Paper Faces on Parade

[applesaucemod]

The residents of Manhattan will once again find themselves drawn into the currents of the rift when they sleep tonight. Once again, too, the rift is drawing in people from other worlds, both those who might one day find themselves pulled through in waking life and those who might yet escape its grasp.

Tonight, it seems, a celebration is in order. The ballroom of a country manor is the setting for tonight's gathering. Wood and marble gleam in the gas lighting, and a bar at one end of the room provides the, ahem, social lubricant some guests may require. At the other end, a staircase leads to a walkway that runs the entire parameter of the room, allowing guests to watch the dancing from above. While the party is localized in the ballroom, who knows what secret passages and hidden ways a grand old house like this one might conceal?

Those who appear here will find themselves wearing a disguise on arrival. Should the rift cause one to appear in a costume not of their liking (as it is fairly likely to do), an enormous wardrobe can be found through a door near the bar. In it, guests will find a seemingly infinite assortment of costumes and masks of all sizes and varieties ready for their use.


[Mod note: Usual dream-party rules apply. Both members and non-members are welcome to use any character, be they already in the game or no, and players can choose whether to have their characters remember this in the morning.]

Comments

[has_a_horn]

"See. But I point out that they're assholes and now they both..." He rolls his eyes and takes a sip from his drink. "Well, I'm not Mr. Popular. Surprise surprise."

Sorry, Topher. You really have no idea what you've just gotten into.

[brink]

Hey, at least Gabe is talking to him. Although advice on interpersonal relationship is not exactly Topher's strong suit.

"People don't like being told they're wrong," he comments, more to let Gabriel complain some more than to provide any valuable insight.

[has_a_horn]

"Yeah, no shit. But sometimes they need to hear it. And they did." He shrugs his face, the corner of his mouth raising in a parody of a smirk.

"You're right. They don't want someone that's going to point out blazing stupidity. They want-" And now is a very bad time to look up, because the TARDIS is running her hands into the Doctor's hair and kissing his cheek. Gabriel very nearly cringes. It's should be becoming clearer and clearer that this isn't really about Peter at the moment. "Unconditional acceptance. Built-in trust."

[brink]

It's becoming increasingly clear, yes. Topher's not sure what exactly he can say to that, because he's not entirely sure what this is about. Except, clearly, the TARDIS, and probably the Doctor.

"Did something happen between you two?" he probes uncertainly. Besides the flambéing, obviously.

[has_a_horn]

"Good question." Just give him a second to think on that. They haven't exactly spent a lot of time together, but when he and the TARDIS manage to get along, they really get along. It's just...all of those other times that are the problem.

"A lot of arguing. Some decent conversation. A bit of tongue."

Oh look, they're dancing now. Wonderful.

[brink]

Topher does a bit of a doubletake at the last bit. "Tongue?" That definitely comes as a surprise. Though he supposes it explains what he now figures must be jealousy. It's just... well... An angel and a time machine. Bit unexpected.

[has_a_horn]

"Mm. Not bad, either." He wouldn't say they burnt the house down with their passion or anything, but it had been nice. "You know about them? She told me you were...helping out."

[brink]

Topher nods. He's not sure entirely what 'know about' entails, but he knows they're pretty much soul-mates, even if he doesn't know the details.

"Yeah. I'm repairing a time machine," he answers, and he can't help but grin a bit at that. It really is a dream come true. That the time machine and her pilot both happen to be friends is a bonus.

[has_a_horn]

"She told me that I should trust you." Just, y'know, so Topher knows that he has the TARDIS' trust. That doesn't mean Gabriel's ready to follow her advice, though.

[brink]

"She said," Topher answers with a nod. "She also said that you're slow to do so. Whereas I seem to be careless." Perhaps he should be more discerning, but he also doesn't want to cut himself off, like he has this past while. It certainly hasn't made him happier.