[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

[tipsygnostalgia]

It must be pretty hard having four different types to deal with!

[speakveryclearly]

I'm not going to deny that it is, but at the same time it is literally second nature.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Yeah. It's different for all of us I guess. Like my friend Callie? She said that cherubs don't have the normal red type of love, they only have the black kind I guess. Sounds hella tricksy to me.

[speakveryclearly]

[Eyebrow raise.]

That does sound like an unusually difficult emotional balance. I don't even know how humans manage having only flushed...

[tipsygnostalgia]

Eh, I can't answer that, being human and all.

[speakveryclearly]

Ahaha. You've got me there.

[tipsygnostalgia]

[Shrug. She's got nothing else to add on the subject.]

[speakveryclearly]

[A brief awkward silence.]

I think we may be approaching a conversational plateau.

[tipsygnostalgia]

I think so! I don't really have much else to share right now. I'm all gossiped out, how about that.

[speakveryclearly]

There is only so much gossip that can be generated during a few hours' separation.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Yeah. So.. I guess I'll see you later? I'm gonna go find peeps to dance with again!

[speakveryclearly]

Alright!

[SLIGHTLY LESS CREEPILY fades backwards into the party]