[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

[chittybang]

[ She glances down briefly at her dress. ]

Yeah, I should eat. Care to escort me?

[fe_male]

[ what does eating have to do with her dress

and hey escorting this is starting to feel positively normal again ]

So you don't seem as totally out of your element as half the attendees.

[chittybang]

[ Is eating worth running the risk of spilling on the dress? Will she bloat and make her belt feel tight? There is a fine relationship between eating and clothes. ]

Thanks, neither do you. Do you attend galas often?

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, okay, that's a fair bit of thought. ]

Back home. There aren't that many here to attend in the first place. You?

[chittybang]

[ She sets down her drink when they're in the appropriate area, and it's a few more steps before she turns to face him for a dance. ]

Yeah, I did. It sort of came with the job, but it's a nice way to meet people.

[fe_male]

[ and a-dancing they will goooooooo ]

It is always kind of an interesting 'what will happen next' to get a bunch of people with either money, social skills, intellect, or some combination and total deficit of any of the three, put them in a nice place with nice clothes, and leave them for a few hours.

[chittybang]

[ Her pink lips curl with an earnestly amused smile. ]

But you have all three, don't you? Or at least you had money before you arrived here.

[fe_male]

[ Heh, he likes how perceptive you are. And also doesn't like it at all. ] I think you've hit the nail on the head for why I find it interesting.

[chittybang]

Then I think we'll get along pretty well. Although I do experience a few mishaps along the way, but who doesn't.

[fe_male]

Of course we'll get along. Two beautiful, social, intelligent people? What's not to get along here. It'll be fun.

[chittybang]

Sounds fun. So what's your background, are you some sort of entertainer?

[fe_male]

Inadvertently. Sales has a lot to do with entertainment. I'm also a superhero, so that's got a lot of PR too. Inventor, engineer - that would be the most accurate. How about you?

[chittybang]

[ A bit more than she was expecting, and the way her brows raise show it. ]

Wow! Well, I just took over my Dad's company, so you could say I work in sales as well. Haven't invented anything as spectacular as the satomobile yet, but we share the same blood, so it's not out of the question. [ She lightly shrugs a shoulder. ]

A superhero is something else, though. I've heard of heroes?

[fe_male]

So imagine one of those, but super.