[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]

Well, we can't have that, can we?

[ Leliana offers a hand. ]

Re: Vanadi | ANOTHER ONE FOR ANYWHERE | open!

[demonbloodblade]

[And Meliantha is almost kind of floating, her typically dour expression one of someone who's either been drugged with something really, REALLY good, or had their mind opened in a way they didn't expect (or, you know, both at the same time).]

Good evening, isn't it?

[Her face is almost built for dour, which means the expression is almost a little disturbing.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Ah, shit. Way to let your drink go to your head, Chloe.

She hadn't considered that he'd want to pry for details. Usually most people tend to offer condolences and...well...move on.

"Someone who wasn't very fond of her ex." Which tends to be the general idea behind murder, anyway. "Don't worry, it's all been dealt with aside from helping her get through the worst of it."

Re: snow | anywhere | open!

[demonbloodblade]

[Meliantha is a natural wallflower. Normally. But she just had a mind-altering experience. And now she would like something to eat.]

It is. It is indeed.

[She picks up a plate, and takes a few things at random to put on it, and then looks at the drinks.

Have you tried any of them? I have no idea what most of those drinks are and I do not think trying them all would be a good idea.

Re: Kaycee | banquet | ALSO OPEN

[demonbloodblade]

[Meliantha blinks a bit at Kaycee.]

The place settings are edible?

[She eyes the plate she's holding a bit dubiously. She also looks mildly stoned and/or a little drunk.]

[celestial_wizard]

[ Who needs points? Points are totally overrated. ]

Drinking! [ Mutters the groggy drunken stellar mage. ]

M-maybe she went to get some food. I didn' see her on the way over.

[songofvalor]

Not much for social gatherings, I take it?

Re: johnny / open / anywhere

[demonbloodblade]

[Meliantha nods.]

It's no Zhentish dinner-orgy, thankfully. It's far, far more pleasant than either of the balls I've been too.

[totallytrustworthy]

"To hell with it." The heels are unceremoniously kicked off at the edge of the terrace; she loops an arm around his regardless, her other still cradling the haul like precious cargo. Tonight it might as well be.

The whole thing is absurd and she knows it. Doesn't so much as bother to question what he's planning. Considering where he's leading her, it all seems fairly straightforward: Find a nice, peaceful spot under the moonlit sky to get absolutely hammered, laugh in the face of everything about this horrid evening. The sort of defiance that sits just fine with her at the moment.

[explodewiththerage]

[This coming from the writer girl.]

[And his heart feels like Gray just put it in a block of ice as his worst fears are confirmed.]

That contest...was a drinking contest?

[Excuse the trembling in his voice.]

3.5 fistbump!

[demonbloodblade]

[Succubus, meet demon-blood. Very obviously demon-blood. Who is wearing a dress and mask and wandering about after having her mind opened a bit, leaving her a bit spacy. She pauses.]

Very nice suit.

[foolish_seal]

I forget my French history, but it does seem around that time.

For the most part, yeah. Not entirely sure what to think of it, though.

[foolish_seal]

I'm pretty sure that most of the guests here could hold their own if things got out of hand.

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette grins, having watched his face with a sort of amused fascination. )

But now you see it, don't you? He's super-chubby! Or she, it's hard to tell. I wonder if that was painted with a reference.

lmfao

[hostage]

[Well, Jesse's scrutinizing her expression enough to notice. Which encourages him. But as annoyed as she looks, she hasn't outright told him to fuck off - which is as good as an invitation to join her, as far as Jesse's concerned. He takes a sip from his drink and edges closer.]

I'm Jesse. I know I've seen you around, but I don't think I ever caught your name.

[songofvalor]

[ She considers this. She sounds like her friend Elissa, who probably would've went to the party in full armor if not for Leliana's insistence. ]

That is an admirable stance. I don't think I could ever be that selfless.

they are clearly bffs from the start

[sharpe]

[ She's using a whole lot of words that he's never really heard before. 'Law Officers'. 'Defense Attorney'. But the crux of it is simple enough: he's somehow managed to mistake a lawyer for a whore. Sharpe has a multitude of jokes on the tip of his tongue, for lawyers sell their words not quite so differently from the way whores sell their bodies, but he holds it and does not speak.

