[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

[ladyofrivendell]

Oh, it's such a shame that you haven't. In the autumn, the leaves in Lothlorien turn gold rather than fall. And the bark of the trees look like silver. If I had paints for it, I'd make a portrait of it.

[She smiles, quite brightly, at simply thinking of the last time she'd seen the Golden Woods. And already anxious to see it once more.]

Perhaps I will find some when we return. And then you can see it, even if you'll not be able to go there.

[fourcenturies]

I'd love that. I'm sure you're a wonderful artist.

[Adam flashed a smile. Alright, so he was laying it on a bit thick, but he had a feeling that the woman would appreciate it.]

But, until then we have Versailles at our disposal. Not a bad arrangement, if I do say so myself.

[ladyofrivendell]

I've had a great many years to perfect my skills in the arts. I shall be glad to show you some day.

[It really doesn't occur to her that he's trying to flirt or laying it on too thickly. As far as she's aware, honestly, he's just being polite and so is she, in turn.]

I've never heard of this place but it is magnificent. Nothing at all like that places of Middle Earth.

[fourcenturies]

I can show you around, if you want. I've been here before.

[Granted, the last time he had been to Versailles was over two hundred years ago, but the layout hadn't changed. He could manage to navigate his way around the building (hopefully). He flashed another smile at Celebrían, trying his hardest to win her over with kindness.]

I'm Adam, by the way.

[ladyofrivendell]

Oh, that would be wonderful~! Though I'd not wish to take up too much of your time, I'm sure there are other things you would prefer to be doing.

[She returned his smile with one of her own, tucking a strand of silver back behind one of her ears.]

A great pleasure, Adam. I am Celebrían.

[fourcenturies]

I can't think of anything I'd rather do then spend time with you, Celebrían. [Adam responded, shrugging slightly. Celebrían. That was an odd name-not any nationality he could place. It was probably a Rivendell name or something from that other place she had mentioned.]

[ladyofrivendell]

Oh, that's quite flattering! I'm sure you'll find something while we're here though. And I'll not keep you from it when that time comes.

[He'd have difficulty placing it at all unless he knew elvish or knew her family. Both of which were incredibly unlikely.]

[fourcenturies]

It's flattering because it's true.

[Adam turned around slightly, gesturing towards Versailles.]

So, where do you want to start?

[ladyofrivendell]

And yet we've only just met. You hardly know a thing of me.

[She looked around towards where he gestured and thought for a moment. Celebrían really knew very little about this place or time period.]

Anywhere at all. I haven't explored as much as I could, yet.

[fourcenturies]

In that case, let's start at the Hall of Mirrors.

[Adam started to walk back towards the palace, then looked back at Celebrían to make sure she was following.]

And besides, even if you don't know a thing about a person, you can know that you want to spend time with them.

[ladyofrivendell]

The hall of mirrors? It sounds quite interesting.

[Oh yes, she was following, feet making not a sound as she walked but she was there, trailing behind him. Elves are pretty good at being quiet, after all.]

I suppose that cannot be denied.