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Halloween Masquerade Ball

Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: October 27th, 7:00pm till Morning Sirens.
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for some Halloween Masquerade Fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!

The Community Center has been transformed into a sophisticated autumn dance hall, with bits of Halloween decorations around the room. When the door opens, you find yourself in the hall before the main room, someone ready to take your coat, if you have one, and another ready to give out bracelets. That way no one who shouldn't be drinking won't be able to.

The dance floor is surrounded by a number of small, round tables, each with an elaborate centerpiece of cobwebs. There are lights within the hanging decorations, with draped fabric over the sides, to give it a more close knit feeling. At the head of all the tables is a bar serving free drinks and cocktails to anyone over age. There is also a buffet

And then, of course, there is the dance floor, where people are dancing to the music supplied by two talented DJs, lights blinking and the room ready for everyone to have a good time.

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Yes... Never have I been to a ball. I went to a party when I was little. We had a tree and candles, I remember. And I got that doll. But nothing like this.

[She beams]

See. My Lady made me this dress - she says it is fashion. And she paid for my hair and my make up and - see - a manicure. She is good to me."

[Or else plotting to hold all of this over Eponine for eternity, but shhhh.]

She even leant me the jewellery so I can be a lady.

Do you like it, M'sieur?

I...I...yes. Yes, I do. [He may know her now, but Marius is still nervous. He's never seen Eponine in anything but her ragged clothing, and to see her like this is a bit of a shock. But, he knows what he can see of her face and he knows her voice. Both are comforting right now.]

I did...mean what I say when I told you that you looked lovely. [He might be starting to blush. Oops.]

Do you really think so?

[She's just as shy. People here more and more are telling her that she's pretty, bt after so long of hearing the opposite, it's still hard for her to believe.]

I think you do. I mean... Do you want some wine?

Of course I do. [He doesn't lie, after all. Not usually.]

[Marius manages a soft chuckle.] It is usually the gentleman that offers the lady a drink, you know. [He's teasing, of course, and it's obvious.]

[It still makes her blush though] Sorry. Don't know these things.
[You can take the alleycat out of the gutter, but a pampered prim miss she'll never be.]

I think it's silly anyway. Does it matter who offers who what? Is that what happened in France? I didn't know you went to balls there. Does Enjolras go - and your other friends, M'sieur?

[Her expression becomes worried when she thinks about Enjolras. But never fear, Marius. She'll save him! Just for you.]

[He rests his hand on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.] You needn't. Things are different here, I think, anyway.

[Whoops. Caught lying.] Ah...[Marius rubs the back of his neck again.] I...actually have not have been to many balls. I did not like them very much, without anyone to speak with.

[He doesn't even know what happened to Enjolras, though it's worrying him that they haven't spoken for some time.]

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Did you not? Perhaps you should, M'sieur. It'd be better than listening to my Papa and me arguing or Mama snoring or Azelma crying. I should have gone if I could. Just think of the nice clothes and the food and wine - lots of wine. We only get gin down the road. S'alright, but wine tastes better. And you could have talked - you might have found...

[She sighs] You would have found lots of pretty girls to fall in love with. Not just Cosette.

Perhaps. But, there were not many pretty girls that wanted to speak with me. [He doesn't offer an explanation why. Surely, how he had acted was enough to show her that he wasn't...good with people. Especially females.]

[The comment about falling in love stings more than it should.] Besides, it does not matter. I am here now, yes?

[His gaze wanders to the dance floor, where the other party-goers have begun pairing off to dance. For a moment, the urge to ask Eponine wells up inside of him, but for now, Marius ignores it. She won't say yes, and besides, giving her false hope would be cruel of him.]

Yes, we all are. It's okay here, though. I have jobs. And a house. And no Papa or 'Parnasse or anyone. I don't even care about the monsters. And I have friends. Have you made friends yet?

[She eyes the dancefloor too - but Eponine's a bit nervous. She's never danced, excepting the awkward jerkings she gives when customers urge her to dance. That doesn't count.]

Not...not really. [Becoming a female almost right after he arrived sort of stunted Marius' ability to make friends. Couple that with his shy and rather awkward manner, and the fact that he hasn't talked to many people isn't so strange.] But, I have you and a few others, so it does not matter.

[He notices her watching the dance floor and is briefly torn. Marius doesn't want to hurt Eponine, but perhaps she'll only get this one chance tonight. Clearing his throat slightly, he offers his hand.] I do not dance very well, but...perhaps you will honor me with one?

[He's actually nervous that she'll refuse him, which is rather strange. Or that he'll just trip over his own feet the whole time. Marius isn't the most graceful of people, but he knows the basics, thankfully.]

