[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

JERICHO: BANQUETLAND: OPEN

[eyecontact]

[this is way more decadent and immense than most anything Jericho's seen, let alone been part of! the decorations he put up seemed far more tame than...

well. this.

he's a little overwhelmed, more than a little unsure of what he ought to do about it all, so he's taken to finding a place to sit and nibble on something.

it's nice to see everyone having a lot of fun, though...]

[biwinning]

[Bro, you know Sollux is going to hit you up for standing quietly together.]

Jericho. Thup.

[eyecontact]

[and Jericho, on his part, is all kinds of about a familiar face in a big, fancy (kind of intimidating) place. he beams when he sees him scooting by, lifting a hand and waving.

it's been a bit of a while, hasn't it? the little bit of pink at his ears might hint he's aware of that.]

[biwinning]

[ It has, and he's aware as well. But Sollux was never a hugely "go-out-of-his-way to hang out with people" kind of person. So he's glad to see Jericho, definitely, but not upset it's been so long.]

Shit party, right?

[eyecontact]

[Jericho's eyebrows lift, blinking. huh? that's not the impression he's gotten at all!

his head starts to tilt, inquiry plain on his face. where's that idea coming from?]

[biwinning]

The guy who threw it- he'th a real douche. Probably thlept with thomeone to get thomething thith fancy. And I can't even find him to thock him one, thince everyone'th in mathk- masks. And he's not wearing his normal one.

[eyecontact]

[Jericho stares for a second to think about this, his mouth eventually tugging in a dubious kind of way.

well, he's certainly not going to say one way or the other if he's actually seen aforementioned "douche..."

he has his sketchbook on his lap, so it's easy to flip a page and start to write:]

You're still mad at him?

[biwinning]

Well... yeah. He jutht...

[His main reason was that he hates Vanadi for dating Equius. Now it's eventually just turned into "I hate Vanadi" despite it being a disproportionate amount of hate for something that doesn't concern him.]

Yeah, I am. Whatever.

Ohai <3

[feel_nevermore]

[Raven has been dragged here by Teijirou and she's wearing that dress and this mask but she still looks as grumpy as always. She signs 'Hi' before adding out loud]

So? Who managed to drag you here?

[At least seeing a friend's face helps.]

HAY GURL

[eyecontact]

[he sits up quite straight when he sees the sign – straighter still when that deadpan is a dead giveaway.

whoa!

Raven...in a dress. he's seen a lot in Exsilium, but this is quite new. and she looks pretty!

...pretty unhappy with it. his smile's a little wincing, but no more welcoming as he stands up to better greet her. as for who? well...

he scratches at his neck, sheepishly pointing to himself. own will and volition!]

^_~

[feel_nevermore]

Oh. Didn't know you were the kind who enjoyed parties. ...But I guess there's nothing wrong with that.

[Raven spots a quieter corner, a few armchairs and a sofa. She gestures for Jericho to follow her and goes to sit on the sofa, taking off her mask and setting it down next to her.]

[eyecontact]

[well...

he figures he'd have to attend a party to determine whether or not he enjoys them. little campfires with mountain locals are one thing, but this...this is quite the other! the post-op gathering at Titans Tower was...party-like? right?

he really has no gauge for these things.

but he is more than pleased to follow and have a seat, shifting to get situated. his question, thankfully, uses simple signs:]

Why are you here?

[feel_nevermore]

[Well Raven has still to live that post-op gathering. So she couldn't tell.

She smirks slightly at his question. She signs back.]

I got tricked.

[eyecontact]

[Jericho gives a pained smile for her sake. poor Raven, she...doesn't much care for these peppy, crowded things, does she?

he gives her shoulder an empathetic pat. surely it won't be a terrible time, right?]

[fitful]

[ OH HEY JERICHO LONG TIME NO SEE this one doesn't even remember your name... did he even get your name? hell if he remembers.

whatever. satero pulls up into the seat next to jericho, bringing most of a tray of appetizers along with him. he's already eaten his way through like half of it because satero doesn't share. ]

You don't look like you're having fun. [ said mildly, stated as a fact. ]

[eyecontact]

[whoa

blink. blinkblink. hey, this guy's still here.

Jericho scooches in his seat out if impulse with this guy plopping himself down, a little unsure. which doesn't help diffuse the observation, really...so he shakes his head a little, trying to smile in some reassuring kind of way. it's fine, really!]

[fitful]

[ satero waits for a response for a while, forgetting that the kid couldn't talk. also, he's distracted by the food he's eating. what is this? shrimp? whatever, it's goddamn delicious

but the continuing silence does, eventually, remind satero that right. jericho's mute. satero looks away from the food back to the kid. ]

Are you waiting for someone? [ a beat ] Is your... are your friends here, or anything? [ squint. he was going to ask about a partner, but he can't tell if jericho's old enough for that sort of thing yet. ]

[eyecontact]

[he stares back, wavering between trying to answer one or the other, because a shake of the head could easily answer both.

handy-dandy notebook, however, is quite on hand! so he can at least write a reply for him:]

There's a few people I know here
I saw them around a little bit ago

[fitful]

[ WORDS? WORDS?? Naw Satero's got this. He cocks his head to one side to read.

Then he looks around the table again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ]

Did they just leave you alone here?

[eyecontact]

[BOING]

[livinuptothename]

[Jason plops himself right down next to him, his own plate of food in hand, which he offers to Joe. You clearly need more fancy things to nibble on.]

Hey, man, wattcha doin' over here by yourself?

[eyecontact]

[oh!

he blinks, quickly glancing from face to plate and back again, his mouth quirking a little with a late thought. he's wearing the same old mask as always, isn't he? hah...

he hesitates to take anything right away, a little preoccupied with the question – to which his smile gets a little shier, shrugging his shoulders up. no real reason!

but taking something small from the plate is quicker than trying to come up with an explanation, so...]

[livinuptothename]

[He is totally wearing the same old mask as always. And don't think he doesn't notice the way that smile shifts, Joe. He never pegged Jericho for being anything like shy, but hey. Different kid, different world. He picks something to munch on from the plate without really looking at it. It's all good, so who cares if it's all fancy looking?

The silence is a comfortable one, but after a few minutes, he breaks it:]

How ya been feeling?

[eyecontact]

I'm fine.

[it's a quick and easy sign, and he doesn't miss the beat in giving it. his smile's a little off, given he's chewing on something on one side.

he redirects the question. what about him?]

[livinuptothename]

We got a night outta Exsillium that doesn't involve blowing people up, so I'm doin' pretty great.