[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

[fintastic]

How do you like my dress?

[ Too bad, because she's going to ask about it anyway, and she twirls a little just to show it off. ]

I didn't want anything super showy, you know?

[hostage]

Really.

[Jesse walks a half-circle around her just to get a good look at the dress, nodding in approval all the while.]

Yep. You're definitely the prettiest princess here.

[hungover]

[It's at one of the points in the night where she's observing the main room that Haymitch walks over to her. He's seen her a time or two in his own rotations, noted that she isn't doing much more than pecking at the food and that the people here were of little concern to her when there were more interesting things to be seen.

It's an opinion he shares, but he has at least been trying to chit-chat while getting completely plastered. By the time he approaches her, the smell of alcohol is probably following him. Ah, well -- at least he keeps a good distance.]

Carrying that full glass the whole night is a little silly, don't you think? You could at least pour out a bit into a plant.

Re: Shirou Emiya | Open

[have_hat_will_travel]

And then, suddenly, at a nearby seat... A girl wearing a man's suit. Who is, surprisingly, not Saber or anyone else Shirou knows. Same hair color, but shorter, and no way her red eyes could be mistaken for hers.

"Hello there," she said with a grin. "You look like you're waiting for someone."

[strategic_guile]

[They're moving around slowly.] Yeah, just like that. you're doing good. Ready to speed it up?

[selfloyalty]

You will find then that this traveling is not of our usual sort.

[She makes a slight motion as though silently asking Lena to follow her. She doesn't wish to stay by the border for too long.]

Normally we are sent off to fight, not sent off to enjoy ourselves. I would appreciate this moment of downtime for as long as you can.

[spongetastic]

[it's all because of her that Peter's even here here, so of course he's going to find her]

Hey. Can I reserve a dance?

[gofortheoptics]

[Tali hadn't spoken to Scatty much during their mission except for their brief exchange in the cave, but that didn't mean she didn't recognize the woman's flare of red hair or the way she carried herself. She furrowed her brows as she approached, cautious.

Tony hadn't remembered her, after all, so there was no reason for this woman to remember her either. Instead, she settles for a more informal approach.]

I probably should've put more work into finding a unifying theme for my dress. You've got the right idea, I think.

[breakablegirl]

[A pause, and she smiles serenely.] Right.

Okay. Not thinking is good.

[Much more at ease, she moves to go ahead and twirl her new friend.]

This will be such a trainwreck~

[explodewiththerage]

[Somehow he has managed to not get himself into trouble all throughout the party. Food and exploring kept him busy for the most part. Unfortunately he missed the drinking contest or he would have stopped Lucy before it was too late. Drunk Lucy was no stranger to Natsu after that incident at the hotsprings.]

[So then why didn't he feel her coming except the very moment she quite literally draped herself on him from behind.]

L-Lucyyy?!!!

[Hang on. Sniffing...processing...heart rate skyrocketing while the organ itself is losing altitude all the way down to his stomach. Oh hell no.]

You're Drunk!

[studieswaitressing]

[Mystique eventually manages to catch up to Sonic when he's actually standing still for a moment, and grins. It's in one of the hallways filled with elaborate paintings and statues.]

You look like you're having fun.

[strategic_guile]

You're definitely not Katniss, then. [Lip quirk.] I'm Blaine. So who might you be?

[selfloyalty]

Mirrors are rather convincing, aren't they?

[There's a light tone to her voice. She is wondering where the boy's supposed caretaker is, but she figures the man is off moping somewhere else.]

Any reason as to why you are off wandering alone, Martin?

[shelkethetransparent]

Yes but most people here aren't. And the building doesn't seem like it would support...that...

[She trails off as she finally gets her mask on, and then looks over at Feferi again.]

Does this look alright?

[hungover]

[Haymitch has more experience than most watching the way people carry themselves at parties -- noticing when the edges of a smile are a little tighter than they would be if it was genuine, how some of the girls flinched when their 'dates' touched their arms.

He isn't paying close attention to that when he quite literally bumps into Elena, though. Once he catches his balance, he clears his throat.]

--ah. Sorry about that.

[He's not really sorry, though, since he didn't injure her.]

[selfloyalty]

You have a whole palace to explore.

[Kind of just eyeing her.]

Does that not interest you?

[celestial_wizard]

[ Natsu, don't go looking for trouble ;o; ... what is she saying, he lives for it. ]

Ah yeah, and that might still be true, but I haven't found it if that's the case. I've already been in the garden - somewhat. I didn't want to get lost in it, and it's so winding it's like a labyrinth already! [ And she doesn't have Pyxis. Yet. ]

[studieswaitressing]

Uh, no -- and I grew up in a mansion.

[For a fixed meaning of 'grow up', at least. Her formative years hadn't been as easy as saying that made them seem, but she wasn't going to try and bring the mood down when she was having a good time. It was the first time since Charles' departure that she actually felt sort of good, like things might work out.

Once they're on the dance floor, she straightens up.]

I just realized I don't actually know how to 'ballroom' dance. Must've skipped that class.

[have_hat_will_travel]

*The girl spins with a surprising grace. While she's not familiar with this sort of dance, she clearly knows how to move, and responds with a motion to twirl Claire in turn.*

[studieswaitressing]

They're bigger than the ones in the mansion, which is saying a lot.

[She manages a smile.]

And the food's better, too, but I think that was just English cooking for you.

[Not that she has any trace of a British accent...]

[explodewiththerage]

[Exactly. Trouble = fun in Natsu's language~]

Hmmmm I guess that's true. And with a ceiling above us we can't really follow the directions from the sky.

[Frowns before giving a small shudder.]

Maybe we should find Erza too before we decide on anything.

[Keeping her majesty out of the loop would probably cost them their heads especially if they got in trouble and she had to bail them out.]

[studieswaitressing]

[The fact that she has to finish chewing before she speaks to Rika probably lets the girl know that her next words are truthful.]

Amazing. I wish I could cook like this.

[Most of the meals she was good at making were quick, easy, and reliable.]

[studieswaitressing]

[She smirks, offering out her hand.]

Mystique. And no, that's not like -- my 'ball name'.

[Just her super-secret mutant code name.]

[gofortheoptics]

Maybe that explains why they didn't last so long.

That's right, isn't it? My earthly history is a little ... uh, shaky.

[Or basic, really.]

[hungover]

[Most of the people here probably don't really know what they're doing anyway, right? Haymitch wouldn't be so down with just dropping off into a corner either, so Jesse is making the right decision.

Haymitch finishes his drink. Who knows what might happen to it if he doesn't polish it off before this? He'll follow Jesse's lead on how to actually work the pipe, just in case there's some sort of trick.]

I'm not getting any younger, kid.

[And he wasn't planning on living much longer either, if he were honest.]