[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

[songofvalor]

[ She giggles and pulls out a small, silver ribbon from her purse. ] Well, if you insist.

Just a mirror? [ She checks the back of her head and it looks so nicely done too! ] If I could do the same thing to my hair, I would need eyes at the back of my head!

[songofvalor]

The pomp? No, not really. The time travel on the other hand... oh yes, very much so. Do you not want to enjoy it while it lasts?

[limitstorm]

[ he thinks, honestly thinks. after Oblivion, it was a few weeks, and then there was that whole year with Sora sleeping... and more months when Sora awoke, to land them to where Axel died. and then, more months, spent in Destiny Islands, until the Mark of Mastery exam was given.

that was at least two years. ]

It's at least two years in the future. Maybe I didn't take track of time, but...

[inafadingcrown]

No harm was done. [And she looks down and...that's unusual. She won't address it, however.]

[songofvalor]

Oh yes, I know the man. He has a curious mind and very twitchy fingers. [ She chuckles. ]

You're sure? Just the one?

[revelation]

It sort of reminds me of something out of a story book that my mom would read to me. ( her voice drifts off slightly, smiling fondly in thought. ) Or something from a dream, because this certainly feels a bit like one.

[totallytrustworthy]

"...you could say that." The change of pace is welcome, though despite an admirable effort on her part, she's already fairly close to being drunk without the heavier hitting stuff. But she's good at keeping secrets, booze or not, so it's a matter of real trust when she licks the heat from her lips and starts talking again.

"Getting her husband murdered, for starters."

[songofvalor]

Why, thank you. You don't look half-bad yourself. [ She's kidding. You look stunning. ]

[ She offers her a gloved hand. ] Now, let us waste no more time with idle talk. The dance floor beckons, yes?

[payback]

[Well, that brings her back. Angrily, at least:]

I am not a coward! You don't know anything about me!

[inafadingcrown]

[Unfortunately, Ino's right. There's no memory there. So she gets the same polite nod and smile as anyone else would.]

My thanks. Yours is lovely also.

[ino]

You think so? [Aww. It's nice to get a compliment from her ;;] It's not my usual style, but I thought it went with the theme.

[got_it_memorized]

[He was more trying to get a closer look at that hat than directly sneaking up on this one, and takes half a step back, hands lifted as if to show he's unarmed. Girls are a little crazy, in his experience, and, well... if he ever snuck up on Larxene he'd be eating voltage in a proverbial heartbeat, so he wants to make sure there's no misunderstandings here. It seems he's not the only person in this place with unexpected abilities, after all.]

Wasn't trying to startle you. [He points at the hat, hands still lifted near his face.] I like the hat.

Detect Thoughts, huh? [That sounds... interesting.] You a mind-reader? [This could get awkward; Axel likes his inner monologue to stay that way.]

[payback]

[She flicks the crystal back into the bag and looks thoughtful. Rin is not well-acquainted with the lingo, but -]

A drug, right?

[kingside]

[That would explain it, and there just might be the faint twitch of another smile. Sentimental as well as inexplicably philosophical? Interesting. Of course, she could just as easily not be, but if there hadn't been room for error, he'd have been bored already.]

And you're not already tired of them? That's good.

[Although, again, ice cubes... but Nunnally would probably have loved it, too. In fact, he knows she would.

He glances away.]

Perhaps I should investigate. If we talk about food for much longer, I may end up eating my mask.

[payback]

[Empty nothings are okay SOMETIMES. She snitches up one of the crackers and eats it in a bite anyhow, chewing slowly enough to enjoy the flavor. Though she's no gourmet...]

Um, I don't really know the difference between cheeses... but it's good!

Did you help make?

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[glenamored]

[ What is even the purpose of this? It's been a week and Glen feels no wiser or better-informed about, well... anything. If it's not a Cheer Day mingle, it's what is apparently a trip over a millennium into the past.

This world, though... this palace feels more familiar, more like home, than Exsilium itself. She'd attended a few balls in her day, but none took place anywhere as spectacular as this. The only thing she found lacking were electric lights. And really, who needed them? She'd lived without most of her life.

This is how Glen starts to think about how in all the filthiest mucking hells she's going to figure out a way to stay here instead of travelling back with the rest of the party to Exsilium. If they're going to waste time and resources on a trip like this, they should expect to lose a Transport or two in transition.

She sets off away from the crowd, at first slowly, and then gradually picking up speed, running away...

At least, until she crashes straight into another Transport. ]

[demonbloodblade]

[Back in Exsilium this wouldn't have worked. Her sword would protect her completely from the song, from the call - not out of hostility, or out of anger, but because one of the blade's powers is to make sure her will is always her own.

But the sword is hundreds of miles - and more than a thousand years - away, and the connection is... if not gone, then Chainbreaker's powers are so restricted as to be meaningless. And Meliantha's resistance to such things is no greater than anyone else...

And so she turns, moving towards Simmaeri, touched by the song....]

[ino]

I could never be tired of them.

[There's something behind that statement that gives the impression that she hasn't been home in a very long time. Just a tiny hint of nostalgia and longing. That sentimental comment isn't too far off the mark, after all.

But it's quickly pushed aside as she laughs at his mask comment.]

Well, don't let me keep you. I wouldn't want them to run out before you get there.

[fourscience]

No compliments yet! You are the first! [She isn't letting him get away with just those brief kisses, she wants a proper greeting. So she grabs his chin with one hand, keeping him in place so she can kiss him squarely on the lips, lingering for a few moments.

But she lets him go eventually, standing with just her hands on his shoulders.]

I always enjoy myself, Vanadi. But I am extremely impressed!

[deadelfwalking]

It means that I must simply restrain myself.

[no problem, right? Right. He winces.]

[inafadingcrown]

[A little chuckle] I am too accustomed to wild things, I suppose. Controlled as Loríen may be, it is a forest still.

[deadelfwalking]

[he kneels down to get a better look at her, still smiling as best he can.]

Aye, it reminds me of my homeland. We had events like this with some frequency, held on estates of similar grandeur.

[deadelfwalking]

[grinds his teeth.]

I have far too many mothers in this place.

[deadelfwalking]

[he puts a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Whoa, girl.]

Come again?

[deadelfwalking]

[ah, Martin. He smiles weakly back at the boy, just as unsure.]

I hope you're enjoying yourself, child.