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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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[ Towards the beginning of the evening, you were most likely to have found Feferi all done up at the front entrance with a woven basket full of handmade masks, for those unable to find one on their own. IF masks made by a little girl aren't your thing and you still need one, she managed to procure a few others that are a little more professionally-made. She greets everyone with a smile and a hello, though, at least as many people as she can.

But as soon as most guests are arrived, she abandons the basket to the wills of the remaining stragglers, and takes to wandering, poking around the palace, sticking her head in doors with no knock and no sense of privacy, scurrying down the paths of the garden trying to see everything, and eventually making her way to the dancefloor to find herself a dance partner or ten.

Where will you be when she strikes?! ]

[Taicea had wanted to go all out for this masquerade. Back home the nobles were always dressed up in the fanciest dresses every with the most exuberant masks. She had wanted very much to imitate that. But in the end she found such a cute dress that suited her better than anything big and floofy. It was short and flouncy and a lovely ivory colour that didn't clash horribly with her skin.

She also found a pair of sandals with ivory ribbons that lace up all slender legs. Aside from that she's grown herself a lovely leafy mask that almost appears gold with deep rich purples to accent it. Although the mask is a couple days old now so it's a tad bit wilted around the edges.

Not long after arriving she's in awe of the place. She's so overwhelmed that she doesn't know where to start. Food and drink can wait, she wants to take in everything first. And by taking in everything that includes touching everything.]

[Balder has managed to acquire a yellow zoot suit and a simple gold mask. He has no interest in the palace's fineries what with being a king himself, and instead focuses on enjoying the light and airy gardens. It's like coming out from under a smothering blanket, and he finds it captivating.

Eventually he does hunger and makes use of the proffered meal, clearing tables single-handedly. It's good, and he's not known for his resistance to food or for his table manners. It all seems bizarre to him--to put this decadence in the midst of a war--but a warrior always eats when he can.]

[Eridan has actually gone to quite a bit of effort here; when he shows up he's wearing a proper suit and everything(almost like this minus the hat, scarf and gloves, plus the jacket lacks the pinstripes, but the trousers still have them) and a Mask. He's only actually attending because he wants to shove the fact he has a date in everyone's faces but hey, he can totally pull off pretending he actually wanted to attend.

So you'll most likely find him hovering around the banquet and watching everyone else go by, but he really isn't very interested in leaving this area right now. Maybe later on if he gets sick of y'all or something.]

Edited 2012-12-08 01:55 (UTC)

[Ghost originally had no plans to attend this stupid dance. But Lee had mentioned it and she kept thinking about it and eventually she said 'Screw it' and decided to go.

Finding a dress had been rather difficult. Eventually she decided a long flowing dress of pale blue, green, and white. The sleeves were long and completely covered her arms and with a pair of long gloves her arms were completely hidden from view.

This was her first time without her uniform and helmet since her arrival and she felt so ridiculously naked. But no one save for Lee knew what she sounded or looked like beneath is all so she wasn't to worried. Even if the mask she chose didn't hide much.

She doesn't spend long inside, eventually she heads out into the garden to get some fresh air and get away from the bulk of the crowd.]

[ She'd been brought up in a fairly fancy home, but this place was even grander than her father's estate. She was dressed in red, from the masquerade gown to the mask to match. Apparently she'd arrived early enough to not be crowded out, but at the same time, she had an interest in exploring every part of the grounds, with avid fascination. So exciting~! ]

Edited 2012-12-08 01:55 (UTC)

[Lena really had no idea what she was doing here, since she + parties usually ended in disaster, but she had wanted to see if this time travel thing was true, and who could pass up Versailles? Certainly not her.

She walked around the Hall of Mirrors, the gardens, tried the food, and generally tried to come to terms with the fact that she was back in time. It was a hard concept to wrap her head around.

The dress made her feel like a princess, and the mask matched well enough. It didn't really matter that she couldn't tell who anyone was under their mask, because she barely knew anyone yet. On the flip side, they didn't know her either, so she decided to mingle and see how that went. Already she knew that some people brought into the Initiative could do magic like her, so she doubted she'd be seen as a freak like she'd been thought of back home.]

[ There's nothing here but the crowd... or is there??

Underneath the noise and regular music, there comes something ominous. ]

Edited 2012-12-08 05:12 (UTC)

[Lee arrives late without knowing when the ball is starting. After spending a great deal of time designing and working on the preliminary models for the vortex canon, he had forgotten almost completely that there is such an event.

