[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

[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...]

[strategic_guile]

There are enough bars, so yeah. I say go for it. Playing by yourself only goes so far.

[He shrugs.] Someone found one in the outlands, but I don't know if they managed to get it brought here. I haven't asked about it since then and that was at least a month ago. Jacquese was asking about one for this party, but I don't know if he actually found one either.

[strategic_guile]

Something else to practice and plenty of time to do it. I'd like to see more of it.

[demonbloodblade]

Part-demon. And a little elf. But mostly human.

[She takes another hors d'oeuvre, bites into it.]

I think it is telling how relaxed I am that I'm not offended by that. Normally I would be. [Blinks, smiles a little bit.] I think I like feeling this way.

[kneecaptain]

It's probably not poison.

[demonbloodblade]

I am usually a person of dour countenance - I travelled with someone who said that about me.

So I thought that, for a few moments, those of us that grumble at the world could find a bit of unity in grumbling at the world in the same location.

[She raises her glass a bit in a small toast.]

[peaceinchaos]

[It's nice to know some things are the same no matter what universe or time she's in. There is a party and Tony Stark is in the middle of it, all is right with the world.]

Are you really trying to set up your teammate with everyone?

[Gossiping about Clint Barton and sex, it's like being back in the Avengers Mansion.]

Ed Elric | everywhere except the dance floor | open!

[imperfect]

[He's heard about Versailles before - heard entirely too damn much about Versailles, honestly. As sceptical as he'd been of the idea, though, Ed has to admit the change of scenery is welcome. The 18th century is still pretty far from what he's familiar with even on Earth, but it's closer, and somehow that's a little comforting. Plus, he's a scientist faced with something new to him - what else is there to do but explore as much as he can while he has the chance? Leave all of the dancers to make idiots of themselves, get some fresh air, maybe run into a few likeminded people... it's an appealing prospect.

That was the plan, anyway. A short while later, he's gone back to skulking around the various corridors and side rooms indoors, nursing an even surlier expression than normal and a highly visible bruise in the middle of his forehead. Which he can't even cover up with a mask, because he doesn't have one - he didn't care enough about this party to dress up beforehand. (Besides, waistcoats are kind of appropriate for a setting like this, right? Even slightly grubby ones? At least he's not in a t-shirt.)

Currently, he's eyeing every person who walks past as if judging them for having more fun than he is. It may or may not be a good idea to call him out on this.]

[peaceinchaos]

The alcohol or... [She gestures slightly, as if to encompass the entirety of Versailles.]

[celestial_wizard]

[ She hadn't planned on it! Darn spiked punch ;o; ]

Haha~! I'm hahaving a great time! [ Because everything was just SUPER. ]

Heeey, hey, hey, hey --hey! Have you seen a... um...wassit called... [ She holds up her hand over her head, mentally flailing for words.

[celestial_wizard]

Aah, you can't? That's bad that's really really really *hic* .. pfff, that's really bad! You-you gotta learnta swim! What if - what if you gotta go to the beach?

[celestial_wizard]

[ Oooh, strong handshake. She doesn't mind the crumbs because what are a few crumbs, really! ]

About two months -- wait, Snow? [ And a grin. ] Aha! Erza mentioned you - you're her roommate, right?

[solitaire]

_{( He pulls his mask up a bit so his face is more visible. )}

It's Remy. Most a the time, anyway.

[gamora]

Very funny, Stark. [ A shrug. ] I don't make a habit of showing up at fancy parties.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Hehe.

[Smirking at him slightly, she reaches and and places her hand in his.]

Yes please~!

[latkje]

I'll enjoy the view.

[priad]

"Yes. I'm interested in how such a place could be constructed in such an utterly indefensible way."

He looks quite shocked, really.

[draconic_historian]

"Well, yes, I don't think the architects had resisting siege in mind when designing it. There's so much more to it than that, though. The use of space and light and color are amazing!"

[fourscience]

Oh- no, no. That is a human greeting that I have picked up! I know you are not human, of course! But- [She gestures towards the walls, indicating their surroundings.] I felt it was appropriate for the setting!

[medusalith]

We were both tied up with our own obligations when we were away from Attilan. [ But it is very nice yes to see it while not having to do any of the work ] Do you miss your days among the Fantastic Four?

[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?

[fourscience]

I am appreciating it as much as I am able! I regret I will not be able to explore this place fully. [She looks around the room, then back at Blaine, still smiling toothily, but admittedly it would take a lot to wipe that off her face.] Ah, yes! I also remember that you are a charming individual. You enjoy flattery!

[livinuptothename]

Okay, fine, it's probably not poison, but a lot more people would probably be keeling over right now if it was.

[priad]

I... suppose they both have their places.

[ He seems hesitant to say more on that. Perhaps because he's not quite sure of what to say. ]

This place... it seems rather open to attack. A strange choice for a party.

[godotblend]

[Though an excuse to socialize can't do a freshly minted convict a bit of harm, Diego's bitter heart isn't in the party like it might have been once upon a time.

But he is a man of habit, and in keeping with tradition, he shows up dripping class in his white tux. An astonishing lack of coffee mug on his person doesn't exclude the possibility of a hot canteen in his breast pocket, but he hasn't laid a hand on it so far.

The dress Mia's chosen is itself less conspicuous in the crowd than the alluring blend of Mia in the dress. His eyes are drawn to her right away, in fact, when he broaches the throng of Transports at the tables.

He maneuvers himself in behind her.]

No bathrobe? You're going to break my heart, Kitten.