[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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[glenamored]

She laughs. "Would you believe me if I said that I actually loathe parties? That I was just trying to get away from the hustle and the noise and the delicious hors d'oeuvres?"

Of course he wouldn't, and not just because of how she'd phrased it. Glen shrugs and begins to move, slowly taking meandering steps around the Doctor. "It's the latter. Don't tell anyone."

King Cailan Theirin | Dancing/Food/Gardens | Open!

[ohmygodgreywardens]

[Cailan loved this place. He loved the gardens, and the decorations both inside and outside, and all of the gold trimmings, and really, Ferelden needed to be this classy. It was like being in Orlais, without the benefit of actually being in Orlais. And there were people about having a good time, something that everyone could use, after all of the fighting, and infighting, and everything seemingly like it was all going to get worse.

Maybe it was going to get worse. Perhaps this was the calm before the storm?
He hoped not. Now wasn’t the time to be worried, though. Everyone was having fun, the food was delicious, and you could wear a mask, and any kind of clothing you wanted to. Even if it was simpler clothing then you've ever worn before for any sort of celebration.

And you could also dance with all of the beautiful women about, and that was also a big reason why Cailan was in such a good mood. Tonight was going to be great.]

Balthier | Wandering the halls/various rooms | Open!

[profligates]

[What was the last party Balthier had been to? It was dreadfully difficult to go to one when too many empires were at war with one another, and you ended up on the run because of "kidnapping" a princess everyone presumed was already dead. He was fairly certain that the last one he had went to was in Archades. Probably some well-to-do function that he and Fran had slipped into, both neither bothering to hide who they were, or the fact that they didn’t care who was hosting it. Balthier always thought that when they dropped in, they helped liven the place up a bit. Gave it a bit more shine then it had previously, despite the riches dripping from women’s ears and men's suits.

Parties were the perfect time and place to lift a few riches off of a few people who didn’t really need it anymore. Not that he was going out and giving it to the poor, at the end, but there was something fun about taking it from people who would throw the biggest tantrum for something they didn’t need in the first place. Ah, no. The last party he’d been to was the one in Rabanastre, and really, he hadn’t even stayed, peeking in before going to steal what he and Fran had come for. That didn’t turn out so well, did it? At the very least, he hadn’t been able to wear a few fun pieces and give the place a little bit of flair. He can be found wandering the halls, taking a peek in the bedrooms, the lounges, anywhere with a glass of champagne in hand, and something shiny in the distance. Especially the bedrooms (to which anyone is welcome to join him).]

[gamora]

I'm not most people.

[ Seems like the most obvious answer. ]

[kingside]

[Lelouch is less than certain of just how many of those words had been necessary for Kanaya's explanation, but he lets it go. Far be it from him to throw any stones.]

Really? And why is that?

arm crossing contest.

[biwinning]

Sollux frowns, biting his bottom lip and then crosses his arms. "I wath... going to athk you to dance." He says, and then sways a bit. "But I don't think I even want to thpend that kind of time with you anymore. Fuck me for trying to be romantic, right?"

[kingside]

[Her determination makes him smile, and a thought occurs to him. It's nothing more than whim, but why not?]

I could help you practice, if you like. I don't get enough chances to play shogi anyway.

[biwinning]

Oh. Thanksth, I gueth... Kanaya made it. It'th probably the only reathon I actually look okay.

[biwinning]

I'm sure I'll find a way...

[He sighs, following after her and then quietly flailing for a minute at where to put his hands. Her hips, right? Yeah. Or shoulders? ... If she didn't want him to put his hands on her hips, she would say something, he's sure. ]

Tho we jutht thway here?

could do that all night

[musclebeast]

...Okay he's a little taken aback by that.

"Can you dance?"

[caligulas_aquarium]

Whatewer floats your boat, so.

[He reaches behind him and grabs a handful of the little foodpieces, idly tossing one into his mouth at random intervals as they talk.]