He quickly showered and dressed in the tuxedo with a simple red domino mask covering his upper face. It wasn't that he didn't have an interest in going, he simply had other matters to attend to.

Seeing the people gathering around, he cranes his neck to look for any familiar face. Once inside, he decides to take a better look around. Seeing no one that he recognizes, he heads out into the garden but not without getting a drink first.

The stemware in his hand is held gently with his fingers that look as if they could snap the delicate glass in two. He leans over the rail to take a sip of the wine.]

Edited 2012-12-08 02:01 (UTC)

[ You can definitely expect to be bothered by Vanadi at some point during the evening. He'll be swanning around like a honeybee on crack in a garden in bloom, dressed, as usual, in full neck-to-fingertip covering — although today he's forgone the usual red mask. Anyone actually familiar with his usual look will notice he's dyed his usually scruffy silver hair black, slicked it neatly back, and covered up that ugly facial scar with some well-placed makeup.

He's likely to be found where ever the largest gathering of people is, chatting up anyone within range. Unless, of course, he's on one of his rounds to seek out the loners and wallflowers. In that case he'll be dipping briefly down hallways and into out of the way rooms and corners of the garden, just to make sure no one's staring sadly off into space by themselves. That would be terrible. ]

Edited 2012-12-08 02:02 (UTC)

[Ghost has avoided any drinks for obvious reasons. She managed to get some water and it's not left her sight once. She couldn't risk anything altering her mental state. She's only picked at bit of the food here and there. It was good, no doubt about that, but much of it was just too rich for the girl that's used to living on cheap easy meals.

And Lee, Lee's not hard to miss when she finally does spot him. As usual she's nearly silent as she drifts over to lean against the railing beside him. Unlike most ladies that would probably go with some sort of heel for their dress she went with simple ballerina flats.]

Ah, so here y'are.

[Yes, the power of the niece is an astounding thing: Claire convinced him to come here, and even talked him into the mask he is currently wearing. It's been a while since he's been out, though, so he may just be an awkward wallflower at first]

[ Back when she had first arrived in Exsilium, Kate had mentioned the initial feeling was like walking into some bizarre dream she couldn't wake from. And here she is, in France. The past. While she's not entirely happy with the situation in Exsilium, a part of her wishes she had someone to share this experience and story with. Honestly, how often does one get invited to a party in 1772?

Like many others tonight, she's dressed to the nines in a classic and sleek black tuxedo, complete with a bow tie and a black mask with red accents, red lipstick and nails painted to match. Her signature colours, not that anyone else would know.

Joining the party could wait a little, she wanted to get a good look at everything before it was too late. ]

[This is exactly the type of event Jesse feels completely out of place at. Even at his wealthiest, he never stepped into a party like this. Well, of course, given the lack of French palaces in New Mexico. But aside from that, the whole black-tie thing never suited him. Thank God for his lady friends and their ability to dress him up properly, or else he might have shown up in his usual t-shirt and jeans... or something even sillier.

But he's here, drifting uncomfortably from room to room while not really knowing how he's supposed to behave at a thing like this. Better to explore, swig every drink he can get his hands on, and pace around outside with a cigarette.]

[To say that the elven woman didn't find everything about this exciting and distracting would be a lie. Dressed in a pink gown and a matching mask, she can be found exploring everywhere she can. Her love for Lothlorien and Rivendell can't be beat in terms of beauty but Versailles is capturing her attention just as well.

She doesn't explore inside for very long, finding herself drawn to the gardens and fountains. The elf will spend more time among the plants than anything, simply enjoying being among nature and keeping careful track of which way she goes so she can find her way back.

Inside, she tries a little bit of everything. Never enough to fill her, just to try new styles of food that are available here. And if she got a spiked drink, which she probably did, it doesn't bother her in the slightest. Yay for elvishness!

And then she's off to find a dance partner. Preferably a certain betrothed but dancing is fun so she'll dance with just about anyone!]

[ ho damn, the Prontera Castle has nothing on this place. If Ashraf ever makes it back to Rune-Midgard, he's going to have to suggest King Tristan upgrade his crib.

But in the meantime, he's feeling a little uncomfortable. The finery is utterly foreign to him, and he can't help but feel like he's behaving like an oaf with none of the proper manners. How embarrassing. He's at least found himself a dusky brown suit somewhere, though the mask had seemed somewhat silly and been left behind (regretting that now, as it makes him stand out), and he hovers near the food. Now and then picking at the delicacies or sipping at a drink at least gives him something to do with his hands... ]

Edited 2012-12-08 02:12 (UTC)

[Adrasteius will be dividing his time between the kitchen and the banquet tables themselves, making sure there's enough food for all (and glaring at anyone who fails at sharing). He's dressed in the robes pictured here, complete with a fluttering cape. His expression is haggard and exhausted--a combination of expending his energy into the fine food and the unfortunate matter of his magic-starvation. Oops.

