[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

[alwaysforhim]

Oh, that.

[He wrinkles his nose and pushes his mask up.]

Do these sorts of things happen often, then? Masked balls and such, I mean.

[hostage]

That's messed up.

[Although he could totally buy that this is a game. Sonic's here and everything.]

But I mean like what're you even looking for?

[fintastic]

[ Grinning broadly, Feferi holds out the basket, and nods enthusiastically. ]

Whichever one you want, it is yours to keep!

[ There isn't much variety, unfortunately. Leaving Feferi to the task meant that a lot of them wound up fish-themed, though there are a few plain ones in solid iridescent colors. ]

[ninthserenade]

You're the one who snuck up on me!

_{[So rood, Axel. Demyx gives Axel a look in return, cautiously turning around to pick up a few more pieces, actually distracted to the point where he eats one--shrimp and all.]}

I mean seriously--_{[A glance down at the stick, his brows raised as he offers one out.]} Uh, here. Try this--These guys know how to cook.

_{[Demyx no that's shrimp......]} Anyway, shouldn't you be kinda careful around these guys? I might've been someone who would've actually hurt you or something stupid like that.

[realady]

[Do aliens even have-- No, of course they do. They must.]

I'm Hilda. Nice to meet you. [That's one name.] Are those fins real, or are you just dressed up?

[payback]

I have no idea really. [The endless problem of her life.]

[fintastic]

[ Not at all prepared to get knocked into, and just about to turn and go on her way, Feferi falls flat on her bottom, feet going into the air. She rights herself quickly enough, though, and gets to her feet, dusting herself off. ]

I've survived worse than that! You should be careful, though, especially with so many people around? What if I was mean?

[ She tries to bear her teeth, and while they are pretty sharp and pointy, she's also trying not to laugh and smile at the same time, and not doing a good job of it. ]

[songofvalor]

It could be the same as this place. I have seen people here that speak Orlesian, and yet they call it -- French? Is that right?

And yes, it is very beautiful. Excessive, but most fine things are. Have you seen some of the minstrels perform? The grand walls are made to accommodate such song and music. [ She chuckles knowingly. ] And the ballroom, perfect for dancing.

[trustycrowbar]

Nothing too expensive or well-known of course. The trick here would be to fly under the proverbial radar.

[fintastic]

I'm Feferi!

[ As if to demonstrate before answering, she wiggles her fins, her hands folded neatly in front of her. ]

They are totally real. Maybe I should ask you if you're the alien. I mean, you don't even have any horns. How weird is that?

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar is so engrossed in a passage about arcane polarity that he doesn't hear Axel until it's too late. What sets him off is actually the presence of someone with magic, so close he can almost taste it; it makes the little hairs on his neck stand on end (not that they weren't before). And /then/ the voice in his ears.]

G-get back!

[He flips the book in the direction of the voice, trying to nail Axel in the face. He'll apologize to the book later. It deserves better.]

[fintastic]

Martin!

[ Despite the horns and bright attire, he probably hears her before he sees her, if she's done her job right. She is a fishy ninja. Either way, she pops out of nowhere in one of the hallways and grabs his hand. ]

What are you doing all the way out here? You are missing the party!

[got_it_memorized]

[Target acquired. Axel's known Riku was here for a while now--he checks that list of residents every few days, just in case. He never actually met the kid in Castle Oblivion, but if he's anything like his clone then Axel figures maybe it's best to make a certain kind of first impression. Namely, the kind that impresses upon Riku that while he's not necessarily a threat so long as Riku behaves, he could be. Yes, that sounds like a good plan.

[Creeping up behind the boy, Axel sort of looms over him. ... Actually, he seems a bit taller than he thought he would be: the Replica was definitely shorter than this, but at least a few inches, he's certain. Interesting.

[He's about to just snort a laugh when Riku whirls, but the words register almost too sharply and he actually gives a start instead. Lea. Did he just call him--? ... Wait did he say Keyblade?

[Riku quickly corrects himself (though as an inquiry. How interesting), but it's too late for takebacks. How in the Underworld does Riku know what his name is? More than that, how does he know what his other's name was? Rolling his shoulders back in an attempt to regain whatever poise he lost, Axel tugs his hood back.]

Bingo~ I'm impressed, Riku, I didn't expect my reputation to precede me quite this much.

[Or, you know, at all. Sora was sleeping in a giant egg. Had Naminé talked about him? Curiouser and curiouser...]

