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]

Well, yeah. [Maybe not the best example. Finn thinks about it a little more.] But--okay, how about like, when you got a parasite, and if you don't pull it off it'll just keep sucking on your blood, but if you pull it off it'll die.

[mistyday]

I guess that makes sense. Like the terraformer's leechin' away all their lifeblood.

[forcesensitive]

Yeah, like that. But if we can figure a way to turn it around, then it'll be pumping the life back into it instead of leeching it out.

[mistyday]

Obi-Wan said I might be able to help, with one of the potions I made him.

[She frowns.]

Don't see what one little bottle's gonna do for an entire planet though.

[forcesensitive]

[Finn does, though.]

Like a purifying mixture? You'd only need a sample template to give to the terraformers, so they could make a bunch of it.

[mistyday]

But it's magic.

[She frowns.]

I don't think anyone but me can make it. Me or another witch.

[forcesensitive]

[That is so far above his pay grade that Finn shrugs.]

Maybe there's someone here who can? I never worked with terraformers.

[mistyday]

I hope so. But I trust Obi-Wan. He knows way more than I do.

[forcesensitive]

[That gets a smile, soft but genuine.]

He's a good man.

[mistyday]

Too good sometimes, I think. It hurts him a lot.

[forcesensitive]

How do you mean? Because he feels bad that he can't fix everything?

[mistyday]

Exactly. He feels responsible I think.

[forcesensitive]

Well, the more I can help him, the less he has to feel like that. So I will.

[mistyday]

I'm glad he's got someone to help. Someone from his world.

[forcesensitive]

[Finn smiles.] I bet he'd do just as good with help from anyone, but I'll do what I can.

[mistyday]

Still, it helps to have someone who knows kinda what you’re goin’ through, you know? I mean, not that I wanna ever see most people from my world ever again, but it’s kinda lonely sometimes.

[forcesensitive]

Oh yeah, for sure. I mean, not that I really know the Force, but at least I know what it is. And that's kinda important if you're a Jedi.

[mistyday]

Yeah. He's been trying to teach me about it - it's kinda like my magic but not exactly.

[forcesensitive]

Yeah? He's probably the right person to go to, then. One session with him and he pegged exactly what kind of training I should work on.

[mistyday]

[She nods.]

I've gotten way better at my telekinesis thanks to him.

[forcesensitive]

That's moving stuff around, right? [What are these fancy words.] Pretty cool.

[mistyday]

Yeah like...

[Misty stares at one of the snack bowls and a second later, a cracker zips out of the bowl and lands neatly on top of Finn's head. She grins.]

Like that!

[forcesensitive]

[Finn looks startled, but then reaches up to grab it and munch it.]

Now that could be useful.

[mistyday]

[She giggles at his reaction.]

Who needs a fork when you got this, right?

[forcesensitive]

[Food that goes directly into your mouth sounds like an excellent use of the Force, or telewhatsit.]

Yeah!