [Okay, she's just eager for the after party. That's the only reason that could be hot. Or maybe it's just repeating "strap-on" over and over again...]

[winn]

That's my jam.

[ strangely hot is the only kind of hot he's got. ]

[passingthrough]

You're ridiculous. Do you know that? [She looks pretty fond saying this.]