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driftfleet2016-04-22 07:39 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-22 07:39 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
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- anakin skywalker,
- asuka shikinami langley,
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- charles xavier,
- coil lenn,
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- dune/leto atreides ii,
- fdr foster,
- finn,
- hank mccoy,
- haruka tenoh,
- hera syndulla,
- josé ramse,
- katherine "hawkeye" bishop,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- kaworu nagisa,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- kotoha isone,
- kurt darkholme,
- kurt wagner,
- lily potter,
- loki,
- max rockatansky,
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- misty day,
- moonbay,
- nami,
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- otono-tachibana makie,
- padmé amidala,
- poe dameron,
- qing-yuan zhu,
- r. daneel olivaw,
- raylene carter,
- remy lebeau,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sam winchester,
- sascha,
- shinji ikari,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- sora niniji (au),
- syeira,
- the vision,
- theon greyjoy,
- tyrion lannister,
- vash the stampede,
- vima sunrider,
- wanda maximoff,
- winn schott,
- wrath,
- yang xiao long
Masquerade Mingle
[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.]]
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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He likes to think he looks more like an adult now. He looks over at her curiously. "Do you drink much?"
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"I drink as much as is safe, in my line of work." Which means mostly she sticks one pint, unless she can really afford to be vulnerable.
"How old are you?" Yep going back to that because, really he looks so young.
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He really hates looking young. It feels like a vulnerability that he can't hide.
"27." Pause. "How old are you?"
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"At the very least, I have managed twenty years of life. Perhaps more."
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He pulls away, giving her a strained smile. "You'd think I'd be able to keep a conversation happy for my best friend."
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"Don't. You couldn't swing a proverbial sack in my past without bumping into something that went wrong. I'm fine. This is a good night. I'm having a wonderful time, and maybe I'm not a peace with everything behind me, but I'm dealing with it well. So stop trying to walk on egg shells and take your best friend to that champagne like you promised."
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"Yeah, let's... let's go drink champagne."
He pauses again, and decides to leave his hand in hers, walking her over to the bar they have set up there. "Champagne, please. Two."
He thanks the bartender when he hands Arthur two flutes of champagne, and hands Syeira one of them.
"To a good night?" he toasts her, still a bit bashful from what just happened, but smiling now as he holds out to clink his flute against hers.
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She takes the little delicate glass, eyes it briefly because it feel so fragile in her hand. Then she lifts it in toast with him. The little clink they make has her worried for a second that the glass will shatter, but it holds.
"And good friends." And then she drinks. The shape of the glass forces her to sip slower than she would have with a wider brimmed cup, which is likely for the best. He was not joking about the bubbles. They tickle her nose, making her wrinkle it up, eyes closing, she shakes her head shortly.
"It tickles!"
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"Yep. It's my favorite part," he laughs, patting her shoulder. "Do you like it?"
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"I suppose we could sit for a little while." The night is still young. There's plenty of time for a quiet chat.
Mindful of the wings on her back, she sits on the arm of the couch, keeping her knees together to maintain decency.
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