[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

[peaceinchaos]

[ Things Wanda has never expected to see: A god in a zoot suit. She's also enjoying the green and open air, smiling easily and happily as she moves among the flowers and shrubs.]

Hello, m'lord.

[The formality seems appropriate in the lavish setting.]

The gardens are beautiful, aren't they?

[hostage]

Haa, not yet. Scoping it out, you know. On the prowl. Just waiting for the right honey to walk by.

[hostage]

Oh! No, no, no. Don't take it like that. I'm being honest, is what this is.

[aceordisgraced]

Oui ça va! Ça va? [Phoenix realizes that this word can keep a conversation going forever regardless of how much sense it makes after the first two or so times, but it's not like he knows any other French outside of Armstrong's vocab anyway! Excuse his bad pronunciation.]

[payback]

But you're not supposed to have it.

[eyecontact]

[wow, gee, this is...

really strange and kind of unnerving behavior, mister chinfingers. Jericho shrinks a little more, feeling quite flustered by that, his fingers tightening their grip on the trays in-hand.

he. he tries to at least half-grin at that? that it's alright? but man, he feels awful weird about this. it's like stranger danger except he's not a 100% stranger. just like...80%, so it's possible it doesn't count.]

[peaceinchaos]

Music has a way of doing that too people. Well, music and a touch of alcohol.

[She's not sure he can feel her own good mood through their connection, but she does her best to transmit it.]

[raisedbybirds]

Despite quick explanation, Samus tenses and remains steadfast in front of the Doctor, unwilling to move out of the way.

Not once does it cross her mind that this is an unstable situation she probably shouldn't be standing in the middle of. Selflessness is far too ingrained in her, despite the possible threat standing before them.

[realady]

[Hilda's not much of a dancer either.]

I'd rather be home fighting, if that whole Masked deal is true. [They hadn't been there when she was still travelling, so she's hesitant to listen to what that welcomer had said. But the words had seemed well-meaning enough, for new transports.] But I guess I have. Are things always this festive though? The welcome party was really chipper and gave us a lot of food.

[hostage]

Says who?

[spellcastes]

[ Azrael blinks, then, and looks somewhat surprised. That was a much less definitive answer than he'd been expecting. He chuckled regardless, and nodded his head. ]

You seem more displaced than the others here, if you find that polite enough to say.

For example, you are certainly not dancing.

[sharpe]

[ Christ, a fucking dandy. God save Ireland, Patrick will swear. Sharpe looks at him. Gold trim all over him, and that accent that makes Sharpe think of limp-wristed politicians who look down their noses on him and hide in the deepest buildings when any guns go off. It makes him think of Rossendale. Jane would've liked this man, he being all cultured-looking and all.

Sharpe hates him on sight. ]

Oh aye. [ He deepens his accent on purpose, Yorkshire haunting the gardens of Versailles, the two words so mangled it turns out to be a little more than oo-ei. ] You've got yerself a pair of good eyes.

[payback]

[Jesse pls]

Why are you so scared about it otherwise?

[demonbloodblade]

[She nods, a bit entranced by the whole situation.]

I expected you to be here. The music, and all. It suits you.

[breakablegirl]

[Snerk.] I believe you.

But, uh, what is it that you..? Do?

[alwaysforhim]

[He laughs again-- not at Jesse, but simply amused by the way he talks.]

I hope you find her. Anything in particular you're looking for?

[allsongs]

"Kalabar," she says, the word spoken softly, fondly. "Man of far, green land. Long years, much long and far away. A good friend."

She lets her gaze drop to the bubbly drink in-hand, her expression somewhat sobered in spite of it.

"He did sing songs of these like..."

[aceordisgraced]

Would they have been satisfied with just cake though, is the question.

I mean, you have to consider all the other foods they would have wanted to eat.

[allsongs]

It is my happiness. [no mistake there. her smile broadens once more, simply saying so, and lets her eyes close, trusting herself to follow along both in step and song, catching some of the words she'd heard repeated before. foreign still to her, but pleasing to repeat.]

[firstroar]

[the music part he does understand, but...

his eyes open, looking away still, faintly puzzled.]

It is the alcohol, then? Distorting some of the thoughts here... I hadn't been certain.

[rota]

[Oh, she knows how that welcoming party looked, and it's honestly just bull.

She purses her lips though, wondering where she should start explaining the actual situation to a newcomer.] This was organized by another Transport, not by the Initiative itself.

It's December, so expect more festivity [did she even pronounce that right? English always trips her up] for the rest of the month. But for most of the time, we train, and there may be missions that we're forced to accept.

[onblackwings]

[ Khisanth has been slowly learning to dress well. It's kind of an interesting process, really! Humans aren't... bad looking, really, but they're very good at adorning themselves with things to make them look better. So after finding for herself a sleek black dress, low cut and flowing, as well as a matching necklace and bracelet of obsidian, she's feeling pretty set. This party might not actually be a waste of her time after all.

The place is decent, as well. It would be a great place to make a lair, actually, if she just cleared out all the humans first. The humans which, in and of themselves, are looking much better today.

...All except that one. Khisanth stares at Sharpe with a frown, trying to figure out why he hadn't bothered with any of this. He'd look much better if he'd just put some care into it, seriously. ]

[hostage]

What? You mean -

Wait, you really wanna talk about this? 'cause I think a walk is nice. We could just walk. Am I bothering you..?

[theguideless]

Oh, tha– [he flusters a little, smiling a little broader despite it.] I tried, a little. Feferi [made] helped me try...But I've never done anything like that before. It's still...well, everything here's a lot different. [his head ducks a little, sheepish.] I've never been or seen much of anything like this before.

[payback]

Hehe. [His embarrassment is cute.] Well, it seems like he rose to the challenge anyway.