[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

[gamora]

Save the universe. Used to, at least.

[boughtabookstore]

Well, that sounds like a tall order.

[gamora]

[ This conversation involves more drinking, and Gamora makes sure to take a more than ample sip from her glass. ]

Everyone else in the galaxy didn't care.

[ So it fell to mass murderers, fuck-ups, and a talking mammal to save it. And even then they still couldn't do it without getting half the team killed.

Thank god for alcohol. ]

[boughtabookstore]

[ That does not seem like a very efficient way of saving the universe, but then Ros lost half her team trying to keep a small portion of the world safe so. ]

An entire galaxy, and it was just you who cared?

[gamora]

They cared eventually, when it started going straight to hell. [ A shrug - Gamora has very low expectations for the universe, everyone in it included. ] But we were the only ones who listened in the beginning.

[ Well maybe listened, since Quill had one of their teammates telepathically nudge them all into joining in the first place. It's hard to tell how much of that was her and what was a suggestion. ]

[boughtabookstore]

Too little too late?

[ She hmms thoughtfully, takes a sip of her drink. ] I take it you succeeded, though.

[gamora]

Well at least until something else comes and tries to kill us off. But it's not my problem anymore.

[boughtabookstore]

Because you're here, or just in general?

[gamora]

In general. Did my time, watched people die, the usual. Not my problem.

[boughtabookstore]

[ A pause, and then Ros just kind of smiles a little sadly and lifts her glass in a salute. ]

I can drink to that.

[gamora]

It's how the universe is.

[ Gamora doesn't return the salute so much as she raises it and downs the rest of her drink. It's getting too close to the things she doesn't talk about - doesn't think about. They're dead, gone, what does it matter? ]

[boughtabookstore]

Quite.

[ and yeah seriously Ros is just about done with any conversations that head to this route because she's finally starting to get over those whole events, thanks. It's only taken her pretty much a year to start. ]

Well, I hope you enjoy the party regardless.

[gamora]

Like I said - free food, free drink.

[ TOPIC CHANGE because real adults don't talk about their problems. except that Gamora lacks any real ability to effectively change conversation topics quick, Ros, help. ]

[boughtabookstore]

[ no Ros is the wrong person to ask for help in conversation topic changes they are not her forte. she'll give it a try though. ]

Have you been to Earth much before?

[gamora]

Twice? No, three times. One was an extended stay.

[boughtabookstore]

How extended?

[gamora]

A year, maybe a few months more.

[boughtabookstore]

And where do you come from, originally?

[gamora]

If it had a name, I don't know it.

[boughtabookstore]

What was it like?

[gamora]

Barren, even before everyone was killed.

[boughtabookstore]

That sounds unfortunate.

[gamora]

Nothing like genocide to brighten up a planet.

[ This she's actually okay talking about. ]

[boughtabookstore]

[ Gamora that doesn't make sense. ]

If you don't mind monotone.

[gamora]

[ Feelings are off-limits, genocide is not. How is that not clear?! Gosh. ]

I'm sure it works for someone.