[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

[tipsygnostalgia]

I'm not worried, he flips his shit all the time over stuff doesn't he, you just have to wait for it to blow over. He's probably going to be legit pissed though, seeing as he actually hates you and everything..

[painfeels]

Though so.

[a sigh, though she's still keeping the mask on.]

At least one of us actually looks good.

[sacrificar]

Would you ever want to?

[bittertears]

I have to say, having seen more of you in your other appearance, it's a little unusual to me, knowing that you're both the same person.

It was certainly more than I ever thought someone would be capable of.

[painfeels]

[There's just one thing Painwheel can say in response to that. A question, rather.]

So... does this mean we're still friends?

[Please say yes.]

[studieswaitressing]

It's funny, you know -- there's a girl here who looks like this with brown hair -- I think she's the first one to really recognize that my normal self looks pretty close to this body.

[hungover]

I'm sure I'd enjoy turning away all the snobs for the first twenty or so minutes.

After that, though? Probably not.

[woahwoahawkward]

[It's a Masque-day miracle, obviously. They'd better not spoil it by talking too much more.]

I imagine you would be, yes.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Of course we're still friends!

[tipsygnostalgia]

So.. Is there anyone you like then? In a matesprit way?

[raisedbybirds]

[An answer comes after a pause; one she finally decides would be best explained by demonstration. Samus take a step backwards and then curls down into the very same ball that (unintentionally) fell him from the roof top.

She rolls in a small circle before coming out of it, stepping out of the roll as if it were as natural as walking. She doesn't further elaborate, though her stance is decidedly neutral--nothing mocking or instigating, no guilt and no humor about her actions. More curiosity than anything else, wondering how he'll react.]

[musclebeast]

He very well could, but Equius tends to stay away from picking people up unless it's in a fight or something already agreed upon. The whole being able to crush them thing comes with that of course. The tilt he has to have while kissing him isn't bothersome though, he tends to be a little used to it with Sollux considering their heights.

And that fact that it's kind of in public? Just makes it more disgusting and terrible, and well, Equius doesn't mind that at all, well, not in a way that'd stop him from kissing him. The hand tugging at his hair and moving to snarl at his neck stops him for a moment though, wheezing as his lips curl into a smile.

[mentore]

[Ezio is just assuming there are barracks here. He can't say for certain if there are, but it would be unwise if there were no barracks especially in a place as large and grandiose as this one.]

The barracks it is. Perhaps we will get lucky and find something of use.

[priad]

[ Priad pauses as well, as if deciding if to be wrathful or not. Finally, he nods his head, and rumbles a comment. ]

You must have a powerful mass-displacement field. [ He noticed the ball is a lot smaller than she is, rolled up anyway. ]

[symmachy]

[Touch to Scathach generally means pain (not any that she feels herself, of course). She knows exactly what Tali means, and it's... strange to have something in common like that.]

They do. It's because they've always been able to do it, I think.

[ima_something]

Not elves, if that's what you're thinking. Just old beings that have their own agendas. It's not a pleasant one. For anyone concerned.

[ima_something]

That I understand... and yes, here, of all places I don't think armour would go down well. I mean given that they tend to be the decadent side of nobility, not the warrior type.

[selfloyalty]

[She seems to anticipate that potentially happening, so she simply relaxes and is quiet through the rest of the dance until the music slows to a stop in order for the performers to switch and to give the dancers respite.

She then clears her throat, and when he's ended the dance she'll nod and say:]

You did well.

[ladyspitfire]

What exactly did happen when you returned? Did you remember anything of Exsilium or its people? Was there any evidence that this place existed...or will exist?

[speakveryclearly]

[She flashes a little, flustered.]

At least one of us looks like she belongs on this planet, right.

[boughtabookstore]

What do you do, then?

[inafadingcrown]

It did not cross my mind that you might mean other elves. I simply find myself curious about you.

[trustycrowbar]

"That was hardly what I was talking about..."

But it DOES sound more fun than thievery.

[strategic_guile]

"What do you mean it's not? You have an affair with an esteemed archaeologists wife on your quest for information on how to slip in an artifact during a reputable dig and get paid for the discovery." Nods sagely and takes another sip of his drink.

[speakveryclearly]

[She has to think about it for a second but] No. Not here.

There hasn't been for a pretty long time, actually.