I just came cause someone asked me to come with 'em -[Lies, he totally asked her.]- otherwise I wouldn't a bothered.

[symmachy]

[Alas.]

Right now, I'd think good.

[Not that formal events are really her thing... but she can at least try, right?]

noted

[caligulas_aquarium]

Matesprit, actually.

[AND HE IS SO SMUG ABOUT IT]

That's one hell of a mask though - you musta been seriously lookin' forward to this goin' to all that effort.

[caligulas_aquarium]

Eh, it's nothin' to make a big deal about - though I don't giwe a shit about architecture anyway.

[After all LOWAA's was nothing but huge marble cathedrals as far as they eye could see, crafted to perfection, and yet all he wanted to do was shoot things.]

Why, do you?

[priad]

Perhaps. But here, now, we have a goal before us, and it is significant. I don't intend to relax, not even here.

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Damnit.]

I guess - if I weren't here for hangin' out with you it wouldn't a been worth comin' for that's for sure.

I mean, fuck dancin' with strangers an' most a' these people ain't worth talkin' to.

Plus you would not beliewe what a hassle gettin' this suit actually was, either.

[priad]

I stare at anyone who exceeds a certain level of possible threat. It is simply good practice to keep an eye on them openly, thus letting them know they are watched.

[ He says it without malice in his voice. He's been watching everyone who is armed within the confines of the ball similarly, if she's noticed at all. ]

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Huh.]

Really.

Who?

[caligulas_aquarium]

Eh?

[That does catch his attention - he looks away from his food to examine the banquet table with a confused expression.]

[burnthewitch]

[ "Lucas" was pretty convincing. Maya let him lead her out onto the floor, her ears starting to burn. She honestly wasn't sure if the almost-compliment flattered her or completely embarrassed her. It took her a moment to find her voice so she attempted to put a little more space between them, almost stumbling again. It was getting a little stuffy, wasn't it? ]

Huh? Oh I'm a... [ She trailed off, her eyes focused on his shoulder. ] I guess you could say I'm a treasure hunter. I don't spend a whole lot of my time in dresses and big fancy ballrooms, that's for sure.

[ She was hesitant to let this stranger take the lead at first, feeling a bit on the helpless side. Not being in control of a situation wasn't really her thing. She stole a curious glance at his strange black mask in front of her, hoping to get a better read of his expression to no avail. ]

So how about you? What does Lucas devote his time and energy to?

[tipsygnostalgia]

I'm not letting you push a guy off a balcony. No deal.

[Yes Sollux, hands go on her hips. She waits for him before beginning to make little steps to the music.]

Pretty much! See there isn't really anything to it.

[caligulas_aquarium]

Wasn't your hiwe a palace though.

Are you seriously sayin' it don't compare to this?

[SOMETHING FROM EARTH > ALTERNIA?

PREPOSTEROUS]

[celestial_wizard]

Well yah you can do that but it seems y'll miss out if y'dunno how to swim too.

[ Well to each their own. ]

H-hey, whas your name anyway?

[caligulas_aquarium]

Well I'd hardly expect you not to.

What're you doin' with the food anyhow. You don't actually seem to be eatin' none of it.

Disclaimer: Significant headcanon territory here, take no prisoners etc etc

[speakveryclearly]

[Oh. TALKING. About trolls, even!! That is something Kanaya is somewhat good at. It is something she can do, while keeping up her previous low standard.]

Definitely. [Long before human civilization ever existed from her perspective but she knows Sayaka would not appreciate that and, hey, the girl's being gracious.] Though we probably wouldn't have an opportunity like this until space prom... and that's off planet. So when we're about 8 to 10 - I mean, uhm... [Math is hard. She is silent for a moment. Appreciate the music.] Eighteen to twenty or so years old.

[She seems very willing to keep this up as long as Sayaka likes. It provides her with an illusion of competence.]