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

[forcesensitive]

Yeah, they do. Ahsoka's about my age here, but if I met her in my time, she'd be like seventy. And Vima's from way back in the Old Republic. Couple thousand years ago, I think.

[mistyday]

Couple thousand years!

[Hell and she thought Marie was from a long time ago.]

Wonder why they do that. Wonder how they pick any of us, really.

[forcesensitive]

[Finn shrugs. It's one of those things that's above his pay grade.]

Probably because they can. If they got enough power, they don't need more of a reason than that.

[mistyday]

Guess so.

[Fiona liked flexing her power too so it makes some sense. Not really worth thinking about too much. So she smiles and changes the subject.]

Hey, you like to dance?

[forcesensitive]

[Finn eyes the dance floor the way he'd eye a melee battle.]

Never got much chance before, but I could give it a shot. You want to try?

[mistyday]

Never been dancin'!

[She grabs his hand and tugs him towards the dance floor.]

We gotta fix that!

[forcesensitive]

Whoa!

[Finn grins as he gets dragged along, and why not? It can't be that hard if everybody else is doing it. A lifetime of combat training hasn't exactly prepared him for a dance floor, but he finds himself using the skills nonetheless - he successfully avoids bumping into anyone and is reasonably good at improvising his moves. Success??]

[mistyday]

[Success! And let's be real, it ain't like Misty's got any formal dance training, just her natural sense of rhythm and the joy she finds in music, so she's not gonna judge, long as he's having fun!]

Not too bad, for someone who hasn't ever danced before!

[forcesensitive]

You're pretty good yourself! You do this a lot?

[mistyday]

Dancin'? Of course!

[She twirls and laughs.]

Though nothing so fancy as this and I hardly ever have anyone to dance with. Just myself.

[forcesensitive]

Well, maybe you can show me some good moves so you don't have to be all by yourself anymore.

[mistyday]

[She laughs.]

All right, I can do that!

[You're welcome, Finn, you're about to learn a bunch of 70s hippie moves. Better than disco at least though right???]

[forcesensitive]

[It's not like he knows any difference, so he's just happy to follow along. Some of the moves look a little silly, but he has so much fun he's laughing by the time the song wraps up.]

That was fun!

[mistyday]

[Misty's laughing right along with him, pleased that he's enjoying himself so much.]

It was!

[She laughs again then rests her hands on her sides, breathing heavily.]

Though... probably been dancin' a little too much tonight. Need to get a drink or something. You care to join me?

[forcesensitive]

Sure. [Finn takes her hand to lead her over to the refreshment table. He sticks strictly to the non-alcoholic beverages, but punch is good, right?]

Here. You want anything to eat, too?

[mistyday]

[Punch is just fine. She takes it with a smile.]

Oh yeah that'd probably be good wouldn't it? Sometimes I get so caught up in things, I forget to eat.

[forcesensitive]

Gotta take food when you can.

[Military attitude, that. You never know when you're going to be dropped into a mission with no warning. He makes up a small plate of tasty snacks and brings it back over to share.]

Here. If you're gonna dance all night, gotta keep your strength up.

[mistyday]

Hey thanks!

[She picks up one of the... uh... cheesy looking snacks and pops it in her mouth. Her eyes light up almost and she chews enthusiastically before grabbing another one.]

Shit, that's good! You gotta try one of them things.

[forcesensitive]

[He's never one to turn down food, so Finn grabs one himself. His eyes bulge a bit.]

Wow. [Munch, munch.] That's intense.

[mistyday]

Ain't as good as food back home of course but...

[She bites down on another snack.]

Probably won't be goin' back there any time soon.

[forcesensitive]

Way better than what I got at home. All of the food here is.

[Even the stuff on the ships, believe it or not.]

Maybe you can get some spices or something? Make things that taste more familiar to you that way.

[mistyday]

Maybe. I'll have to talk to Remy. He's from the same city as me and he cooks real good, so he'd know exactly what to get. If we get the right stuff, I'll be sure to invite you. You'd love Cajun food.

[Because everyone loves Cajun food. Obviously

Not that she's biased or anything.]

[forcesensitive]

[Given how bland his diet's been mos tof his life, he might have some trouble with it--not that Finn knows that. So instead he just grins.]

That'd be great. I like trying all these new foods.

[mistyday]

Hey you know what we should do?

[She waves a little pretzelly looking thing at him.]

We should have like... tastin' parties. Where people make stuff from their hometowns or whatever and everybody tries a bite, so we all get a taste of home.

[forcesensitive]

All the food I know is boring.

[But he chews on the idea as much as he chews on the not-cheese.]

If we could get the right ingredients, might work. Just cause I think roast tauntaun and bantha milk lattes are gross doesn't mean there's not someone out there who likes it.