[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

[breakablegirl]

[Claire loves compliments. Praise is something that goes straight to her heart and swells up her ever confused ego. Yes. Praise and approval are very good things.] It's a mostly harmless con. [AS OPPOSED TO THE ONES WHERE SHE SCARS THEM FOR LIFE WITH PRETENDING TO DIE. Sorry bitchy cheerleader girl at her last high school.

But now he's.. Oh.

She grins, biting her bottom lip and glancing away a little shyly. Yeah okay that might also be a little bit of blush on her cheeks.] Good. That's, uh.. Really good.

I've been doing a lot of trying to get my uncle to break out of his shell a little. [A quick glance back at the door, then she's finally looking at him again.]

[got_it_memorized]

A spell, huh? [Man, that would be convenient. He grins a bit then as she continues--ahh, but you already did admit it, in a manner of speaking. You said it took concentration, at least, and now he's intrigued.] Man, wish I had somethin' like that back home; it would'a come in pretty handy.

[hostage]

That's kinda the best place to do it. I mean, like, at a party.

[miiracles]

Yay! Thank you very much.

[ She gladly takes that glass with a small bit of wine her hands. And asking everyone for a sip may have been just what she was thinking of doing. There goes her plan!

But she smiles back anyway. ]

I won't. I'll be good.

[ Until she can think of some other sneaky way to get some wine... ]

It's all right, I moved my tag.

[shoesfitperfectly]

The psychic blast sends the Doctor sprawling, and when Blue comes back to his senses he'll see the Time Lord flat on his back and wheezing for breath. He's trying so hard to keep that energy locked away and is, for the most part, succeeding. For now.

He looks blearily at the newcomer.

[ex_bandai157]

He raises his eyebrows a little at the unspoken offer, but he sits down after only a brief pause, letting the wine swirl in his glass before going for another sip.

"It's certainly much better than the selection we have in Exsilium."

Which he hasn't had much luck with. He's not much of a drinker, and it wasn't hard to forgo the odd nightly glass - for sleep, he'd maybe claim, not that it really helped much in more recent nights anyway - but going without was still something to get used to. It seems like there's always been some distraction or other to keep him from looking more closely, anyway.

It's something of a non sequitur, but it feels wrong not to add, "You look beautiful tonight."

[implying]

[ Oh. Obscure reference or not, it makes him straighten and pass a quick hand over his lips to check for glitter. Oops. But that only gets a laugh, and he whirls to claim the handles at the back of her chair. ]

Alright, my dear — where to? Shall we claim front and center?

[implying]

Ah— usually, I would have. [ He's slightly embarrassed not to have helped with any of this, actually. ] But there were... a number of other things that needed seeing to, and so I assigned Adrasteius the task of overseeing it all.

[realady]

[She's met an astounding amount of sharp observers here already, but she's still a little surprised when Feferi pays attention to her bag. Pokemon are easier shown than explained, so Hilda unlatches it and lifts out a ridiculously cute critter. It settles in her arms as she explains.]

This is one. Not all of them are as cute as this little guy, but they're all intensely loyal to the trainers that befriend them.

[Victini squeaks like a dog toy, and Hilda snorts. Very ladylike.]

This one's Victini.

[failtsuninari]

[For Tenjou, seeing someone wear a kimono definitely brought back memories from home. He spots her in the garden and goes up to her. Of course, he wants to check how his roommate was doing.]

Wow, you look great, Yuna. Are you enjoying the party so far?

[hostage]

[Her uncle. That's something Jesse would normally be interested in learning more about, but he doesn't care right now. He doesn't look away when she does. In fact, he's staring a bit intensely.]

So what're you up to now that you're done with, um, all that?

[lovesgod]

He taps his lightly against her own, taking a sip of it. It took a little practice to eat with a beak on, but he's now gotten pretty good at it to not look like a total idiot. That's a big plus. He turns to look out the window for a few seconds, eying up the other transports and the gloriou place that they're in.

He takes another sip of the champagne and turns back to her. "Did your song have a name or a story? Or were you just.... going, I guess? I was listening for a little."

[firstroar]

Blue's barely has time to frame this person, this...carrier of that terrible notion before an external will imposes itself upon him, honed in on him – a supposed source of threat. His chest tightens, all too familiar with this danger, and his glow lit anew as he braced himself, his breath caught and lost.

Escape, he thinks right away. Instinct. Humans have come to destroy him again. But that's...No. No...

"Don't," he utters, his body hunched forward, shrinking. This isn't what he wants. "Please."

I won't harm anyone, he said – the thought passed to all near him. Pleading.

[have_hat_will_travel]

It can be, yeah.

But on the other hand, it's far from perfect.

[gamora]

I say this place is worth more than the rest of the planet.

[ Look at how unimpressed she is about it. And even if the food is supposed to be fancy and dainty, Gamora certainly isn't eating it like it is. ]

Who the flark thought flowers in drinks was a good idea anyway?

[implying]

Well, you may consider one of the mass exceptionally pleased!

[ One last appreciative smile, and he glances around, hoping to catch sight of a bench. He spots one, and nods toward it. ]

Shall we take this to more of a leisurely recline? Not that standing before a fountain isn't perfectly romantic, of course.

[foolish_seal]

Ah, I see. Guess it makes sense, but it's a bit odd that a party would have security.

[fe_male]

You know, I've actually heard of that. I mean, beyond where it's New York.

[symmachy]

[Sadly, she does not recognize Tali. But she smiles anyway, though without showing her teeth. This woman doesn't seem threatening, is just trying to be friendly. It's the polite response.]

Thank you. I might have an unfair advantage, though--I've been to more than a few of these.

[charming_jerk]

I-- [...POINT TAKEN. But now he's embarrassed and is going to break away from the dance.] W-We're done, here.

[He's going to march is ass back over to the drinks table and grab the first thing he can see. Johnny is the most mature.]

[implying]

[ He worries for, like, .3 seconds about someone related to Sollux or Equius catching sight of that kiss — and then he's over it. If need be, he'll insist it's cultural for Nananea. And in the meantime he's perfectly happy to enjoy it, looking decidedly pleased when they pull back again. His arms fall to a more relaxed hold about her waist, and stay there. ]

I am too, truth be told! I'd had only old pictures of this venue to work from, and it's really exceded all expectations. I'll admit, humans have quite impressed me tonight!

[allsongs]

[pleased, Simmaeri draws her along, eventually giving the girl her own pace if she so wished, simply content to move with the flow of others and the sound enveloping the room.

in this enamored, dreamlike way, it takes her time to even think to consider, let alone recognize who she's just carried off with her, and there's just the faintest notion of delighted surprise when the thought does strike:]

Meliantha. [the child of monsters. she remembers. well!]

[breakablegirl]

[Well hello intense stare. What is this Jesse.]

...Um. Nothing planned. [Slightly nervous smile.] Why?

[fe_male]

[ okay anyone who ever approaches you like that is instantly kind of sketchy in his opinion JUST SAYING ]

It is. And you would be...?

[implying]

Well, I'll grant you that it's certainly beautiful out here.

[ And if he's sure this guy is happier outside than inside he'll allow it, but... he still has some convincing to go. ]

There isn't much to speak of in the way of snack tables out here, however.