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]

[Mask or no mask, who else would be using that line? She smirks a little.]

Lucky for you. Basic indoor structures can be very fickle.

[evildetector]

Had a lamp out for me, once. Aftermath wasn't pretty.

[ he thinks he's so clever....


that drink in his hand is definitely alcoholic. ]

[passingthrough]

I bet. Did you end up with a lampshade on your head or that too personal? [She only had some punch, but she's not looking down on anyone for having a drink or two. Or ten?]

[evildetector]

I was picking pieces of broken light bulb out of my foot for days.

[ stiles, that is straight up gross. he makes a face, as if realizing that his filter is even shoddier than usual. ]

'Cause, you know, it- fell. And I stepped on it. But it was its fault, not mine.

[passingthrough]

Well, that's fun masquerade talk. [She's one to talk really.] Was this recent?

[evildetector]

Sorry, uh. I excel at the foot-in-the-mouth thing.

[ he's just gonna drain the rest of his cup to ease the embarrassment here, okay. ]

And no, it wasn't. But it's proof that furniture is out to get me.

[passingthrough]

I guess it beats foot in glass. And it means your foot healthy enough for dancing. [She holds a hand out for him.]

[evildetector]

[ stiles glances down at her hand, briefly dumbfounded, as if he's not entirely sure what to do with it. he peeks over his shoulder behind himself really quickly just once, as if making sure, but - ]

Uh. With you?

[ NOT THAT HE'S OPPOSED IN THE LEAST, it's just not what he'd been expecting, ok. ]

[passingthrough]

I don't usually ask for other people. [Her hand is getting lonely out here, Stiles.]

i hate the hovermenu

[evildetector]

Hey, you can't blame a guy for checking...

[ he seems pleased as punch as he adjusts his mask and takes her hand, though, tossing his empty cup into a nearby bin. ]

haha, it's annoying

[passingthrough]

[Just in time. It was about to be retracted!] I am risking my life considering the way everything is out to get you. Good thing I'm so resilient.

[evildetector]

Well, unless the ceiling comes down...

[ he trails off as he leads her out to the floor, glancing dubiously upward. ]

... maybe I should wait until we're finished dancing to say anything.

[passingthrough]

If you have the ability to destroy things just by mentioning it you should really use that power for something better. [She stops and turns toward him, putting her hands on his shoulders once they are out among the other dancers.]

[evildetector]

[ stiles carefully rests his hands on her wait, which is probably when it will become apparent that literally the only kind of dancing that he knows how to do is the "awkward high school swaying" kind. ]

Be way better to summon stuff that way. I wish I had a giant cheesecake... Nada.

[passingthrough]

[She can make do with that. But as long as she has a dance going on why have a conversation without dancing happening, right?]

You'd share if it did work, right? And then you'd order a pizza to go with it? [Round foods always go together.]

[evildetector]

Pizza.

[ his expression is kind of dreamy for a second, here. ]

I miss pizza. Real, good pizza.

[passingthrough]

[Ah, she knows that expression well. Pizza is important for recently teenage, mutant, ninja...girls.]

Me too. I'm very sad no one is growing a pizza tree in the garden on the Iskaulit. [With an entire multiverse a tree that grows pizza should exist somewhere, okay?]

(OOC: I'm guessing you know this, but you're on the AC warning list in case you don't!)

[passingthrough]

Continues here.