[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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medusa | anywhere | open!

[medusalith]

[ All things considered, Medusa finds the tone of this gathering to be at odds with the last two she'd attended in her own world. Crystal's wedding had turned into a full blown war, and Black Bolt's funeral had been a solemn affair in which she said nothing. It was partly out of her continual desire to mourn her husband that she picked a black dress and black mask - solemn against the cheer of the event.

But her face betrayed none of that, head held high as she made her way about the palace. She is there to talk, to make connections, and perhaps find another ally or two amongst the Transports. When not chatting, she can be found off to the side of wherever she is, delicately picking food off a plate held by her hair or sipping on a glass of wine.

It's not that she's incapable of enjoying herself, but for the moment she's doing what comes naturally to her - looking imposing and regal. But she won't turn anyone who wishes to talk away. ]

[painfeels]

[Painwheel is off to the side, away from all the noises and people. Having issues with the way she looks, she isn't feeling all that comfortable right now and would really like for all this to end. Continuing to sit and mope, she notices the red hair and who it belongs to.

She remembered talking to her a while back.

Painwheel doesn't really get up or approach her just yet. Instead she just keeps on watching her and that hair.]

[medusalith]

[ It doesn't take very long for Medusa to clue in that she's being watched, and a short time after that to narrow down who it is. Approaching the other takes slightly more time - a careful planning of words to bring her closer with every new person she talks to until she ends up closing the gap between them herself. ]

May I help you?

[ It's said without any accusatory tone, simply inquiring. ]

[painfeels]

[Darn, spotted already? So much for that. She was tempted, awfully so, to just get up and leave. Maybe run off somewhere.]

It's nothing. I was just watching, yeah.

[Yeah.]

We talked, a while back.

[That tells her a lot.]

[medusalith]

I am afraid that does not narrow it down.

[ There's only a few people she had conversations with over text, but enough that she doesn't feel like making a guess right away. ]

[painfeels]

... Right, I guess it wouldn't.

It's me, Painwheel.

[Bet the name makes a lot more sense now.]

[medusalith]

[ It absolutely does. ]

I was under the opinion you would not be attending. But it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance in person.

[painfeels]

Yeah, same here.

A friend of mine wanted me to go with her, and here I am. But think actually going here was a mistake.

[medusalith]

It is hard not to feel out of place if you are not used to such things.

[ A guess. But she offers a smile regardless. ]

[painfeels]

You're not kidding. I kind of want this to be over already.

[medusalith]

Dreading every moment makes it last longer, or so I have found.

[ Because let's be honest the internal workings of the Kree Empire bore her, and those audiences drag on forever. ]

[painfeels]

You got a better idea? I'm all ears.

[Even if she sounds kind of snippy, Painwheel would like to know because she could definitely use a distraction right about now.]

[medusalith]

Explore the palace? If the entire building is free for us to do as we will then there nothing stopping anyone from wandering about it. Perhaps that will serve to take your mind off of what troubles you.

[painfeels]

Maybe. [It sounded like a good enough idea, at least.] I don't see what the big deal is about this place, though.

[That's because you're not from the same planet...]

[medusalith]

Traditionally, only royalty lived in palaces such as these.

[ Medusa knows very little about the details of human Earth history, but a palace is a palace and she knows most of the world doesn't have them. ]

[painfeels]

Makes sense. Haven't really seen any of those around the place, though.

[medusalith]

It would hardly do for them to come upon any number of individuals who do not belong in this time.

[painfeels]

Yeah, you're right. Whatever would happen probably wouldn't be any good.

[medusalith]

That I could not give you exact details of, but no. I would imagine not.