[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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[shoesfitperfectly]

He lets himself be led with a murmured "thank you." Once seated, he rubs his hand over his face again and then pushes the hand through his hair, clearly attempting to collect himself.

"As to the boy, I don't know--I've never seen him before now. But he's apparently a very sensitive psychic and they have a tendency to panic, especially when they're that young.

As to me..." You've been honest so far, Doctor, might as well keep it up. "I... honestly did think I had this under control, ever since I took in that zero matter. Like I said, I hadn't heard a peep out of it since I returned." A sigh. "I may have to isolate myself until we return to Exsilium." A beat and he adds, wryly, "Or at least sober up the rest of the way."

[raisedbybirds]

This is perhaps the part of the job Samus has never been good at--comforting civilians was unarguably difficult to do when one of her arms was mounted with a cannon. Not exactly ideal for a pat on the back or something of the like. She stands beside him and listens intently.

A psychic... That explained a lot. Samus wondered if it'd be worth her time trying to hunt him down later just to make sure he was alright, or leave him be. She inclined towards the latter.

"Returned? This was something you picked up on the last Initiative mission?"

Confinement sounded like a plausible plan, for what little else she could think of suggesting (aside from the aforementioned shooting-it-out-of-him).

"And if alcohol is a contributing factor I'll make sure personally that you stay away from it." That was threat, not a warning.