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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[cajunspice]

[Remy's own hand moved to rest lightly against Jim's upper back, over one of his shoulder blades.] Well, I do like shiny things. [It kind of came with the territory. He then quickly put on a mock suspicious look, it again mostly lost thanks to his mask but the glow from his eyes dipping a little through the mask eye holes as he narrowed his eyes.] Wait, is that why ya brought that shiny drink, ya were tryin' to draw me in with it? Tsk tsk, for shame cher.

[universal_charm]

_{[ His face morphed into one of mock shock, as if the other had found out some great, deep, dark secret of its. ]}

What? I would never-!

_{[ He stopped himself with a short laugh, moving his fingers to brush along the fine hairs at the nape of Remy's neck. ]}

I wasn't sure what sort of bird I would draw in, but as luck would have it, I attracted the prettiest one.

[cajunspice]

[OOC: continued here]