[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

[speakveryclearly]

Ahaha. You've got me there.

[tipsygnostalgia]

[Shrug. She's got nothing else to add on the subject.]

[speakveryclearly]

[A brief awkward silence.]

I think we may be approaching a conversational plateau.

[symmachy]

I wouldn't doubt it. Humans are slow to accept change, from what I've learned.

[boughtabookstore]

Well, that sounds like a tall order.

[gofortheoptics]

...yeah, I think that's a constant no matter what universe you head to.

[biwinning]

... Offer thtill thtandsth.

[biwinning]

The kissing is hot, and Sollux is definitely a lot warmer under the collar than he was before. He's been intentionally pressing himself closer to Equius as they danced, but it's only know that he's very specifically grinding his hips forward, against Equius'.

Sollux uses his grip on the back of Equius' hair to pull him back an inch, off his mouth, and pants hot air against his lips. "I wathn't all the way kidding about the cockthucking thing you know. I want..." He trails off, but then picks the sentence back up, because he knows Equius likes dirty talk anyway. "I want you to thuck me off. Here."

1/3

[musclebeast]

Wait sorry what was that-?

2/3

[musclebeast]

Dear sweet galloping flying mothergrub.

3/3

[musclebeast]

All movements have come to a STOP and he is not VERY MUCH CLENCHING HIS HANDS DOWN. And there is sweating to be had, yep.

"What?!"

[biwinning]

Somehow Sollux didn't see that coming. Well, he did, but he's also kind of drunk still so he also didn't. He knew that would make Equius flip out but he didn't foresee that having too many negative impacts on him until he had two hands on his hips very much clamping down on his skin and it hurt a whole fucking lot all at once. Sollux gasps and air gets caught in his throat as he's suddenly in a lot of pain. He's quick to use his psionics to shove the other's hands away from him, but there's going to be at least ten shades of bruise on him.

"Fuck, fuck, now you definitely owe me thomething like that..."

[musclebeast]

Two nice big complete hand prints. Equius is kind of in a stunned state as he steps back, eyebrows furrowed, face bright blue and eyes wide. He's a mix of aroused, astonished, and appalled, as well as some grief in there because even if he enjoys hurting Sollux, he enjoys purposely doing it.

"I- apologies, just- oh my stars and garters-"

[biwinning]

Meanwhile, Sollux is having his own moment, as he unbuttons his coat, and starts to lift the shirt to see the hand prints. They're already there, a nasty shade of yellow. "Ah... fuck," he says, as he pokes it, because of course he can't go without inflicting more damage on his already new injuries.

"Yeah, you tho owe me for thith," Sollux complains, moving to lean against the balcony wall, as he starts to undo his shirt. "We can either do thith out here or inthide, pick or I'm picking for uth."

[tipsygnostalgia]

I'm pretty sure it make it worse.

[musclebeast]

"How on Alternia do I owe you?! You- You're execrable! Saying such foalish excremental things in this elegant and public affair. Oh my God." Oh sweet god why is doing this, why is he unbuttoning his shirt, stop it. Equius is literally frozen in place, completely unsure about how to respond because his mind's a complete battle zone about what-

he

wants.

Fu- f-fiddlesticks.

"Sollux, oh my God, s-stop, holy hoofbeasts!" His hands raise a little curled up infront of him slightly before they ball into fists, nervously, watching Sollux while he painfully grinds his teeth.

[tipsygnostalgia]

I think so! I don't really have much else to share right now. I'm all gossiped out, how about that.

[biwinning]

Nope too late, shirt already all the way unbuttoned, and damn it's cold out, honestly. "Fine, we're going inthide. Thith ith probably thomeone'th bedroom, thince it looksth like thith ith a private balcony," he says as he steps towards the door of the house, and uses his psionics to unlock the door before stepping inside. It's a lot warmer in here and Sollux investigates the room a bit, wandering further in and finding the bed.

"And you owe me becauthe you jutht gave me two bruitheth the thize of Alternia'th upper continent when I wath trying to be romantic, that'th why. And don't grind your teeth tho much, it'th not attractive."

[biwinning]

Alright, fine. If you're sure.

[musclebeast]

"I don't give a damn what you find attractive right now-" A swallow, okay no, no that is a lie but dear heavens.

Equius takes a deep breath, watching him, still very much frozen out on the balcony because he's still pretty shocked, but it's slowly dissolving into this weird, despicable, powerful desire to follow after. He feels a chill, licking his lips.

"Wh-where inside..."

[tipsygnostalgia]

I'm sure! Really it won't be that bog of a deal. I'll tell you what went down after I tell him though. Deal?

[biwinning]

Deal.

[biwinning]

"Right here," Sollux says as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and then wrinkling his nose. "Get inthide tho I can shut the door, you're letting all the cold air in."

[tipsygnostalgia]

There we go then!

[Now to actually GO TELL HIM]

[musclebeast]

His hands tighten further, knuckles growing pale.