WHO: Anyone involved in the auction. If your character wasn't, they have to make a donation of at least $25 at the door. Don't forget to tag yourselves in!
WHERE:
Lensherr-Maximoff Castle, Rhinebeck County, New York.
WHEN: 7 PM, tonight.
WARNINGS: Anything can happen, so I'd tread carefully.
SUMMARY: The Lensherr-Maximoffs hold a masquerade ball in
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As she entered with the rest of the titan posse, her eyes began to scan the area. ... it was beautiful, rustic even. Perhaps she could have a decent night after all, even if it would be spent against one of the walls, watching the others...
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It wasn't just about observing that, of course, but about keeping an eye on... well, whoever else was here, assuming they were involved in the auction and had enough money and influence here to be so. And it was always good to keep track of social groups and movements ( ... )
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Tim got the first bit of her attention as she sidled up to him, careful not to trip on the skirts of her dress - she was used to more form-fitting attire, rather than something like this. It was unique, to say the least.
She had missed his presence in the tower, regardless of how short his absence really was. There was something about his spirit and drive that always seemed to perk her up if things got bad, and oh had they gotten bad.
With as sweet of a smile as she could manage, she finally made an attempt to talk to him. "Hey..."
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"Hey. Nice dress." Lame, but honest.
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She smirked and got a bit closer, so she wouldn't have to strain her voice over the music and bustling crowds too much, crossing her arms over her chest as an act of false security.
"... about what happened---" way to just come right out and say it, Raven.
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Tim shrugged one shoulder, letting his smile fade a little. "About that. I'm sorry that I overreacted. I mean, I'm still not happy about... that sort of thing being shared without my knowing about it, but. I know you were just trying to help." This is where he resolutely does not glance at Kon, but does get a little cooler in tone. "Not that I really think that there's anything to help along, as it were."
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She stopped herself, turning a bit away from him to let her own eyes graze over the titans scattered in the room. "... but he didn't leave, you did."
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And yes, she's included, he doesn't think he has to make too blunt a point of that.
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"Do you want to dance?"
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He raises his eyebrows, genuinely surprised for a second, before breaking into a warmer smile. Still pretty faint for anyone who isn't Tim, but well, Raven especially should know how that goes with him. "Sure, I'd like that. Shall we?" He moves to offer her his hand for an escort to the dance floor, ingrained socialite manners kicking in.
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This was as good of a chance as any to get to know him better, and grow closer, after all. And in her mind, growing closer and having happy moments would prevent this situation from happening ever again...
Naive as she was.
"Good. I'd like to see if you can keep up, after all."
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"Oh, I think I can give you a run for your money." He smirked slightly, playful. "I did practically grow up going to this kind of thing."
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"I was taught for years by Joseph, who could easily out-dance any of us in an instant."
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And then sometimes they found one of them cut up in a dumpster, and - well. Not the thoughts for here. The City was nothing like Gotham, and the people here were nothing like Gotham socialites.
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"It seems you have." keep the mood light, Raven. "However..." she glances down at their feet once before lifting an eyebrow up at him. "... I am impressed."
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Tim effortlessly works a shrug of his shoulders into the dance. "Thank you. I may be more than a member of Gotham's high society, but that doesn't mean I've neglected my duties there." He smiles and adds in a brief little dip. "Though I must say, it's more enjoyable with a good partner."
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