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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[steeledskin]

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. ]

[resnipstance]

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

[steeledskin]

[ 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. ]

[resnipstance]

[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.]

[steeledskin]

[ 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. ]

[resnipstance]

[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?

[steeledskin]

[ 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. ]

[resnipstance]

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

[steeledskin]

My lady, I am -- [ a woman flowered. but her nose crinkles, as though she can't quite bring herself to explain exactly what qualifies her for marriage. ] I am old enough to marry. It isn't marriage I mind, but my husband's family.

[ she would have been happier married to a tyrell son, certainly. and back in westeros she and baelish are only waiting for the imp to be declared dead before a fresh union is made. ]

We were wed in the Sept of Baelor. His Grace the King gave me away, as I was a ward of the crown at the time. My lady -- I've told you of my brother's death back in Westeros. I should never have been my father's heir.

[ she leaves the empty spaces, hoping ahsoka can fill them in. she seems quick and clever. sansa's marriage had been a title grab -- a way to steal stark land out from under the family name by burdening her with a lannister husband. ]

CATCHPA SUCKS

[resnipstance]

[CONT'D]