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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[pain_train]

[Okay, that actually gets her to blush even though it's mostly hidden by her mask. Not something she ever expected to hear from Winter, that's not really the kind of person he is, so it's really special. And she likes Winter a lot, so that makes it even better.]

Thanks!

[It really is killing her.

Wait... is he offering? She's not sure. But...]

I think I could. Um. Do you want to?

[reconstitution]

[ Telling someone they look nice is protocol for things like this. He learned that the last time there was a special function. Courtesy of Jim.

Mostly, he's giving her a solution to her problem. His brow furrows briefly, eyes flicking between Wrath and the dance floor. If she looks careful enough, she can see him give the barest hint of a nod.

You do things for friends when they feel poorly. He holds out his metal hand to help her up. ]

[pain_train]

[Her assumption is that he means what he says; that's what she assumes with most people.

And she is watching him keenly, because talking with Winter isn't so different from talking with Maine. He says plenty, just not verbally.

She takes his hand, and lets him help her. It's okay, she tells herself. And it makes her feel really good that Winter's doing this, because it's probably not an easy thing for him.]

Thank you

[reconstitution]

[ It's not easy by a long shot, but he's here, and he's making himself behave properly for a party. You're supposed to dance and tell gals they look pretty when they do.

Even if all these people put him on edge. This isn't for him.

He offers Wrath a nod in reply, leading her to the dance floor. ]

[pain_train]

[Wrath was already enjoying herself; she likes people, likes watching them, and feels safe enough to do so. But now she's practically incandescent with joy. Look at her, getting to dance with one of the cutest guys here, and he asked her.

(Her massive crush on Winter helps too, but she's just keeping that under her hat because she's not a total moron.)

She has to lean on him a bit, or rather on his arm, and she's got a good hold there. But when it comes to actual dancing, rather than put her hand on his back, she takes a grip on the side of his jacket. Maine didn't ever like people touching his back because it set him off, and she understands why, since it's such a vulnerable point. It's an automatic move for her now.]

Okay?

[reconstitution]

[ She's considerate of her hand placement, but his jacket isn't as sturdy as he is. Telegraphing his movements, he takes her arm and slowly moves it so her hand falls to his shoulder instead. Her other hand, he keeps clasped in his right. His left goes carefully to her back. ]

Better.

[ Winter is more concerned with your stability than anything else, Wrath. Don't hurt yourself. ]

[pain_train]

[That's okay, then, if he's the one moving her hand. She feels a little weird, a little shivery about him touching her back, but isn't sure if it's because she has a raging crush on him (true) or because there's something about people touching her ports that scares the hell out of her (also true). Normally, it seems like less of a big deal, because she's hugging someone, and it's not that deliberate. She licks her lips, nods.]

Okay.

[And it is okay, because Winter's okay and she trusts him. He's not going to do anything bad. She squeezes his shoulder lightly. He's solid, reassuring.]