[open] welcome to the masquerade

[implying]

Date & Time: Friday the 7th, 4pm to midnight.
Location: Palace of Versailles, France, 1772.
Characters: anyone! Even characters not yet accepted as of when this log goes up. 8)
Summary: It's just some fancy masquerade dance with spiked punch.
Warnings: here be pictures, slow connections beware.


Welcome to Versailles.

The decorations are arranged, the food is prepared and laid out, the music has been rehearsed, and... most people have their costumes and masks ready. At precisely 1600, the Transporter machine activates, and a full room of people and all of their decorations, food, musical instruments, and costumes are sent back to 1772. The Palace of Versailles is in the height of its splendor, the weather is perfect and cloudless, and the gardens are in full bloom for the spring.

➣ Explore the Palace

Holy shit look at this, you have the chance to get your grubby little fingers all over history before it even becomes properly history. Do you know how many famous butts sat in all these plush velvet chairs? Or are going to sit in these plush velvet chairs? And they were all probably just talking the hell out of French, too. Wow. Go invade some bedrooms, poke your head into the kitchens (but no more than that, or territorial cooking elves might take offense), just. Touch everything. Everything. Just know that where ever you are, there's no escaping that beautiful music your fellow Transports are inflicting on you, that shit's just echoing all over the place tonight.

➣ Admire the Gardens

Jeez look at this, these people just had way too much money. But you get to benefit from it! You can basically just get yourself lost for hours here, so try not to starve or anything. Meet all the statues, go streaking through the fountains (please don't, no one wants to see that), get lost and desperately burst through cute little trees in your increasingly frantic attempts to find the exit. There's all sorts of fun you can have!

Just don't wander too close to the edge of the grounds, or you'll encounter (run into?) the invisible forcefield set up to keep wandering guests from utterly ruining history. That's probably a good way to get yourself a bloody nose.

➣ Enjoy the Banquet

There's tables and tables of this finger-licking good finery here, and it's all for you. And can you believe how fancy it is? Oh my god, those sausages have adorable little spears through them. And those spoons gently cradling their cheesy goodness? Yeah. They're made of crackers. And don't even get me started on these desserts. This is amazing. You've never eaten this good. And naturally, each drink (some of which are spiked, you're welcome) has adorable little frozen flowers in the ice cubes. Who even comes up with this stuff? Elves, that's who.

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Comments

Ghost | OPEN

[ghostling]

[Ghost originally had no plans to attend this stupid dance. But Lee had mentioned it and she kept thinking about it and eventually she said 'Screw it' and decided to go.

Finding a dress had been rather difficult. Eventually she decided a long flowing dress of pale blue, green, and white. The sleeves were long and completely covered her arms and with a pair of long gloves her arms were completely hidden from view.

This was her first time without her uniform and helmet since her arrival and she felt so ridiculously naked. But no one save for Lee knew what she sounded or looked like beneath is all so she wasn't to worried. Even if the mask she chose didn't hide much.

She doesn't spend long inside, eventually she heads out into the garden to get some fresh air and get away from the bulk of the crowd.]

Re: Ghost | OPEN

[vaudevil]

[Lee arrives late without knowing when the ball is starting. After spending a great deal of time designing and working on the preliminary models for the vortex canon, he had forgotten almost completely that there is such an event.

He quickly showered and dressed in the tuxedo with a simple red domino mask covering his upper face. It wasn't that he didn't have an interest in going, he simply had other matters to attend to.

Seeing the people gathering around, he cranes his neck to look for any familiar face. Once inside, he decides to take a better look around. Seeing no one that he recognizes, he heads out into the garden but not without getting a drink first.

The stemware in his hand is held gently with his fingers that look as if they could snap the delicate glass in two. He leans over the rail to take a sip of the wine.]

[ghostling]

[Ghost has avoided any drinks for obvious reasons. She managed to get some water and it's not left her sight once. She couldn't risk anything altering her mental state. She's only picked at bit of the food here and there. It was good, no doubt about that, but much of it was just too rich for the girl that's used to living on cheap easy meals.

And Lee, Lee's not hard to miss when she finally does spot him. As usual she's nearly silent as she drifts over to lean against the railing beside him. Unlike most ladies that would probably go with some sort of heel for their dress she went with simple ballerina flats.]

Ah, so here y'are.

[vaudevil]

[His head turns to face Ghost with a smile. Lee's silver eyes are bright and certainly not clouded by the effects of the drink just yet. He sipped it slowly instead of guzzling it down like most he's seen in this place.

He straightens up and turns his body to lean in the similar pose as the girl that holds his company.]

Fashionably late, yes. It's not everyday that we get to visit Versailles. It's as grand as I recalled the first time but it feels...fake.

[He wrinkles his nose slightly and twists his hand around.]

[ghostling]

[She flashes a smile of her own.] Probably cuz there's no one but us here.

[She hasn't felt that the place is fake just closed off and like she shouldn't be there. Like none of them shouldn't be there. Despite the excited buzz in the air from the guests something felt very off.]

