And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[grandstanding]

[It's getting late, so Erik opts to return to the green museum, clear his head a bit before he and Charles make their heist. He's dispensed with the mask by now, hooked it to his belt. Damn any staff who tell him to put it back on. The jacket has also been divested and put over his arm, as he walks the green paths.

And then there's Kurt, lying on a bench in front of him. He does stare for a moment at the grey dye, the commitment to the costume. Erik steps around it, to examine the curling vines instead. His back is turned, but he still addresses Kurt.]

Mind you don't fall asleep. Someone could pack you up with all of this in the morning.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt chuckles softly.] They should only be so fortunate in life.

[He rolls his head lazily toward Erik, watching him take in the greenery. Its a familiar scene, his mentor walking around the room during a conversation while Kurt perched on a table, a chair, sometimes the wall its-self.

Kurt pulls himself to a sitting, and then crouching, position, knees to his chest and arms folded on top of his knees.] Enjoying Prospero's party?

[grandstanding]

[He snorts a bit, amused.] Not as much as you, it seems. [Glancing over his shoulder at Kurt, he takes in the other man's monochrome appearance again.] You really committed to the theme.

[ecclesiophobic]

Why not? Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die? [He flashes a bright and completely false smile at Erik, offset by the tension around his eyes. As the smile fades Kurt motions toward the man with his tail, the dull gold rings threaded on it glinting.] I see you did not.

[grandstanding]

[He snorts at that, turning around fully.] I'm not feeling theatrical today. [Some would say he's done enough of that for one lifetime. He wouldn't agree with them; everything has its place, its use. Being forceful requires full commitment.]

Besides, I mainly came for the food. [A slight smile at that, barely humoured. What he really came to do is steal the food, but that will have to wait.]

[ecclesiophobic]

You, not feel theatrical? Do I need to check your temperature? [Sorry Erik, your theatrics are a universal trait. Despite his frequent reminders that this isn't the man he know, Kurt still catches himself slipping into old habits. It's hard not to, especially when he's drank a little.

Such as right now, Kurt not bothering at hiding his soft snickers.] That doesn't surprise me. Give it another month or two and I'll be right with you in complaining about the fare aboard our ships.

[grandstanding]

[He should have expected that. It was half a joke at his own expense. He cocks his head to the side slightly, giving the appearance of serious thought.] If I decide to end the party, then we'll see.

This moon has had limited chances to build up my own supply. If it were possible to hunt without everything being poisoned, I don't think I'd mind so much. [He'd rather be self-sufficient.] This is hardly the worst fare in the world, even so.

[ecclesiophobic]

Well if you should, I hope you don't expect me to play nursemaid through your trying illness. I refuse to wear that much white. [He almost claimed to look horrible in it, but if Erik's ever seen any version of his mother in white he'd know that for a lie. Kurt might have his father's features, but his coloring is all Mystique.]

If the air were breathable, I'd risk it. Couldn't be worse than the shit we had to make due with back home. At least it would be fresh. [Instead of expired and sometimes with rotted parts. They only rarely had anything better, and Kurt suspects those strokes of good luck were Weapon Omega's doing. Even at the height of his evil, Logan still loved his wife.] Ah well. At least medication is plentiful--and cheap enough. [Poisons too, and he's started a small stockpile of both.]

[grandstanding]

I've looked around. Similar animals to Earth, but not entirely the same. [No doubt twisted, in their own ways, from the poison. While he doesn't say as much, he agrees with Kurt's assessment. He's eaten far worse in his time, he's certain. What stops him now is the fact that other food is available, bland and paste-like though it is. There is a faint tip of his head in acknowledgement.]

Yes, it is. There's only so many times you can make trips to the drug store, though.