[hostage]

First one since I been here. It's kinda nice, right? I mean, I never noticed how hot all the girls are. Like, are you kidding me with some of these dresses. Damn.

[ladyofrivendell]

Oh, it's such a shame that you haven't. In the autumn, the leaves in Lothlorien turn gold rather than fall. And the bark of the trees look like silver. If I had paints for it, I'd make a portrait of it.

[She smiles, quite brightly, at simply thinking of the last time she'd seen the Golden Woods. And already anxious to see it once more.]

Perhaps I will find some when we return. And then you can see it, even if you'll not be able to go there.

[fortissimos]

[ Sayaka blinks for a moment, confused, until she catches on. She can't help grinning, but she manages to hold in a giggle. ]

You think so, huh? I'm not so sure. [ In the background, another song starts up - inspired, she grabs hold of Trucy's arm, tugging her towards the main floor. ] I guess we'll just have to find out while we dance.

[ Yeah, she's feeling pretty swag tonight. Maybe it's something in the air, but she's finally managed to let go of all her problems for at least this one thing. ]

[realady]

[Hilda finds that ten different kinds of cool, honestly. But Feferi has a point; they must look pretty weird to each other.]

Not as weird as you. [She smiles; she's really not trying to be mean here.] You're probably right though. I definitely look weird to you, if you look weird to me. I guess I should apologize for asking you if you were an alien out of the blue, huh?

TE AMO

[flynninomite]

He doesn't make a fuss when she steals the hat, just offers an amused smile. It was cramping his style, frankly - he had to actually slick his hair back minus its usual volume to wear it, which is an actual tragedy in his mind. Besides, it looks better on her.

"Then I guess I'll have to make an exception for the wine. We can't have a lovely lady drinking alone, now, can we?"

And he makes good on that offer, picking up a glass for each of them - or maybe not. "Why don't you load up; we'll take this party somewhere more exciting. You're good looking, but you're not quite good-looking enough for me to be your errand boy and fetch another round before we even get out the door."

Grab as many glasses as your hands will allow and sneak off to who knows where? So incredibly mature. You'd think he'd actually gone to university with cheap habits like that. Speaking of which...

"Actually - maybe it's best if we take a few bottles. Think you're up for a bit of smuggling?"

[got_it_memorized]

--Whoa!

[He snaps his hands up defensively as the kid throws the book at him. Literally. It thwumps firmly against his raised forearms and then flops to the floor, pages splitting open, and Axel lowers his hands to boggle at the darkhaired boy.]

Sheesh, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you. [He drops to a crouch and picks up the book, sort of dusting it off and examining the cover a moment before holding it out to him.] Might wanna get absorbed in your little spellbook in safer company if you're gonna be that oblivious in the process. I was standin' there for a good thirty seconds.

[shelkethetransparent]

[Shelke nods and leans up some so she can peer through the basket, pushing the masks around as she hunts for (and fails to find) the none-fish ones. After a few moments her glowing eyes turn back towards Feferi.]

...Are all of them fish?

[hostage]

If this is a game, too, you think there's special equipment? Like stuff that'll boost our stats? Maybe we should look for chests...

MISERY FOR EVERYONE I GUESS

[ex_bandai157]

"No, I suppose not."

He considers adding on a comment about if they put half as much effort into something like repairing the city - but that's not entirely fair and doesn't really belong here. A palace of glittering gold and mirrors and works of art may be big enough for a transport party, but it's too small for a memory of fresh rubble and the stink of gunpowder and noxious air. It doesn't belong, and it's not like he wants to be poor company anyway.

He notices the way she eyes that glass. "I don't think it's going anywhere."

[fourcenturies]

I'd love that. I'm sure you're a wonderful artist.

[Adam flashed a smile. Alright, so he was laying it on a bit thick, but he had a feeling that the woman would appreciate it.]

But, until then we have Versailles at our disposal. Not a bad arrangement, if I do say so myself.

[tipsygnostalgia]

[It doesn't take her long to notice him wander up to her, Roxy turning to greet him with a huge grin- and a hug.]

Hey Sollux! How are you doing?

[limitstorm]

[ riku takes a sharp step back, thankful he's not near any punch or food items, so he isn't walled off.

for a moment, he thinks about running. it always worked before, right? but this place was full of people. he can't blend in, a shock of silver hair is easy to see anywhere one goes.

... hold on. axel's acting like he doesn't know him at all. his brows furrow. ]

What are you talking about?

[ he should test the waters before letting on too much. ]