[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

[defending]

[ Buffy spots Haymitch and sees the opportunity for some less-than-the-awkwardness-she's-feeling-while-standing-without-people-she-knows chatter and mingling. She feels strange and out of place in Versailles, in such a far gone year, but she looks lovely, at least. The dress isn't perfect. Not what she'd get if she had full shopping ability. But her mask is a different story. So she decides to be social, since she needs a distraction from the whole giant military kidnapping blah blah blah. She seizes the moment and walks up to him with a smile on her lips. ]

You clean up pret-ty well, I've gotta say!

[hungover]

I have more practice at it than you'd think.

[The level of intoxication that he can get to and still be able to properly tie his tie is a little alarming, in fact. He lets out a snort.]

You seem to have the hang of catching peoples' attention with your own dress, at least. You'd have done well during the interview process of the Games.

[Nothing like being able to fake a smile and pretend to be gracious. She's pretty enough to be from the privileged districts, and well-fed enough.]

Enjoying the snooty atmosphere?

[defending]

I feel like there's a story here. Dare I ask?

[ It's kind of impressive and sad all at once, really. Oh, Haymitch. ]

Games? What Games? [ Wat. ] And, um -- thanks. [ She grins, shrugging her shoulders casually. ] It would be better if I had more selection to pick from. But it's... cheery. I like red.

[ Buffy can eat a whole pizza by herself. It's true. Which one day she'll force upon Haymitch and Katniss, by the way. And Peeta. ]

Snooty? You really think so? It's all relaxed, everybody's being nice...

[hungover]

[She can probably also stand to eat a whole pizza with her metabolism. Katniss needs some fattening up, anyway.]

Not so much of a story as you'd think. It was part of my 'obligation to the Capitol' to occasionally show up as the fool for the parties revolving around my District.

[It really isn't something you should've asked, Buffy.]

I forget that some people don't have the Games.