[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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[musclebeast]

His hands tighten further, knuckles growing pale.

[biwinning]

Sollux watches.

How's it feel to be watched now, asshole?

[musclebeast]

Fantastic.

But he can't get himself to move at all, it's... exhilarating, but hardly productive.

[biwinning]

"Fine," Sollux says suddenly. "You don't want to." Which really just hurts because he thought he at least could get Equius to do this for him.

"Get the fuck in here at leatht."

[musclebeast]

Equius bites his tongue, wanting to reply, retort, anything, but he's so dang troubled right now...

So he just heads back inside after returning his mask to his-

sylladex.

[biwinning]

The doors psionically shut after Equius steps in, and there's very little light in the room except for the moonlight and candle light from outside. "Come here."

[musclebeast]

Despite earlier comments, he vert much is back to grinding his teeth.

But after a moment of staring at what he can see of Sollux's form in the lighting, and curling some hair behind and ear, he moves closer.

[biwinning]

Close enough for Sollux, apparently. And then when Equius stops, he'll feel himself being forced onto his knees. "Two thingsth. Firtht, beg me to let you owe me for thith later."

[musclebeast]

Equius shudders, his knees weak already so that push with psionics does well to get him down, which only makes his gut churn more.

"A-ahh..." He breathes in deep, licking his lips and feeling them slightly tilt up at the corners. It takes a bit- but the words finally come to him.

"Le-let me compensate you on a different gait- date." Another breath, smiling a bit more now, unable to help it. The thrill of being forced by Sollux's psionics is exciting and add commands and begging into it and he's a lost cause.

[biwinning]

"Thay pleathe. It'th not begging if there'th no pleathe." He's glad the darkness can, for the most part, hide his smirking. He wants to seem still pretty pissed. Sollux also stands up from the bed, stepping closer to Equius.

[musclebeast]

There's a creak from his cracked open lips as he slowly grinds his back teeth. A part of feels anger at those words, but he's too excited by this to ruin it now.

"Please- dangit, please allow me to exchange properly in the future."

[biwinning]

Sollux remains silent, instead seeming as if he's considering something, as he steps over and lightly places his foot between Equius' legs, where his bulge would be. And then he presses down. "And two, you can't go to Vanadi about thith... "little issue" tonight."

[musclebeast]

A huff, head ducking a little, shoulders shrugging up. He can feel a churn in his groin from the sensation and it makes his eyes roll, lids fluttering.

"Va-" He trails off, swallowing and adjusting in his seat a little, squirming.

"Y-your hostility towards him is unneigh- necessary, ahh..." Though he probably won't go to Vanadi with this since he prefers to keep his mating quadrants and feelings associated with either separate.

[biwinning]

"It'th necethary for reathonsth you're too ... thick to underthtand." He presses down once again on Equius' crotch as he speaks, before pulling his foot back. Double entendre, yes it is. "But either way, you won't go to him, right?"

[musclebeast]

His nostrils flare, gasping with the added pressure before a small whine follows the leaving of Sollux's foot. After which, Equius takes a moment to actually- think, just for a short time.

He licks his lips swallowing, feeling sweat drip down his neck and hairline.

"...I won't."

[biwinning]

"Alright," he replies, and makes his way towards the door. "Have fun dealing with that boner."