[open] but in your heart is fascination and we're waitin' for you

[implying]

Date & Time: Any time from now to the 7th
Location: The transporter room
Characters: Anyone who wants to help set up for the masquerade party, anyone who wants to wander by and see it happening, any new characters that want to teleport in in the middle of it!
Summary: SETTING UP FOR A SWEET PARTY
Warnings: none expected, but let me know if something terrible happens. 8)

The Initiative has made a few allowances for this little project of Vanadi's: among them, that the entire transporter room, when everything is ready, will be snapped back into 1772. From streamers and other decorations, to party-goers, to carts of food, everything all at once will end up in the Palace of Versailles when the transporter activates. They've mapped out exact coordinates and provided designated areas, it's all very mathematical and precise and tedious.

The short of it is that anyone who has volunteered to help set up the party is welcome to set up in the transporter room instead, and the teleporter will take care of the rest at the appropriate time.

Vanadi can be found anywhere throughout and around the room, masked as always, alternatively giving politely phrased orders and suggestions, and well-timed appreciation and encouragement. He definitely doesn't seem shy of handing out snacks and (alcoholic, of course) drinks as rewards and thank yous. Stragglers will be encouraged to find work for themselves, or (eventually) ever so politely ushered out of the way.

[[ ooc; feel free to tag around/thread hop/threadjack! handwaving is also acceptable, if you said your character will be helping and you don't feel like tagging in, don't sweat it. B) ]]

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[stonewall]

[ A chance to help out and get free food? Consider him sold. Being two meters tall makes Snow an ideal helper for decorating purposes, and with crumbs still around his mouth, he calls down from his position sticking up some colourful streamers. ]

Anyone mind passin' up some more of these?

[imperfect]

[Ed isn't entirely sure how he wound up involved in this - he was just passing by, he was looking for someone - but, well, story of his life. In any case, he happens to be walking past with a handful of streamers in every colour of the rainbow except red, when he hears a shout from... way, way above him. And otherwise pretty close by.

He looks up, frowning slightly. He's standing right here, jerk.]

Not if you're gonna get crumbs on these ones too. [He points. See, this is a legitimate excuse to be irritable that has nothing to do with height, because Ed is a mature and reasonable adult.]

[stonewall]

[ Snow grins, totally oblivious to Ed's irritation. This is probably going to be a common theme here. ]

Hey, don't worry. This is a crumb-free zone. [ He waves towards the streamers he's put up as evidence, ignoring the stray crumbs present. One or two totally don't count. ] So help a guy out. I can put 'em up fine, but all the leanin' back down takes time.

[imperfect]

Yeah? Interesting definition of "free" you got there. [Snow's apparent amiability doesn't do much to help Ed's mood. Goddamnit, streamer guy, he's not so tiny that it's impossible to see where he was pointing in the first place!

But he relents, and holds a few of the streamers out. Also, up. He'll just have to remember not to stand too close.]

Anyway, you sure this side of the room needs more of these? Looks pretty uneven right now, if you ask me.

[stonewall]

[ Whatever, Ed, you're just being picky. Surely people won't mind a few crumbs falling down on them in the middle of a party. ]

Yeah, I see it. I'm headin' over there once this side's done. [ Warning: Snow's definition of 'done' may consist of way more decorations than most people would consider a healthy amount. He takes the streamers from Ed with a grin, pinning up one end. ] So what's your name, kid? Haven't seen you around here before.

[imperfect]

[Paint them white or something and they could even pass as seasonal! Which Ed would consider a damn stupid idea, but it's moot, since he can't reach them anyway. Instead, he folds his arms and eyes the wall critically.] Surprised you'd have time to look. How long did it take to put all of this junk up?

[Yes, he is deliberately refusing to respond to "kid". Gotta stay calm... gotta stay secure in the knowledge that he's taller than he used to be...]

[stonewall]

[ If Ed wants to feel tall in any way, standing next to Mr. Giant is not the best of ideas. ]

Eh, not too long. Guess I work fast. [ Heavy handed he may be, but apparently putting up decorations is his true calling. After attaching the other end and giving it a gentle tug to test stability, he leans down slightly to offer Ed a hand; unperturbed by having to introduce himself first. ] Name's Snow. Snow Villiers.

[imperfect]

Uh... [No, no it is not. And that explains why the handshake he grudgingly gives Snow is about the least enthusiastic possible short of letting his hand just sit in the other guy's palm. (Said hand is also relatively heavy, but that's incidental.)] Edward Elric. Nice to meet you, I guess.

[He looks Snow's efforts over again.] ...By "done" you don't mean "weighed down enough to collapse the whole wall", right? [It's only a slight exaggeration.]