Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

[hiken]

Who: Anyone going to the Corsair Island Masquerade Ball!
Where: ...IDK?
When: April 26th - 27th (Early AM)
What: The Masquerade Ball + Ambush (12am)
Warnings: D for dancing, V for violence, A for Ace, L for Luffy
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Open to anyone attending!

There are going to be two main threads. One for the ball itself and the other for the Ambush! There will be an obligatory third thread for FASHION. Just remember to tag your muse in the subject header and OTA or 'Closed to ???' as you comment.

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[om_nom_namur]

[There's someone giving off an electric charge that wasn't here before, and it catches his attention. The current song ends, so he springs over to the boombox, switches out the pretty little discs, then steps behind the radio so others have room to dance. He hops up to sit on the rail as he scans the ship, moving his head slowly from side to side with his mouth open. There!

He walks up to Codi and immediately drops into a near-kneeling squat. It makes his height less imposing.]

Ain't seen y' 'round before. What's yer name, sweetheart?

[maskedtyrant]

[Codi makes a few noisy pouts of disappointment when Namur leaves the dance floor--he was fun to watch!--but at least now she doesn't have as much competition to worry about. By the time Namur approaches her, she's forgotten about him and is happily gyrating to the current track.]

[It is much more difficult to forget him when he kneels next to her, though. From a distance, he's not so bad--kind of interesting, the way he's so naturally built in spite of the odd combination--but up close, Codi can't help that little inkling of primal fear that makes the hair on the back of her neck bristle. He's so huge! And a fucking shark!]

[Pull it together, Perkins. Apart from the brief skip of her heart and the strain in her smile, Codi manages to recover very well. This is her date, after all.]

Who else would I be? [She grins, full of teeth and mischief.] I'm the prettiest lady here!

[om_nom_namur]

[Hearing her voice was all he needed. Namur smirks at her little jolt of fear. Pass it off as a costume. Riiiiiight.]

Turned out the mask thing wasn't yer style, huh? Sheheheh!

[If only he knew...]

Got anythin' in yer gut yet? A fight's brewin' so now might be yer last chance.

[maskedtyrant]

[If only he knew indeed. Codi can't help but hint at it, just a little bit.]

Oh, I showed up for a few minutes to see what the fuss was about, but--might as well have been in a room full of corpses, you know? No fun at all! But I stayed long enough to grab a couple bites--they had these delightful little shellfish pastries, I must have eaten a dozen of them before I left!...

[She's rambling. Admittedly, part of that is due to nerves, but part of that is just her appreciation for the sound of her own voice. Namur should probably stop that before she gets too ahead of herself.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur does subtle like a sledgehammer, so her hints sail right over his head.]

Sheheheh, well. Think y' got a few dances left in y'? Ain't big on the super formal shit but I've managed t' cut a few rugs here an' there. How's yer swing?

[maskedtyrant]

[Now that's something she likes to hear.] My swing? Oh, I think I've got a few more swings left--and twists, turns, jumps, grinds, twirls...