[vaudevil]

[If he knew what she was thinking about this place, he couldn't agree more. His smile drops with a slight tilt to his head and his other hand touching his chin in thought.]

Hm, I was hoping to meet Marie Antoinette.

[Of course this is sarcasm. He didn't feel like being here and even worse is how he feels off. The atmosphere isn't as it should be.]

Seriously, I have come to realize through research and some interesting conversation that our predicament seems to travel in parallels. This could explain the anomaly why we can't see anyone else. Strange, but interesting.

[ghostling]

[An amused snort can be heard from Ghost as she turns around to look over the railing.]

A shame for you I guess.

[She peers over at him with none brow raised, although even with her rather flimsy mask that's not that easy to see.] M'jus' gonna nod an' pretend I understand what y'jus' said.

[vaudevil]

[There's a wince now. He really has to watch talking over people. He lightly touches his forehead to pull the stray bangs back slightly.]

It's a bad habit.

[ghostling]

[She shrugs. She's used to it because of those back home. She used to just nod and let them babble on because otherwise they'd never stop talking if she got them to explain everything.]

S'okay. Ain' like it doesn' happen all the time back home.

[vaudevil]

[There's a tilt his head just then. He's often intrigued with hearing about the different variants of his world.]

Where is home for you?

[ghostling]

Jus' an alternate Earth well in the past o' this one. [If he wants more details he only needs to ask. But she figures that's enough right there.]

[vaudevil]

Ah, may I ask the year?

[There isn't much he has in common with others here so he has to ask a lot of questions. It's not that much of a stretch, but at least it's something to go off of for now.]

[ghostling]

Twenty-fifteen. It was still summer there.

[Ghost doesn't share much in common with most people here either. Even without asking that much is true. So she simply doesn't bother asking.]

[vaudevil]

Twenty-twelve myself. You're three years ahead of me. Born in China, raised in Japan, educated in America.

[His eyes look back over toward the gardens. It made him miss his home just a bit more. The grand hall reminds him of the home he used to have. He has a feeling that he'll never see it again.]

I'm probably not missed either.

[ghostling]

Born an' raised in America here. In the South if that wasn' evident enough.

[She makes a small noise and shrugs.] Probably not if what I was told is true. No one e'en knows. Which kinda sucks for me. [She's not looking forward to going back to the same moment she was pulled from to get shot again.]

[vaudevil]

Yeah. I just discovered that my adoptive yet estranged family, that had sought fit to cut me off, has another to add to their ranks of lunatics. I'm not looking forward to meeting any of them again.

[He's relatively open about his troubles. It's unlikely that he'll ever see them here.]

Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I think you are more attractive in the dress than in that strange uniform.

[ghostling]

M'family thinks m'dead. Makes things easier. [Technically speaking she's legally dead. Twice over already.

She rolls her eyes and tilts her head as she looks over at him. A smirk plays on her lips.]

Is this the part where y'add that it would look better on y'floor?

[vaudevil]

[He closes his eyes and laughs. He lifts his wine glass to take a sip before he shakes his head.]

I'm shocked that you anticipate that I would say such a thing. Unless, of course, you want it to be.

[ghostling]

[She snorts and rolls her eyes as she looks away. She's rather thankful for the mask and her darker skin hiding the colour rising to her cheeks.]

Naw. But it'd expected. In any case m'goin' right back t' the uniform after this.

[vaudevil]

[He clicks his tongue with a sigh. His eyes glance up as he leans back against the rail.]

A shame. Really. We can't have a moment's peace without being thrust back into war again and me returning to my work. It's never going to end until we have it within our grasp.

Sadly, we are the pawns. Something so simple can be achieved yet it falls on the shoulders of the innovators to make the world better. I doubt even then we'll have true freedom.

[ghostling]

Even just a li'l time like this is enough for me. Ne'er e'en got this much back home.

[She side eyes him then casually swings her hips at him in an attempt to lightly shove him.]

Y'ain' allowed to be pessimistic, that's m'game.

[vaudevil]

[He can't help but smile broadly at that even though it's more of a smirk than a smile.]

Touche. I've been so busy working I lost track of time.

[He polishes off his wine glass and sets it down on the ledge. It could be the wine, or it could be the way she looks that's keeping his interest.]

So, what do you suggest that could lighten my mood? Not that I need much coaxing of course.

[ghostling]

[His smirk managed to get a smile out of her as well as an eyeroll.]

You're askin' the wrong person. M' miss miserable and lonely.

plz don't hit him okay

[fe_male]

[ It's that point in the night where Tony is matching people haphazardly just because it's started to become fun. It just so happens that right now, Ghost and Clint are in the same area. (Whether Clint is in that area because Tony lured him there has little to do with it.) So, given the opportunity, he puts his arm around Clint, sliding him around to face Ghost. ]

Haaaaaaaaaaaave you met Clint?

[swissarmybow]

CONTINUED at the overflow.