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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[precedented]

Of course I want to dance with you.

[ It's an old dance, once Ghani and Leto used to play to music long forgotten. The game was to see how long they could dance without touching. Leto always lost that game and ended up chasing her across the halls. ]

[fuga]

[ She would ask why, but she thinks that she is unlikely to get a response that is anything other than cryptic. Instead, she moves forward, a little closer into his space, allowing herself a moment to consider before she relaxes and finally lets herself move. They do not touch, but it is much like the crowd around them; they dance. ]

They are watching you.

[precedented]

[ continued here ]