He chuckles instead. ]

I ain't no gentleman, ma'am. [ He nods towards her. ] Major Richard Sharpe, retired of Wellington's army. [ Somehow he feels that Wellington's name might be important here. ] Most women I know don't wear clothes like that, ma'am, if they didn't want ta be seen ta be wh- women of disrepute.

[ The minor trip is rather obvious, and honestly, he's not very good at speaking politely. Suddenly, he wonders about that woman with the golden eyes. He'd thought her a mistress. Is she?

Such an odd place. When they told him he's brought here to fight a war, he hadn't thought he'll be talking to female lawyers around. He shrugs slightly. ]

I haven't been told there's lawyers or even law 'round here.

[ Maybe it's just laywers who dress like that. Though, somehow he doubts it. ]

[neveraskedforthis]

[ And of course, Adam's likely to notice when someone's following him. He also notices that this occurs when he's close to the barrier, so it's got to be one of the security people...

Oh, why does he feel like he knows who it is. He'll keep that up for a while, pretending like he isn't aware of Samus, subtly changing direction to head near the huge, pretty fountains.

And then he just ~vanishes~. Thanks, cloak. WHAT MIGHT HE BE PLANNING ... ]

[neveraskedforthis]

[ ... Yeah, offering a guy who gets drunk on so much as one glass of alcohol seems like a good idea, but Adam isn't going to decline the offer if she went all the way to bring him a glass. ]

Do I really.

[ He takes it, giving an acknowleding little nod, though he doesn't take a sip immediately. What if it's spiked... ]

[ohhdeer]

[ the voice startles him so badly he nearly jumps out of his skin, his immediate instinct--as always--to bolt. he manages to get it under control, though (after a lifetime spent dealing with it), and glances up with wide, startled golden eyes.

for a few heartbeats, he can't respond, heart hammering in his chest. finally, though, the words register, and he blinks, puzzled by the question. ]

F-Faerie? I-- No, I'm.. not a faerie. I do grow things, though.

[ he rises from the bench he's seated on, hands clasping, feeling a little awkward and not entirely sure what to say. (he misses having people around who are familiar with him and know how to deal with him.) ]

Um, I'm-- I'm Asa.

[neveraskedforthis]

[ ... Sometimes Adam has to wonder if armors of that kind aren't just a little bit inconvenient more than occasionally. Well, each to their own. ]

Not enjoying the party, I take it.

[whatsupcroc]

I want to know how many didn't get bruised or worse falling out of them! Geez, just imagining...

( Collette chuckles. )

Some of them are so narrow too. I wonder if it's the same on the other level.

[fortissimos]

[ Normally, Kyouko is one of the most obvious people she knows, but tonight is apparently different. It helps that Sayaka only catches a glimpse of her from behind, at first; resulting in the impression of someone just browsing the tables, not blatantly stuffing their face.

The combination of flattering dress and freshly brushed hair help to obscure her identity - so much so that Sayaka finds herself wondering just how she's never seen this girl around before. She's hardly the type to avoid conversation with someone, even a stranger, but instead she gets a little too caught up in her staring, not realizing that the crowd between them is far less thick than it was a moment ago. ]

[sacrificar]

[This guy again. They had to stop meeting like at. In any case, Halibel doesn't really respond right way. It's not the sort of environment she's used to, much less prefers.]

It's unnecessary.

[Like her mask? Made it herself. Sort of.]

[sacrificar]

[Halibel only really stops by the banquet to have a look at the kind of food that's being served. Nothing available really suited her tastes, and eating like a human was pretty much out of the question considering her mask.

She notices a familiar face, and turns to face him.]

You're here as well?

[It's easy to recognize the guy just by his horns alone.]