"You had M'sieur Enjolras... I am sorry, M'sieur."

[She's upset - but she's going to save him for you, Marius. But then she forgets all about him. She's shocked.]

You want ME? To dance with YOU? Me? But...

[She looks longingly at the dancefloor] I do not know how. I don't want to make you embarrassed.

[Wait. Hold up.] Had? Eponine, what-?

[Enjolras' attack on AGI. Oh god, what if...no. No, he won't think that way until he's seen proof. Enjolras could be perfectly all right, after all. He wouldn't be so foolish as to attack right away...would he?]

[Distracting both himself and Eponine, he smiles a little.] It is not hard, I promise. I will show you. [His hand is still offered to her.]

[Her face falls.] Check the network, M'sieur. But believe me, it is not lost yet. I can get him back for you, M'sieur.

[She takes his hand shyly. She's holding Marius' hand. All other thoughts are out of the window. Completely gone. Vanished. Who cares? She's holding Marius' hand]

Teach me like one of the ladies dances. Teach me one that you do at your balls.

I shall do my best. [He's still worried, and he'll definitely be checking the network at home, but at the moment, Marius tries to focus on the party.]

[Gently taking her other hand, he moves it to his shoulder, and then nervously rests his hand on her waist. Feeling the warmth of her skin through her dress is enough to make him blush, and the fact that the dress is revealing so much of her skin is becoming very apparent now that they're so close.] Follow my lead.

[Slowly, to allow her to pick up the rhythm, Marius moves through the familiar steps, stumbling just a little from his nerves. He also may or may not be praying he doesn't step on her feet.]

[Eponine is slow, hesitant... half scared that she's dreaming. It feels pretty surreal, after years of dreaming, that Marius is finally holding her close. She doesn't blush - in fact, her face is stony beneath the mask and she looks down, concentrating on her feet. She doesn't really have a natural rhythm. She stumbles just because... well, this is so unnatural]

[Almost against his will, Marius lifts Eponine's chin to look at him.] Do not concentrate so hard. It is best if you do not think about it.

[He's just echoing the tutor he had as a child, though, so don't quote him on that. He's too busy trying to help to notice that his hand lingered for just a few seconds longer than usual on her cheek.] And you know, you are allowed to smile.

[She sighs in frustration, even as she jerks her head away. It's too much. He can't be this close and touch her face and - no too much. Too fast. And Eponine is freaking out. This is kinda like dancing with a god, for her. She just shakes her head]

I can't.

[He blinks in surprise, but follows her off the dance floor. And he can't quite meet her eyes when he speaks.]

I'm sorry...did I frighten you? We...we do not have to dance if...if you do not want to, there are other things...

Frighten me?

[Ok - space is better] No, I'm not frightened. Just... oh, I can't dance. I...

[She gestures a sort of hopeless gesture]

I am useless, Monsieur.

[He'll give her space, then.]

You are not useless, 'Ponine. There are others who cannot dance. [Himself included.] It is not the only thing to do at a party.

It is my fault. I did not mean to...make you uncomfortable.

Oh. You didn't. It was... that was the best moment of my life.

[Blame it on the wine. Now she blushes, dead embarrassed. Thank goodness for her mask.]

What... what else can we do?

[It stings, but it also brings a little swell in his chest that Marius is somewhat unfamiliar with. For now, he ignores it, focusing on finding something that will cheer her up.]

Ah...are you hungry? [Stupid question, Marius. But, there's tables of food, maybe having a few sweets will make her a little happier.]

Hungry? No... I'm never really hungry here. But food. I LOVE it. Shall we try. Look - look, the food looks so exciting.

[Oh, good. Marius smiles, tentatively offering his hand to her again.]

Of course, if that is what you would like to do. [Assuming she takes it, he'll lead her right over to one of the tables.]

[She does take it, of course. Eponine isn't scared of anything. And quite honestly, food surpasses even Marius. Eponine might not be starving in the way she was in Paris, but that kind of hunger is one that never leaves and Eponine wants to make sure it never happens again.]

Look, M'sieur. Cakes.

[She picks a pretty pink French Fancy, nibbling at the delicate butter icing. It's so light, it practically melt on her tongue.]

Oooooooooooooooh!!

[She munches slowly]

You know, Papa said that is why the Queen of France lost her head - for liking cake. That's why he said I weren't to have it. "'s the use of you, 'Ponine, dead? 'oo'd look out on the rob then? 'oo'd seal the deals?" That's whhat he said.... I think I would lose my head for this cake.

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