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Clockwork (clockworkmaster) wrote in clockwork_rp,
@ 2008-06-08 05:53:00

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Masquerade Log
Who: Everyone!
What: The Masquerade
Where: The ballroom
When: 5:00 PM to 5:00 AM
Why: Because it's Clockwork's birthday!
Warnings: Who the heck knows?

The ballroom doors open promptly at 5:00 PM, revealing a lavishly, but tastefully decorated ballroom. A balcony circles the room, lined with tables for the guests, as well as a small grand staircase that leads down from the double doors to the dance floor proper. No band is seen, but music echoes through the room nonetheless, all instrumental but also some very nontraditional pieces. The buffet takes up the opposite wall from doors on the first level, seeming to have something for everyone, but the centerpiece is the cake. Large enough to feed two generous portions to every resident of the building and still have some left over. Flavor dependant on who eats it. It is an exact replica of The Building and its surrounding property. The hands on the Clocktower are set to 12:00 and around the sides of the cake, in the same perfect, flowing calligraphy as the invitations, are written the names of every person that had been brought to the world since those first few characters. The ones that had come through that first summer a year ago written in gold; the ones that had since left in black; the ones that had taken their departing into their own hands in red; and the current residents in silver.

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flying_solo
2008-06-09 09:08 am UTC (link)

Dick wouldn't look at him, couldn't look at him, because if he looked at him he'd remember what they'd been doing to each other the past few days; he'd remember that Bruce apparently didn't trust his word enough to believe it about his own feelings, and all of that just hurt. Besides, it was easier to tell the truth like this if he wasn't looking at Bruce and if he pretended that he was really just Dick Grayson talking to Bruce Wayne about Batman, a completely separate person from both of them.

He still had to keep his voice low, "I always admired him. From that day on. Gotham just wouldn't be the same without him. It'd be worse. A whole lot worse."

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gotham_guardian
2008-06-09 10:12 am UTC (link)

Bruce nodded; he'd always hoped he'd made a difference. He believed he had; if he didn't, he would quit. But he'd made a promise and he did the best he could. "I always thought so." Though he'd also thought that Dick had grown out of admiring him some years ago, decided he'd sacrificed too much, did things the wrong way. It was nice to hear that it wasn't quite that bad. Maybe there was still hope, even if they could hardly look at each other right now.

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flying_solo
2008-06-09 01:17 pm UTC (link)

And that's probably more than enough weird-ass, roundabout bonding for the both of them. As much as Dick wished it could be easier between them sometimes, he also was still feeling bitter enough to welcome the end of that conversation. Besides, he knew better than wish; if things were going to be better between them, then they had a lot of work to do, moreso Batman as far as he was concerned, but at least Dick was willing to admit that he could probably work on being a little less sensitive when it came to the older man.

"Have you seen Barbara?" he asked, tone returning to something more casual, as if they hadn't just had that emotionally draining conversation (which anyone who'd actually listened might actually believe). "I wasn't sure if she'd come or not."

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gotham_guardian
2008-06-10 05:36 am UTC (link)

"She wasn't here yet when I arrived." It was possible she'd arrived when he'd been talking with Dick; their conversation had been distracting enough that he might not have noticed. Maybe. Or perhaps she'd decided she hated balls enough that she still wouldn't attend, or that her costume was an insult. Either way, after their initial talk, mention of Barbara might as well be a big sign telling him to back off. "Go and look for her." Bruce would give him time to leave before turning around and seeing if he could find someone to chat up tonight himself. Sometimes Bruce Wayne felt like more of a burden than it was worth, particularly here, where he had all the responsibilities and none of the perks.

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flying_solo
2008-06-10 06:23 am UTC (link)

Dick took another look out over the crowd, this time with a purpose, looking for that mop of red hair and not immediately seeing it, though granted the ghosts could very well have given her a costume that would cover it up, which would make the search a bit more difficult. He went to leave, to head towards the main staircase so he could get a closer look at the other attendees, but he hesitated beside Bruce, slinging the bow around him again and hesitantly lifting his hand to Bruce's shoulder. "Thanks."

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	gotham_guardian 2008-06-10 10:51 pm UTC (link)
	Bruce nodded, not shaking him off but not turning, either. After the other day, did he really deserve thanks? Even if he did, he didn't want to get in the way of Dick and Barbara. It wasn't as though he needed his company and he wanted him to be happy. If the best way of accomplishing that was staying out of his way, then that's what he'd do. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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