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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[pain_train]

[Wrath was already enjoying herself; she likes people, likes watching them, and feels safe enough to do so. But now she's practically incandescent with joy. Look at her, getting to dance with one of the cutest guys here, and he asked her.

(Her massive crush on Winter helps too, but she's just keeping that under her hat because she's not a total moron.)

She has to lean on him a bit, or rather on his arm, and she's got a good hold there. But when it comes to actual dancing, rather than put her hand on his back, she takes a grip on the side of his jacket. Maine didn't ever like people touching his back because it set him off, and she understands why, since it's such a vulnerable point. It's an automatic move for her now.]

Okay?

[reconstitution]

[ She's considerate of her hand placement, but his jacket isn't as sturdy as he is. Telegraphing his movements, he takes her arm and slowly moves it so her hand falls to his shoulder instead. Her other hand, he keeps clasped in his right. His left goes carefully to her back. ]

Better.

[ Winter is more concerned with your stability than anything else, Wrath. Don't hurt yourself. ]

[pain_train]

[That's okay, then, if he's the one moving her hand. She feels a little weird, a little shivery about him touching her back, but isn't sure if it's because she has a raging crush on him (true) or because there's something about people touching her ports that scares the hell out of her (also true). Normally, it seems like less of a big deal, because she's hugging someone, and it's not that deliberate. She licks her lips, nods.]

Okay.

[And it is okay, because Winter's okay and she trusts him. He's not going to do anything bad. She squeezes his shoulder lightly. He's solid, reassuring.]