And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

[thespaceopera]

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THE BALLROOM

[thespaceopera]

[This performance hall is part of an old, historic building. Dating back to a time before the persistent grime and pollution, the wooden floor has seen the shuffling of many feet during its life. Now, the old hall has been dressed up for the celebration, draped in expensive geometric tapestries and glittering garland. The ceiling has been rigged up with a digital display screen, making it look as though a colorful nebula is swirling gently above the crowd. A large, antique chandelier in the middle catches its light, refracting it back in fleeting little rainbows all over the room.

Guests who walk in may find themselves swept up in a sea of costumed people--natives in all kinds of strange outfits are dancing, mingling, and moving from one end of the hall to the other. A live band is playing a range of classical and more fast-paced, electric beats, which means the dance of the moment may be anything from a slow waltz to bouncing along with the crowd near the musicians.

For those who aren't really interested (or for anyone who needs a break), there are comfortable chairs and couches grouped together along the far wall of the ballroom. Whether you're lounging around with your friends or just trying to escape the crowd, a friendly server may come by to offer you some filtered water or a tiny cheese snack.]

Felix Harrowgate

[lord_wizard]

[Felix arrives to the masquerade arm-in-arm with Crowley, making the gaudy splash of color he's arrayed himself in stand out all the more against the demon's usual somber black. He is a literal peacock this evening, the patterned coat and vest he wears resplendent in brilliant blue and green, stark against his black leather trousers. His mask is an elegant affair in blue and gold, framed by his deep red hair. His ever-present gold and garnet rings seem as incongruous as his curls, but rather tie in the winding gold, green, scarlet, and azure vines tattooed on his hands.

It's clear that he's finally in his element. The beautiful hall, the music, the dancing, the absolute grandiose ostentatious of it all is absolutely everything he might have wanted and everything he has missed from his old life. The memory doesn't hold him down like it once might have, but rather buoys him, lifting him out of his worries and into the spirit of the evening. It's a sharper, brighter, even more outgoing version of himself, one that might have once been edged, but tonight it's almost entirely genuine.

He carries himself with confidence as he moves through the crowd. He doesn't stay at his lover's side at all times, especially when there's so many people here to meet. He will dance with anyone that asks (and he shows skill at least in the technical dances) and talk to everyone he meets, even if it's simply a bright smile followed by an equally bright--]

Hello.

(OOC: This post is for reference and any potential new friends. Feel free to tag him here)

Remy LeBeau

[cajunspice]

[Dressed to the nines for the evening in a rather smart suit, he had managed to rustle up a mask that might feel a little familiar for some, even if Remy hadn't picked up the similarities.

Most of the night for Remy is spent on the dance floor, with the occasional trip to the bar for drinks and enough snacks to make sure he stays closer to sober than drunk. As far as he was concerned the night was for dancing and having as much fun as possible.]

[OOC: OP here, Suit here, Mask here]

Peggy

[cajunspice]

[OOC: from here]

[Seeing the offer of his arm go ignored, Remy let it drop, brushing it off and not getting too worried about it. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn't. He however turned his gaze to where she motioned.] Ah, noted, on both facts.

Kitty

[cajunspice]

[OOC: from here]

Ballet, hein? [Remy took half a step back to give a glance up and down her, before moving back in.] I can see that. No wonder ya so light on ya feet then, petite. [As it was very clear as they moved that she did indeed knew how to dance.] 'nd I always thought better to be light on ya feet, 'ncludin' in battle. Especially in battle.

Kirk

[cajunspice]

[OOC: From here]

[Remy grinned from behind his mask.] Flatterer, ya just far too good with those lips of ya's. [Yes, take that however you want, as there was a good chance Remy meant it that way.]

Misty

[cajunspice]

[OOC: from here]

[Smiling as he led her onto the dance floor, finding a good spot for them Remy gave her hand a little tug to pull her into him but also moving his hand to help direct her into a spin in doing so. Once she was close to him, Remy shifted his hold on her hand just enough to be more suited for their new position, his other hand going to rest lightly on her waist.] Glad ya spotted me, I really 'njoyed our last dance together, would had been a shame to miss out this time.

Beverly Crusher

[dancingmd]

[Beverly's identity is hardly a secret behind the half mask she is wearing (a mask which, by the way, looks suspiciously similar in style to the mask of a certain other party-goer - paper and printed word, matching pages in a book). If her smile doesn't give her away, her signature red hair will, done up in a high French twist. Her dress is old-fashioned, reminiscent of 18th century Earth, not at all like the clean lines and solid colors of her usual clothing. This is immensely fun for her, getting the chance to wear a costume for the first time in months and giving her love of both theater and dance a chance to shine. Though she spends a good deal of time with Daneel, she will happily dance or chat with almost anyone who asks. Or, she just might ask you! Who knows?]

