[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

[onemoredeath]

[ They did their best with his piano. For that Takegami let them play her for a while before taking over and playing it himself. Of course, with Simmaeri singing, it wasn't long for him to play something a bit more complex than the usual. ]

[allsongs]

[and like conversations before, Simmaeri willingly subdues herself to follow and accent, taking up response in her own way, in her own words. always, though, wrapped tightly in the magic her will imposed upon the night for warmth and happiness.

from one side of the room to the other, she sang her way over to the piano, her eyes crinkled in a smile that pressed her features as she went.

he had been suffering when last she'd seen him. for all she knew, help had come to him and taken care of him quite well. it was good. she was glad for it – for more conversations.]

[onemoredeath]

[ help did come for him in a way, but maybe not the kind of help she might be thinking of. Takegami played a piece after the first one, working his way through emotions that usually he kept from those around him. he may not be normal in the way others were, but he was still human enough to feel sadness and hope and anger.

tonight was songs of longing and of hope, songs of winter tears, and gentle rains. Of course, songs bout longing for a love that no longer existed. ]

[allsongs]

[she drew near, settled on the step before the small stretch of stage for the piano, swaying gently to the sound. she smiles up at Takegami fondly, letting her own voice taper to silence and let the piano overtake, drawn back to moments long gone. old friends and lovers, faraway lands and forgotten kingdoms.]

[onemoredeath]

[ he glanced down as he played, smiling at the expression on her face. it was strange at how his hands - so easy towards killing and crushing and breaking - could play like this and that he can also convey the feelings inside for someone that would just listen. he enjoyed it and often found his thoughts drifting into the sound.

but once he was done, he finished with a flourish and waited, eyes closed for the notes to fade away and reality to return. ]

[allsongs]

Takegami Teijirou.

[she says his name fondly, still very much enamored with the spirit of all this music and occasion. her eyes are a little wet with her own memories, as often they are when she thinks back.]

It is good. You are well...And I am happy.

[onemoredeath]

Simmaeri.

[ he stood up, bowing a little, looking like someone that should belong to these kind of places. he let someone else take control of his piano for now, joining her on the floor. ]

I'm glad that you are happy. I feel better than I have for a long while. Are you enjoying yourself?

[allsongs]

Yes. [as if she even needs to say so.] It is much time gone from when I hear happy music last. It is good change.

[onemoredeath]

Music is one of the few things I miss most about being far from home. This party at least let's it come from all the worlds, and in all it's flavors.

[allsongs]

[BOING]