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

[child_of_bhaal]

She doesn't ask what load they are taking off, because he gives her enough context to figure out he means they should sit down.

"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.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He sits down on the cushions next to her, sipping at his champagne. "What's your favorite part so far, Syeira? Of the party, I mean."

[child_of_bhaal]

"The dancing," she says with a smile. "The costumes are a close second though. I love seeing all the people dressed up. What about you?"