[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

[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]