[open] but in your heart is fascination and we're waitin' for you

[implying]

Date & Time: Any time from now to the 7th
Location: The transporter room
Characters: Anyone who wants to help set up for the masquerade party, anyone who wants to wander by and see it happening, any new characters that want to teleport in in the middle of it!
Summary: SETTING UP FOR A SWEET PARTY
Warnings: none expected, but let me know if something terrible happens. 8)

The Initiative has made a few allowances for this little project of Vanadi's: among them, that the entire transporter room, when everything is ready, will be snapped back into 1772. From streamers and other decorations, to party-goers, to carts of food, everything all at once will end up in the Palace of Versailles when the transporter activates. They've mapped out exact coordinates and provided designated areas, it's all very mathematical and precise and tedious.

The short of it is that anyone who has volunteered to help set up the party is welcome to set up in the transporter room instead, and the teleporter will take care of the rest at the appropriate time.

Vanadi can be found anywhere throughout and around the room, masked as always, alternatively giving politely phrased orders and suggestions, and well-timed appreciation and encouragement. He definitely doesn't seem shy of handing out snacks and (alcoholic, of course) drinks as rewards and thank yous. Stragglers will be encouraged to find work for themselves, or (eventually) ever so politely ushered out of the way.

[[ ooc; feel free to tag around/thread hop/threadjack! handwaving is also acceptable, if you said your character will be helping and you don't feel like tagging in, don't sweat it. B) ]]

Comments

[emptysword]

[Considering the fact that 'help' and 'Shirou' are kinda married to each other, it isn't that surprising to see him working all throughout the day, whether it's helping with the decorations or making some snacks for all the helpers around.

In either ways, you can be sure that he's not standing still and being a nuisance.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Saber is nearby to watch over him (as expected), this time surprisingly without her armor or weapon, not that she carried the latter with her so openly. Every so often she'll swing by Shirou to receive payment in the only form she accepted. ]

Please. [ Holding out her hands towards him. ]

[emptysword]

--huh?

[His routine was, as usual, broken as he looked up from his cooking with a slight confusion on his face. Then again, considering how often she'd been popping around the masquerade, it's only normal for him to respond to her query automatically, and the confused face faded away within seconds.]

...Saber, how many times does this one make?

[...Just. Doing a small check.]

[ex_cashcow493]

... Is there a limit now?

[ That's horrifying to think about, but she'll answer his question rather quickly. ] Seven. This would be the seventh time, Shirou.

[emptysword]

No, I'm just asking, that's all.

[...Seventh time, huh. Wow, time certainly did fly by when you're too preoccupied with helping...

At the very least, he's going to hand another over to her; she is doing her part after all.







right?]

[strategic_guile]

So you cook and fix things? Good to know. [Swinging by to snag snacks, yes.]

[emptysword]

Yeah, I do; I don't think I can handle just standing there at the side and not helping the others.

[There's a sheepish smile from him, yeah.]

[strategic_guile]

Just have to help others? [Pops whatever Shirou was making in his mouth.] You can do the most good by making a lot of those.

[Grabs another one]

[emptysword]

[Basically it's just *insert finger food* here, so yeah, totally normal.]

Ah, I'm glad you liked it.

[stoning]

[20-YEAR-OLD GIRL IS TOTALLY GOING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE ALCOHOL HAND OUTS.

of course, she hasn't accepted that reward yet because she hasn't exactly been.......doing much since she just arrived.

she's sitting on the floor blowing up balloons of various colours. no party's complete without some balloons hanging around.]

[strategic_guile]

[Oh, he knows this face, but he was only using the voice option when they spoke. He walks up.] Want some help? You have about 500 left to go.

[eyecontact]

Best not to think too hard on the science of all of this, Jericho figures. Rather...best to just try and consider how best to make completely contradictory colored decorations to mix in without looking too outlandish for a place like Versailles.

...

Actually, best not to think too hard on that, either. Jericho chews on the inside of his cheek as he leans, careful not to rock the stepladder he's on too far as he drapes another pair together as he was told to.

Versailles? He's not even sure he knew what it looked like before the decorations. Something French and fancy...

[mgann]

[Said stepladder might be rocked by a green figure quickly flying by, colored streamers fluttering behind in her wake. Laughter can be heard from her as she guides the decor to a topmost corner of the room.]

How's that?

[eyecontact]

[oh–!

Jericho quickly grabs onto the ladder's handles with surprise, letting his end drop half-pinned. heart in his throat, he whips his head over to gawk at her, this...chipper, green lady.

whoa...]