Riona

[dancingmd]

{from here}

I think I'm going to need a drink then, if that's the case.

Furiosa

[dancingmd]

{from here}

[She nods. From what little she knows of their world, Max is probably better than most.]

He told me a little bit, about what it's like. Not any details just... in general.

Nightingale

[dancingmd]

{from here}

[Oh. Maybe not talk about card games again then.]

What board games do you like to play? I'm afraid I'm not very familiar with most of them myself.

bounces over here

[bythewaves]

"Then..." He dips his head in a grateful bow. "If you could see yourself acquiring one piece, I would be very grateful."

Daneel

[dancingmd]

{from here}

[She thought it funny too but it's accurate enough, really.]

I'm glad. And I'm sorry. I didn't think through what I was saying, the implications there...

Haruka Tenoh & Lily Evans (con't)

[actsmagnificent]

That's not a good face. Haruka pauses, soaking it in - not wanting to pry - then grinning suddenly, as if an idea's just occurred to her.

"May I show you something?" she asks, beginning to weave them towards the outskirts of the dance floor (without missing a beat, naturally). Such is her mastery, in fact, that others part for them without even seeming to intend to - either they're unconsciously reacting to her charisma or else she's unconsciously maneuvering her partner while taking everyone else's motions into account, too.

Elegant ladies. It's what they do.

[gifted_witch]

She'll recover, in time. But she had a very clever dance partner taking her mind off things and that made her much more cheerful.

"Is it a surprise?" Lily smiled slightly and tipped her head with the question. She wasn't entirely sure what there was to see here but then they were moving and it was not unlike magic how they seemed to pass through the crowd without touching or disturbing anything.

Apollo

[neversets]

& Maglor

[neversets]

[Continued from here]

"Yeah. Fuck. Crap, swearing, fuck it, no child to hear. I think her first word was 'fuck'. Anyway, might be worth learning. I can't see this going well."

& Darkholme

[neversets]

[Continued from here]

Then clearly, the best solution is to take them off.

[He doesn't even really hesitate before scooping Kurt up bridal style with a total lack of effort, balancing him in one arm and reaching to try and help him take off aforementioned problem.]

Lioriley OTA + continuations

[invigorates]

original thread here

VARRIC

[invigorates]

Of course.

[ she follows without protest, allowing the dwarf to lead her by the hand to their new destination. a part of her worries that she might have said something wrong when asking that question, while another part feels only a strong concern for varric. both emotions show so clearly in those dark eyes, and in the way her leylines flicker. ]

RIONA

[invigorates]

A little is better than nothing. [ she would prefer the other woman feel a lot better, but surely that would come soon enough (ha). ]

Though it may be difficult, I am sure you did as well. You should know by now that if you need anything, or anyone to talk to, you can come to me, yes?

Syeira

[child_of_bhaal]

Syeira has never actually been to a real ball. It may actually show in the way she wanders, taking all the sights in, half dazzled by all the costumes. Her own is practically straight out of a fantasy, black, dusky blue and silver, and reminiscent of a black bird. A raven to be specific. Her mask is not a mask, but a painted design that highlights her features, accented with red to help her hair not seem utterly out of place with her costume. And on her feet are what will seem to be shoes to most everyone, unless they look very closely.

[ooc: All her costume bits .

For Maglor

[child_of_bhaal]

[ooc: Last tag]

The offer of his arm gains him a pleased, flattered smile, and she slips her hand around the bend of his elbow.

"I never say no to real food, and I could certainly use a drink."

Sascha

[pneumo]

padmé amidala : overflow

[diplomacme]

[ Padmé is in her element.

On Coruscant, parties were occasionally used to conduct political business. Everything from the food to the dress code to the location were meticulously chosen. But on the Fleet, she's just Padmé. There are no alliances to be made, no Senate motions or proposed laws to "sell" to someone, no dignitaries to impress. It's a change, but it's nice. Most of the parties she's gone to in her life have been for the sake of something. For politics, for show.

Of course, she's still dressed to the nines.

She's often wandering the fringes of the dance floor, people-watching. Sometimes she's sitting on one of the chairs, deep in conversation with a local. Sometimes she's watching the virtual lightshow on the ceiling with a faraway look.

Of course, Padmé will be happy to dance and, more importantly, teach any of her fellow passengers how to dance. ]