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Vanadi de Vadarta ([personal profile] implying) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-12-07 04:08 pm
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[open] welcome to the masquerade

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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ohhdeer: (with no colours in our skin.)

[personal profile] ohhdeer 2012-12-09 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the voice startles him so badly he nearly jumps out of his skin, his immediate instinct--as always--to bolt. he manages to get it under control, though (after a lifetime spent dealing with it), and glances up with wide, startled golden eyes.

for a few heartbeats, he can't respond, heart hammering in his chest. finally, though, the words register, and he blinks, puzzled by the question. ]


F-Faerie? I-- No, I'm.. not a faerie. I do grow things, though.

[ he rises from the bench he's seated on, hands clasping, feeling a little awkward and not entirely sure what to say. (he misses having people around who are familiar with him and know how to deal with him.) ]

Um, I'm-- I'm Asa.
wearsblack: (emo hair)

[personal profile] wearsblack 2012-12-12 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[That reaction gets a huge grin from him. He'd hadn't expected something that dramatic, exactly, but that was also something he'd enjoyed and started to miss here.]

If you're not one of the Little People, then what are those?

[Point to the antlers]
ohhdeer: (we're born into the grave.)

[personal profile] ohhdeer 2012-12-12 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh dear. is this a trick question? ]

Um. They're-- my antlers. [ a slightly flustered, uncertain pause. ] My father is the Green Man. Do.. faeries really have antlers where you're from?
wearsblack: (superior)

[personal profile] wearsblack 2012-12-14 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
No --- [He glances away with a huff.] I didn't literally mean a faerie. Not all of the Little People are faeries. But it sounds like you're half of one. Father said we had some in the castle once.