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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.]]

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Mm, most of the time.

I tend not to call people out on it though-- I mean, unless they're withholding information vital to saving someone's life. I always figure... people have their lies for a reason. If they want me to know the truth, they'll tell me when they're ready.

You would have known. Each time. [ she swallows hard, realization rolling through her stomach that every self-protective lie told while sharing ahsoka's company would have been sniffed out by her friend. this leaves a sour taste in the back of her throat. ] And you still want to be my friend?

Well... [Ahsoka pauses, like she's really giving her reply some thought before speaking. A rare phenomenon, for her.]

Hmmm. The way I see it, people don't usually lie for fun, right? Unless they're malicious, but-- I don't think you are. Usually the lies you tell are because-- hmm, it seems like you're protecting yourself. Or someone else. Or me.

I can't really hold that against you. It just means I haven't earned your trust yet.

It -- [ she wets her lips. ] My lady, it can be awful dangerous to tell the truth.

Sure, sometimes. Isn't that just proving my point?

It does; my lady, I was agreeing with you. I promise.

[ -- agreement without details. sansa's specialty. ]

But you still think I should hold it against you?

Others have. And -- [ her chin tilts. she needs to decide how much she ought to tell. ] And before coming here, my lady, it had been a long time indeed since I could tell any truths.

Oh-- that's right.

You were-- um. A political prisoner of sorts, right? [There are so many factions involved in Sansa's home world, the more she hears about it, the more trouble she has keeping the facts straight. But she's fairly sure that's correct.]

[ a small nod. and sansa -- caught up in the night, and in the peace of her brothers being so near... ]

Held hostage, by the crown. But some six moons before arriving in the Fleet, my lady, I was a fugitive of the crown. In hiding, and -- and living under another name. Sansa Stark was gone; I wasn't permitted to be her.

[Ahsoka nods. It's a familiar story. Force-- it might even one day be her own future, if she doesn't succeed in changing the timeline when she leaves this place.]

Man. No wonder you were so jumpy when we first met.

And you have been -- patient, my lady. [ their one bit of tension notwithstanding. ] As my brothers arrived, I realized I could comfortably be myself again. No one would hurt me for it. The worst of my enemies are not here.

"The worst" of your enemies?

Wait-- does that mean some of them are?

[ oh, seven hells. this is precisely why she holds her tongue -- a misspoken word can lead to difficult questions. sansa exudes hesitation. her mouth opens, and: ] N-no, my lady...

[ but that's a lie. and her blue eyes betray immediate understanding of what she's so recently learned. ahsoka will no. ]

Only...there are some within the fleet who harbour little affection for my house. Or whose own houses are aligned against mine.

[Ahsoka's brow furrows.]

... Well, I won't push it, but ...

If someone threatens you, you should tell me. [The edges of her mouth turn upwards a little in something of a little conspiratorial grin.] I'll sort 'em out so fast, they won't know what hit 'em.

[ softly -- conspiratorial, and careful: ] It's the Lannisters who worry me most, my lady. One is among us already, but he is -- I do not think he would move against my family, so long as his is absent.

[That earns a blink in surprise.]

Lannisters? As in-- Tyrion Lannister? The little guy?

Lord Tyrion is not to be underestimated, my lady. [ her voice shivers. there's trepidation hidden under her words -- but perhaps she ought to trust ahsoka on this topic. her brothers cannot be so objective, she believes. ]

Well, no-- I didn't think so. Every time we've spoken, I've been impressed with his quick thinking.

[ her steps are sluggish -- distracted. sansa glances to the ballroom's edge. ] My lady, would you walk with me? I tire of dancing. [ there are no means by which she can explain this danger without telling ahsoka the truth.

somehow, learning that she can sense lies makes it easier. a lie is meant to trick and obfuscate. if ahsoka can't be tricked, then perhaps it's better to simply tell. ]

[Ahsoka nods, separating a few inches from Sansa to give her some space.]

Of course. Lead the way. [Her face and voice speak volumes as to her confusion, but something tells her she won't have to wait long.]

[ they walk in silence. arm in arm -- and towards the green museum, because sansa likes its calm atmosphere and scent of soil. there is no less grace in her steps now than when she'd danced, but there is a fresh steel in her spine. ]

Lord Tyrion has been fair to me since his arrival. [ ... ] More fair than I deserve. [ she glances around, furtive, and then makes the very difficult choice to remove her silver mask and sling it over her arm. ]

By Westerosi law and custom, he is my husband.

[ her kin knows this. and not so long ago, she and ahsoka discussed the idea of found family. mayhaps it's only fitting that she include ahsoka, then, in that tight knit circle. ]

[Ahsoka follows Sansa's lead and takes her mask off when she does. When Sansa delivers her final words, however, the surprise is not just visible in Ahsoka's face, but in her whole body.]

What? But isn't he like-- ten years older than you?! At least?

[ sansa endures ahsoka's surprise with a stony face. she and margaery spoke of this -- of that raw disappointment and shock that seemed endemic to the way others reacted to what was commonplace in westeros. of all the complaints that could be laid against this union, the age difference is least of all in sansa's mind. ]

And brother to the woman who would see me killed, I am certain of it. The Lannisters cannot be trusted. Not even him. [ although her lord husband so dearly wants to be a confident -- a friend, or an adviser. she can't be certain. but every time she speaks with him she feels his palpable need for acknowledgement.

she doesn't know how to give him what he wants. ]

How is that even legal? There's no way you're eighteen.

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