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

[passingthrough]

[What kind of mind touching are you doing, sir?]

I wish I could, but it doesn't seem like it. I'm on the protect humanity side of things myself and I don't think she is.

[thezerothlaw]

[Nothing impolite! He is merely listening to surface emotions right now. Anything more would be rude. And he can't help doing that much.

He considers what she says, though.]

Mystique referred to resentment and fear between "mutants" and "standard" humans. While not surprising, I did find it disheartening. She has chosen to meet violence with more violence, then?

[passingthrough]

She's right about the fear and resentment. [Then he'll probably noticed her earlier warm enthusiasm for the dancing portion of tonight's festivities has mellowed to something more thoughtful. "Hated and feared" was such a way of life for her for years even as she worked tirelessly to protect those who resented her. But it was a complicated situation and while it wasn't good for anyone but Apocalypse, it was the humans taking the brunt of the horrors her world had to offer. She couldn't exactly blame them for not taking the time to draw the line between her and their oppressors.] I'm not exactly sure what she's doing back home, but it doesn't sound good. [Part of her still wants to think all the bad Rogue told her about was for a good endgame.] So, caution.

[thezerothlaw]

I will keep your warning in mind.

[Not that he's likely to treat Mystique with anything other than continuing politeness.]

I am sorry if this conversation distresses you, Miss Pryde.

[passingthrough]

Moving here.