At any rate, if anyone peeks into the kitchens or seems to be going overboard at the banquet table, they'll likely hear from him. Until he collapses, of course.]

[Minato managed to get lucky in finding a suit for this event, made friends with the right shopkeeper while making a dress for someone else to have a suit made for him, in turn. As for the mask, he's decided to keep it simple.]

[While he didn't really know too many people, he can still be found moving through the crowds more often that not, often eavesdropping on conversations. It was the best way to get a better feel for the place and get to know people without even having to bother them.]

[If not there, he'll be checking out the gardens, or at the banquet hall. Because food. And food is good.]

[Although he's looking quite dapper in his formal clothes (the third choice pictured), Koltira doesn't seem to be enjoying himself much. He'll be wandering the halls here and there, hovering wherever there's alcohol, and looking out for anyone underage in particular. There is most definitely something off about him, though--more off than usual. He will occasionally duck into a seemingly empty space or room for long minutes, then emerge. When Koltira speaks, his voice is strained, and he has the overall demeanor of someone in a struggle.

A dance might distract him ...]

[ If you feel watched, don't worry! It's just a young vigilante perched somewhere above head-height, dressed pretty much exactly the same as always and watching partygoers below. One costume is basically as good as another, right? And a pair of dark green shades are basically a mask, right? Right and right.

She could be clinging to one of the fancy arches above in the main hall, or perched on one of the eaves outside, or even nestled comfortable in some branches of one of the trees on the grounds. How does she even get up there, man. No one knows. But she's watching. ]

[Like Feferi, Taicea is everywhere. She's taking in anything and everything and not really paying attention to her surroundings. So it's no surprise when she crashes into the Troll.

She somehow doesn't managed to loose her footing but she's instantly going into apology mode.]

Oh I am every so sorry! I wasn't paying attention. Are you all right?

[ DANG KOLTIRA, LOOKIN GOOD GURL is about the line of admiring thought here, until Ashraf takes note of that look of pain. And he totally knows what that means. There's a quick round of calculations here as he thinks back to the last time Koltira had had a fight, and — it's not good results. So he hurries forward, already looking concerned. ]

Koltira— are you well? [ like you don't already know, Ashraf. ]

[Taicea's taken a break from exploring to grab some food. Because let me tell you, running around really makes a sylvari hungry. She stops at the table and just stares for a moment because there's so much food!]

Where will I ever begin? [She wonders aloud with a finger tapping her chin.]

( Ah, and when she does see him, Collette finds herself smiling and commenting: )

Nice mask.

( Which may as well account for all of him. Collette hangs toward the fringes for manueverability, taking her current place near the strange and small windows looking out into the gardens because it feels like the best of both worlds. Her own dress is in blues and greens, "mask" actually clitter creatively applied over her forehead, eyes, and part of her cheeks. That hadn't been the initial plan, but after finding body glitter, it had seems ridiculous enough and less hot than the mask.

She'd never finished hers anyway, between finishing one for Caesar and finishing Lyms long after she'd gone home. C'est la vie. )

You look good in black. It's so weird, all that dark hair!

[YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT, ASHRAF.

He is the precise opposite of well--but he's just not ready to admit it yet.]

I'm fine. Go find a nice woman to dance with.

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[open] welcome to the masquerade

Feferi Peixes | Everywhere! | Open

Taicea | Everywhere | OPEN

Balder Odinson | Gardens and Banquet | Open

Eridan Ampora | Open | Placeholder-ish comment, I'll be back on the 10th..

Ghost | OPEN

Lucy Heartfilia | Open | EVERYWHEEEEEERE!

Lena Duchannes | Anywhere and Everywhere | Open

Eridan Ampora | Open | Placeholder-ish comment, I'll be back on the 10th..

Re: Ghost | OPEN

Vanadi | ANOTHER ONE FOR ANYWHERE | open!

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Peter Petrelli | Anywhere | Open

gardens & palace | open!!

Jesse Pinkman | anywhere | OPEN

Celebrían | Open, everywhere

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Adrasteius (irritable cooking elf) | Kitchens | Banquet

Minato Arisato | Yeah sure Anywhere why not | Open

Koltira | Anywhere

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