[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

[diplomatique]

[ as he turns to get a drink, he notes the flash of red out of the edge of his eye. he noticed that he was being followed--Larsa would be a lackluster student in swordsmanship if he hadn't. but with a drink in his hand, and away from the other guests, he finds it much easier to turn sharply to look at the shadow he seems to have cast, much larger and more seemingly... menacing.

perhaps it's just the black and red on his person. Larsa convinces himself of this as he takes a sip of clear golden cider, though his eyes don't move from Teravian's face. ]

Good evening. May I be of service to you?

[wearsblack]

[He'd been expecting - and even half-hoping - for some kind of wariness or surprise on the boy's face. The calm evaluation isn't as fun, but interesting. His own face doesn't show much either.]

Where are you from?

[diplomatique]

Ivalice.

[ and he hopes that sets off some uncertainty or confusion. he knows there aren't too many people from his homeworld here, if any at all. Larsa keeps his expression calm and cool despite what he's actually feeling. ]

[wearsblack]

[He frowns harder, as if it's this boys fault for him not being from a place he's heard of. And it sounds too much like "Ivalaine"]

I haven't heard of it.

[diplomatique]

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