[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

[kingside]

[Poise and eloquence. One was rare enough, but both...

He gives the boy a long look, then heaves an imperceptible sigh. It isn't his business, probably.]

Then I suggest you make the most of it. Who knows when this sort of chance will come again?

[biwinning]

... Yeth. Maybe more than thome.

[kingside]

Really? That's surprising. You seem like you'd at least be decent as a player.

[ino]

Maybe ... but Shikamaru's a genius. He's the type of guy who always thinks, like, twenty steps ahead, you know? So I've never won a game against him.

[theguideless]

[uh-oh. pressure is on!]

O-alright, I'll try. [yipe. but he's smiling anyway, because her bubbliness is quite infectious now that he's not a miserable blob. his shoes squeak a little in a scuff as he picks up the pace to follow her into that swirling mass of people and masks.]

[biwinning]

[If going up is okay, then up they go. Not too close, still at least five ten feet away. Any closer, and the picture wouldn't be able to be seen fully.]

Tho why ith thith tho great?

[priad]

We don't really do fun. Or parties.

[shoesfitperfectly]

When they reach the dance floor they'll find a sprightly Viennese waltz has started. Now for modern people, the waltz is rife with slow, stiff formality but that's merely a product of its original proponents having simply gotten older and older and older. When it was originally devised, the waltz was a giddy whirl, the Viennese even more so.

They start in the classic formal dance position, but once the Doctor's feet start moving, it's clear this is no sedate turn about the dance floor as he steps and whirls and pivots and brings her along for the ride.

[firstroar]

[there's a pause. he pulls his stare away, moving across the walls and down the hall.]

My people and I have lived in a ship most of our lives. It was vast...but not something of this scope. It had the capability to sustain us – the food, air quality...and technology well beyond this point of time.

But we did not have these kinds of events. Not like this. [his head shakes slowly. no.]

[tipsygnostalgia]

[..An eyebrow raises at that.]

Are you sure? I mean if you wanna get drunk I can help you with that but I feel like I'm required to at least give you that shitty lecture everyone gives me. The one I don't listen to.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Since there's alcohol in it! But really it's hard to tell since you're naturally just sort of all over the place anyways, Fef.

[eyecontact]

[hoo, nelly. how to even explain. Jericho figures he'd have to write an essay to even try, but that's a handcramp and a half waiting to happen, let alone a timewaster.

he tilts his head at the painting and thinks about it, trying to come up with a simpler way to make it clear, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

he seems to have a half-formed idea to try, gesturing, sweeping his hand across much of the scene, the human figures in particular, but whatever he's trying to convey – the realism, the grandeur – doesn't...particularly make much sense in a pantomime.

his face gets red, embarrassed, as he sighs, shaking his head. he's got to have a better way to talk about it...something that amazing deserves a better advocate!]

[dusk_and_dawn]

Yes. I could always hunt for food anyway. Although [he frowns slightly] I am not so sure of the state of animals around the city ...

[realady]

It's kind of shy, but I think it'll be okay. Victini's a fan of pretty girls.

[She holds out the Victory Pokémon, who doesn't squirm at being held for once. Mostly because it's nervous; Victinis as a species aren't extraordinarily awesome at being outgoing, but curiousity at Feferi's odd looks takes over.

It wiggles its arms at her. Hold me hold me hold me!]

[fintastic]

[ Once she pulls him onto the dancefloor proper, on the outskirts so as not to be quite in the middle of the fray, she takes both his hands to get them into position, coxing one of them to her waist. ]

Ready?

[breakablegirl]

[Shock turns to smiles. Hey best bro. Hey.]

Wow, you look- [Ahem.] Having a good time?

[fintastic]

Yaay!

[ With no further ado, Feferi grabs Nepeta's hands and drags her out to the dance floor. ]

[fintastic]

Alice! Thank you, I--

[ She recognizes the voice and the face before she fully takes the other girl in, and sort of stops as she looks her dress up and down. ]

Oh! That's very nice!

[biwinning]

...

Look, I've done thith before. Before I wath here, there wath an "ithland vacation" thing at the castle I wath at. I don't remember anything about that week, and thpent a good amount of hoursth vomiting. I got it.

[kneecaptain]

They'd probably taste better if they were bigger.

[fintastic]

[ Okay

Here it comes

Here it...

Look at her, look at those big watery eyes and that little pout! ]

[biwinning]

Yeah, okay, I get it, it'th big. Whatever, it'th not a big deal.

[kingside]

[A name to remember, then, and Lelouch quietly files it away, expression thoughtful. This Shikamaru isn't the current topic, though, so--]

You shouldn't measure yourself against him.

[stoning]

Y'know I probably would.

[As they settle on the bench Kaycee takes advantage of Vanadi's rather small personal bubble, getting in close just because she can and she figures he doesn't mind it in the slightest.]

If I said know would you bend over backwards to try to fix it? [Her grin is still cheeky and she rolls her eyes a little, shucking off one of her shoes in a totally ladylike manner.] Duh, of course I'm having fun. It's fricking Versailles, I'm having a ball.

[theguideless]

[oh, that's–

well, gee. Martin's a little flustered for reasons he's not a hundred percent sure he even gets.

it just seems really weird, this whole juxtaposition. he gawks up at her, which is...well, he's not sure if that's better or worse than gawking at his own hand.]

Uh... [yes? maybe?]