A MASQUERADE BALL MEME

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A MASQUERADE BALL MEME

MASQUERADE! Hide your face so the world will never find you! Time to go to the ball! Early or late, the food is exquisite, the music is an endless dream and the tide of taffeta creates the most wonderful masks on all your fellow ball-goers. Are you here to find true love, to dance, or just for the incredible food? Perhaps you'll meet "the One"! RULES • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • RNG for a number between 1-10 to get your options. Mix and match! • Have fun!

SCENARIOS 001 DANCING | One person asks another to dance. 002 MINGLING | Chatting in one of the lavish rooms or in the gardens. 003 NIBBLES | Ah, the fated moment your eyes first meet ... over the creampuff puddings. 004 LOST | The castle is huge! One person is lost, the other knows where the ball is. 005 MIDNIGHT | The clock has struck, your clothes have turned to rags! 006 KEEPSAKE | It might not be a glass slipper but someone has lost something and you're here to return it. 007 PUNCHLINE | Spilling punch all over the other person, whether by accident or out of nerves. 008 LIVERIED | Ball? You're here to work! Who else is going to clean up the sick on those rose bushes? Tsk. 009 UNDRESSED | Take off the mask. 010 WILD CARD | Choose your own type of encounter! (by sockle)

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[brooklyn_boy]

Well. That was a sad answer no matter how you looked at it.

"What happened?"

Steve considers that this might be impolite to ask someone that you just met, but the guy had sprung out of nowhere to ask him to dance. So the rules of social interactions had to be a bit different, right now. He smiles, all the same, trying to not look prying.

"I mean, I always sort of hated dancing. I had a friend who could probably spin a girl around the floor to the sound of a police siren. But me? Not if I was on puppet strings."

Almost as though to prove his point, Steve stumbles over one of his steps, nearly stepping on the stranger's foot. He groans lightly but gets back into position and tries again. He wasn't doing that badly. At least not as bad as before.

"So why 'used to'? No time?"

[freightcars]

Something starts within his mind, something like static, like a shifted antenna or the radio on the wrong dial. What happened, what happened wasn't programmed into his backstory. Neither was I used to, neither was dancing with this stranger, and yet.

And yet.

"I don't know," he murmurs, dropping his eyes, trying to calmly piece together something.

It's not mission imperative. He guides them back through the missed step, sticks his eyes back on the target. Still the redhead. Still not a viable time to intervene.

He needs to return to being charming, to make conversation, to steer it clear from himself and focus it on the other man.

"You got a name?"

[brooklyn_boy]

That's a good enough hint for Steve to follow this man's lead and let that conversation drop. When asked for his name, he hesitates for only a second before realizing that his name is so common, he might as well not try to remember a lie.

He's been told many times that he's a bad liar.

"Steve."

He turns his head and checks out Natasha. She's doing a fantastic job of sticking to their target like glue. Steve starts to scan the crowd like he was supposed to from the start, trying to see who would have a clear fire line to the ambassador.

But his attention drifts ever so slightly to the man he's dancing with. Steve can't help but find him...interesting? That's not the right word... Something about how he sounds. The way he talks... It's not familiar, really. It couldn't be familiar. But it feels nostalgic all the same.

It's easy to feel comfortable. Which is probably a mistake.

"What about you?"