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!]


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Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley has been swanning about the party, talking to people, drinking excessively, the usual, really. He's wearing a much fancier suit than normal, but absolutely still black. He's also procured a tophat to go with his grey snake-skin mask.

Eventually, he catches sight of Felix again, while he's on a return journey from spending time with someone or other. Crowley may be fairly good at socialising, but in a place like this? Felix takes to it like a fish to water. It's enjoyable enough watching him flit around, do his thing.

Still, as Felix returns he offers up a wine glass he's not long gathered from the bar. He has one of his own so it's not really sharing. Not...really.]

Not a bad turnout, given this party is on a moon that may well be the pitstain of the universe.

[lord_wizard]

[He takes the glass, his fingers curling around it almost greedily. He doesn't feel the need to drink much this evening, but he will absolutely take a gift when offered. Of course, he doesn't even bother to say thank you, saving Crowley the bother of pretending he'd done something nice]

Certainly, but also means they are all acutely aware of their mutual misery, and what better way to deny misery that with a party? Besides, it seems a cultural affectation, going by the gas masks.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley appreciates that, nothing worse than having to pretend you didn't do a nice thing. He'd come out in hives or something.]

Hmmm, perhaps you're right. They do seem a little over zealous to show us how happy they are about the looming death-smog. Maybe they've been drinking the kool-aid.

[lord_wizard]

I have no idea what that means--[Though he says it rather brightly, since cultural references he doesn't get are par for the course, especially with Crowley, and he's in too good a mood to care]

I any case, I'm sure they're perfectly aware of what they've been dealt, my point is, it's a bit like putting make-up on a pig.

[onlyanapple]

You're probably better off never knowing. It's not a fun story.

[It bummed him out when he heard about it. Humans. ]

You might just have a point, there. Polishing up a turd, and suchlike.

[lord_wizard]

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