[chittybang]

Asami might not have a lot of experience with the hands-on side of decoration, but the frequent gala-goer does know what looks good. Her first task is to set up the folded tables on the other side of the room. She tries to pick one up to carry, but it proves just a little too heavy, and thus the awful thudududud echo that ensues as it drags.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

[emptysword]

...Well, he can't say he's unfamiliar with that kind of noise; after all, it had been sort of common in his household when he had to move things along without assistance, still, it'd be better for someone to help the girl rather than leaving her alone, right? Which is why Shirou's going to approach, and without even asking for permission, lifted one of the edge with a little bit of effort.

"Heavy, isn't it?"

[chittybang]

The sudden lightness of the table catches Asami by surprise, and it's welcome. Smiling graciously, she nods her head as she continues to walk.

"Just a little heavier than I anticipated. Thanks for your help. What's your name?"

[emptysword]

"Shirou Emiya, it's nothing, really."

There's a smile from the boy as he continued to follow her to the place the table needed to be placed.

"...They sure did a good job with this place, huh."

Some small talk, but hey, it's better than silence, right?

[kingside]

[Considering the largely indoor nature of the work Lelouch has somehow found himself landed with (he shouldn't have listened to Kallen, should never have listened to Kallen, isn't he supposed to be the commander?), it's only natural that he ends up with a horrible case of cabin fever-- or, well, mind-numbing boredom because sewing only stayed entertaining for so long. In any event, it hadn't taken too long for him to start wandering, and it takes even less time for him to happen across the area where the preparations for the masquerade are already underway. At first glance, things seem to be put together well enough (it's certainly colorful), but the closer Lelouch looks...

It's with a slight frown that he meanders in to make a few adjustments to the decorations already in place, twitching a few items here and over to there to improve the effect. He may or may not be discreetly removing (or entirely redoing) some of the more slapdash attempts as well, and don't tell him but somehow, just somehow, he winds up so absorbed in fixing minor mistakes and thinking up improvements that he's unofficially become part of the team.

... At least the work he's doing is very good? He has an unerring instinct for ~*presentation*~ okay shut up and just let him help.]

[stonewall]

[ A chance to help out and get free food? Consider him sold. Being two meters tall makes Snow an ideal helper for decorating purposes, and with crumbs still around his mouth, he calls down from his position sticking up some colourful streamers. ]

Anyone mind passin' up some more of these?

[imperfect]

[Ed isn't entirely sure how he wound up involved in this - he was just passing by, he was looking for someone - but, well, story of his life. In any case, he happens to be walking past with a handful of streamers in every colour of the rainbow except red, when he hears a shout from... way, way above him. And otherwise pretty close by.

He looks up, frowning slightly. He's standing right here, jerk.]

Not if you're gonna get crumbs on these ones too. [He points. See, this is a legitimate excuse to be irritable that has nothing to do with height, because Ed is a mature and reasonable adult.]

[stonewall]

[ Snow grins, totally oblivious to Ed's irritation. This is probably going to be a common theme here. ]

Hey, don't worry. This is a crumb-free zone. [ He waves towards the streamers he's put up as evidence, ignoring the stray crumbs present. One or two totally don't count. ] So help a guy out. I can put 'em up fine, but all the leanin' back down takes time.

[imperfect]

Yeah? Interesting definition of "free" you got there. [Snow's apparent amiability doesn't do much to help Ed's mood. Goddamnit, streamer guy, he's not so tiny that it's impossible to see where he was pointing in the first place!

But he relents, and holds a few of the streamers out. Also, up. He'll just have to remember not to stand too close.]

Anyway, you sure this side of the room needs more of these? Looks pretty uneven right now, if you ask me.

[stonewall]

[ Whatever, Ed, you're just being picky. Surely people won't mind a few crumbs falling down on them in the middle of a party. ]

Yeah, I see it. I'm headin' over there once this side's done. [ Warning: Snow's definition of 'done' may consist of way more decorations than most people would consider a healthy amount. He takes the streamers from Ed with a grin, pinning up one end. ] So what's your name, kid? Haven't seen you around here before.

[shoesfitperfectly]

Oh, dear.

Someone might want to watch the Doctor. He's poking about around the devices that make the transporter room what it is as opposed to a large empty space or a broom closet. In fact, he even pulls out his sonic screwdriver to loosen the bolts on a panel.

And stops.

And stares at it.

He forgets a lot of things but one thing he DOES remember is what his sonic screwdriver looks like and it does not, to his recollection, have a glowy blue light on it.

He shrugs and points it at the panel anyway and with a sharp buzzing whirrr sound it... pops all the screws off the panel with a very noisy clattering.

Well, then.