[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

[biwinning]

You know.

[You like floating, Jericho? Because you are now. Just a few inches.]

Like thith.

[eyecontact]

[WHOA OK he is a...little startled by that all of a sudden, doing a double-take from the floor to Sollux.

sorry, but now he's going to have to hang onto your arm there, even if it's just a tiny bit. it's weird, ok!]

[biwinning]

[THAT WILL DO YOU NO GOOD, since Sollux is floating now too. Although he's a lot more accustomed to it, and thus a lot more sturdy.]

No, it'th fine. I do it all the time. It'th like... you're underwater, but you can breathe.

[eyecontact]

[Jericho's feet wiggle a little, still super uncertain and unused to this floating business.

still clutching to arm or sleeve, not being wholly graceful about this, he'll get it eventually.

kind of.

a little. it's really strange...but kind of neat!]

[biwinning]

[Sollux helps Jericho figure out his balance, doing his best to create a "glowing platform" for him to stand on. There is nothing there, no physical land, but glowing colors form what looks like to be a flat surface and it might help Jericho get some (false) sense of being able to hold himself normally.]

Eheheh. It'th kind of funny to watch you freak out about thith.

[eyecontact]

[his mouth pouts a little at that. it's not his fault he's been subject to gravity for his entire life, yanno!

but he thinks he's kind of got the gist of this – the platform sure helps. a little false perspective. he glances up, pointing. maybe going up is OK now?]

[biwinning]

[If going up is okay, then up they go. Not too close, still at least five ten feet away. Any closer, and the picture wouldn't be able to be seen fully.]

Tho why ith thith tho great?

[eyecontact]

[hoo, nelly. how to even explain. Jericho figures he'd have to write an essay to even try, but that's a handcramp and a half waiting to happen, let alone a timewaster.

he tilts his head at the painting and thinks about it, trying to come up with a simpler way to make it clear, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

he seems to have a half-formed idea to try, gesturing, sweeping his hand across much of the scene, the human figures in particular, but whatever he's trying to convey – the realism, the grandeur – doesn't...particularly make much sense in a pantomime.

his face gets red, embarrassed, as he sighs, shaking his head. he's got to have a better way to talk about it...something that amazing deserves a better advocate!]

[biwinning]

Yeah, okay, I get it, it'th big. Whatever, it'th not a big deal.

[eyecontact]

[no, no! Jericho's head shakes quickly. that's not it!

look...

just...

he grimaces, trying to fish something out, but...SIGH.


oh, wait.

he points down, down to the floor where he left his sketchbook during this floaty business. he can at least try writing something, right?]

[biwinning]

[And down to the floor they go.]

[eyecontact]

[whew. solid ground is nice.

Jericho crouches and scoops up the book and pencil, hesitating for a moment. eh...well. just standing is fine, then. it might make his letters a little awkward, but he'll be careful about it.

of course...

he scratches at his temple with the eraser, grimacing again. so how...

give him a minute here.

okay. here's something. he holds it out, shrugging weakly.]

Most people can't make something like that or at least not that good. And it takes a long time...and was made a long time ago...

[biwinning]

[Sorry Jericho, but Sollux fails to be impressed. He doesn't understand art at all, and even if he did, Alternia didn't have much of a place for it. Maybe Equius would be better to talk to about this.]

Tho?

[eyecontact]

[tho?

THO?

oh, Sol. Jericho's shoulders sag a little, disheartened. well...he can't actually accuse him of anything – some people just don't really like art! but it's something he himself likes an awful lot, so he can't help but feel discouraged by a friend's disinterest.

better to leave it at that, he figures. he just shakes his head.]

[biwinning]

[Oh.

Uh.

He fucked up, didn't he?

He totally did and Jericho was just trying to cheer him up and now he's an absolute asshole.

FUCK.]

Uh-

I mean, it'th not thomething I can do. Tho it'th... cool for that. I jutht don't get it.

[eyecontact]

[BOING]