[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

[gevurah]

Wonder where they came from. [ They were kind of cute.

In an odd way. ]

[kneecaptain]

Some world with elves. [ Isn't he brilliant. ]

[gevurah]

Do you mind? [ She hasn't lead the dance yet, just to see what Kaycee's comfortable with. ]

[deservinghell]

Good. Then I hope you're enjoying yourself. I trust every gentleman in this room has already clamored for a dance. [Henry makes an emphatic sweet of his chin back over his shoulder to indicate the crowd.]

[gevurah]

[ Hermione Granger won't stand for this. ]

Vanadi and the Initiative kidnapped some elves for a party?

[shoesfitperfectly]

It's a little-known fact that the Doctor's natural telepathic abilities change with each regeneration. Right now his mind-reading is shite so he doesn't even try but what he can do is peek into various parts of a person's timeline. The sheer amount of temporal energy in this place means he can catch slightly clearer glimpses, and he looks about, in the direction she came from and the direction it looked as though she would go. Hmm.

"Nothing that came up immediately, I don't think. You came from the palace and you're going... out of the grounds entirely, which means you're either running from the concept of a party or..." he pauses, looking both ways again. "...from the concept of going back to Exsilium."

Not that he'd blame her. The sun bothers to come out 'round here.

[hostage]

[Jesse breaks into a wide grin while he watches Haymitch, nodding his head in approval.]

Yes, yes, yes. You feel that? It's good, right?

[shoesfitperfectly]

The Doctor's been wandering about the corridors, awash in the temporal energy of the place and looking a bit... buzzy. Like a tree-hugger in a forest.

He stops once he catches a glimpse of Edward. Blinks. Takes a step toward him. "Are you all right?" he asks, looking a bit worried.

[kneecaptain]

Well. The Initiative kidnapped some elves.

Why d'you think they let us have this party?

[eyecontact]

I'm fine.

[it's a quick and easy sign, and he doesn't miss the beat in giving it. his smile's a little off, given he's chewing on something on one side.

he redirects the question. what about him?]

[gevurah]

Holiday spirit, they want us to think they care about our well-being in some way, an excuse for booze.

[theguideless]

Oh, I... [he blinks.] I tried a little, but...which ones are yours? [he has this strange feeling he ought to have known. which is ridiculous and silly, but there it is.]

[theguideless]

Uh... [he glances about, over his shoulder.] A little, I think. I keep getting...turned around. I don't think I've seen a lot, just...a lot more than once.

[kneecaptain]

You think they're here, maybe?

[ Everyone's wearing masks, after all. Wouldn't be hard to infiltrate. ]

[theguideless]

[squinting as he smiles. king talk before, yes? it's very muted in his memory, if it's truly a memory at all.]

Is...knowing everything a part of it?

[fortissimos]

[ HEY, ROOMIE. Sayaka's in a genuinely good mood, for once, and since living with someone kind of helps with getting used to their appearance, she doesn't hesitate to stroll right over. ]

You made it too, huh? [ She has no idea if parties like this are even a Thing for orcs, but it's good to see him here. ]

[theguideless]

Oh– [not enough time to slip a thank you in there, leaves him a little off-balance.] Yes, she– She's the one who suggested I come. She's singing in there – [he gestures...it's probably not even the right direction, but heck if he knows!] She's really good.

[charming_jerk]

Then get gotta find ya somethin' to play. Maybe we can dig an old Casio keyboard out of the caverns instead of shitty books sometime.

[charming_jerk]

Yeah that don't help, buddy. To me, Exsilium is the future. To someone else, this palace is the future.

[firstroar]

[it's doubt he certainly shares for his own sake – another thing that resonates with him, simply standing there.

he nods once, slow.]

One.

[strategic_guile]

Are you trying to draft me?

[firstroar]

[he pauses.

...huh.]

...Both, perhaps. Though my thoughts were on the drink.

[charming_jerk]

Maybe as a musician, yeah. I haven't met a lot here yet. What, don't like crawlin' around the caverns?

[gevurah]

Why would they leave us unsupervised? [ Sure, the force field prevents anyone from skipping out, but they would have to be pretty damn certain nobody could penetrate it. They can't even get their transporter to function properly. ]

[kneecaptain]

Huh. [ Yeah, Bucky agrees. He just wishes there were a way to smoke them out— you probably don't get an opportunity like this again.

But he can't say this bit out loud. ]