[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

[revelation]

It sort of reminds me of something out of a story book that my mom would read to me. ( her voice drifts off slightly, smiling fondly in thought. ) Or something from a dream, because this certainly feels a bit like one.

[theguideless]

[Martin smiles, attention drawn back to her. only in fidgeting does he recognize still being in her grip – that's alright, though. the way she's talking now, she does seem a lot like Danielle, dreamy sighs and all. it's a good nostalgia.]

So you have a lot of dreams like this?

[revelation]

Mm, sometimes! Other times there sort of like this... but different. ( witches's barriers. just as beautiful sometimes, but there was always an underlying darkness she could not explain. she pauses, ) I've been dreaming a lot more about home recently though.

[theguideless]

[home, huh? his head tilts a little.] Are they good dreams?

[revelation]

Definitely more often than not they are, because I dream about my family or my friends that aren't here. ( she smiles, squeezing his hands before lightly go and lacing her fingers behind her back. ) It's hard for them not to be good when it's about them.

[theguideless]

[he's relieved to hear that, and smiles a little more, nodding.]

I'm glad, then. For all the trouble and strange things, it's good you have those dreams to...[his head bobbles side-to-side a little, starting to feel a little too self-aware about what he's saying. To keep your spirits up. Or just...a good memory. [wah, that seems a little strange to his ears, too; his shoulders shrug up quickly, sheepish.]

[revelation]

( again, she just lets herself smile for a brief moment before nodding in eager agreement. )

Mm, I agree. But, more importantly... have you been enjoying yourself here? I actually made some of the food, it's not nearly as nice as some of the food here though.

[theguideless]

Oh, I... [he blinks.] I tried a little, but...which ones are yours? [he has this strange feeling he ought to have known. which is ridiculous and silly, but there it is.]

[revelation]

Oh! Well, here, let me show you. ( sorry Martin, your hand is being taken again and this tiny girl will be heading toward the banquet table. its a quick search, before she plucks a cutely decorated (pink and white, star shaped sprinkles) from the table and turns to show him.

please excuse (or not) the small hand drawn note attached to it. ) This is one I made. My new friend, M'gann helped made a lot of things too. It was a lot of fun.

ooc

[revelation]

partyin partyin over here now