[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

[priad]

[ His voice rumbles from his voxcaster, filtered by the technological device. ]

Because I have nothing to say.

[ He cocks his head and looks down at her. ]

Unless you believe there is something I should say. Or do.

[gamora]

You're the one staring, not me.

[ and when most people stare, they want to say something. except if they're like Adam Warlock. ]

[priad]

I stare at anyone who exceeds a certain level of possible threat. It is simply good practice to keep an eye on them openly, thus letting them know they are watched.

[ He says it without malice in his voice. He's been watching everyone who is armed within the confines of the ball similarly, if she's noticed at all. ]

[gamora]

And that's supposed to stop someone?

[ Please. She hasn't, actually, because Gamora couldn't care less about anyone that isn't herself for the most part. ]

[priad]

I find in most cases the suggestion that an Astartes is paying attention to them keeps them under control.

[ Because by human standards the guy is terrifying, after all. ]

[gamora]

Can't say it's doing much for me.

[ It would probably be more intimidating if she wasn't raised by an individual who thinks that destroying the universe is a good courting gift and looks the part. ]

[priad]

[ Well yeah Thanos and Horus are about equal levels of in-universe Crazay, so Priad would probably understand if he knew. ]

I don't see you shoving the blade into someone, which is good enough for me.

[gamora]

An uncharacteristically not-idiotic approach.

[ A shrug. ]

[priad]

I don't see the need to brawl simply for the sake of brawling. I'm not a Space Wolf, after all.

[ He shrugs too. ]

[gamora]

And miss out on all that fun? No thanks.

[priad]

Fun?

[ People keep talking about it. He's not good at it. ]

[gamora]

Fun.

[ It's okay, Gamora's version of fun is beating the shit out of people so she understands. ]

[priad]

I had a friend who suggested the concept to me, from time to time. It never did catch on. I have my duty, and for me, at least, that is enough. [ He looks across the hall, at people dancing and socializing and eating. ]

I think that puts me in the minority here by far.

[gamora]

[ Gamora shrugs. ]

Just here for the free food and drink.