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darling clementine (neattrick) wrote in gooseberry,

Clem, looking for Sy (open to multiple~)
It takes Clementine (who is wearing a dress that she owns, gasp) 30 minutes flat to lose track of her date. This anonymity bullshit is disorienting.

After wandering around the dance floor for a few minutes and making absolutely no headway (she looked at his mask, and she knows that she knows what it looks like, but... there's a lot of masks here and they all start looking the same after awhile), she considers removing her own mask to expedite the process a little bit. But that feels unsportsmanlike, somehow. Not that this masquerade is a game or anything... but isn't everything, a little bit, with her?

Instead she starts making a tentative second loop around the room, intermittently calling out his name, and occasionally grabbing people by the shoulders to gauge their heights in comparison to her. SHE'S GOT THIS UNDER CONTROL, EVERYONE.