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Ah, right. Where are my manners!

*bowing*

Francisco de Goya y Lucientes. I am an artist. I fear I have accidentally crossed over into your part of the afterlife, Señorita Robespierre. *squinting* Are you per chance related to Maximilen Robespierre, the lawyer? I believe he is a lawyer by trade…

henriette-robespierre

Oh, I'm so pleased to meet you, Monsieur Goya...

Yes, I'm Maximilien's sister. And yes, he was a lawyer. Later he went into politics... He's a very busy man. Really busy...

*She sighed and threw a few breadcrumbs to the flock of pigeons.*

I came here to remember those beautiful times when we were all together. Me, Lottie, Bonbon, and Max. I kind of miss those times...

And you... Do you have a place to stay? Because if not, you can stay the night at our old house.

#event: where in time is goya #goya interacts

*He smiled faintly. Henriette didn’t have to offer him a place to stay the night.*

Well… my sincerest apologies for imposing. I have my own realm where I live with my goddaughter, but currently I do not know my way back. It is kind of you to offer hospitality to a stranger.

My afterlife is gloomier than yours, I fear. Only a remote cottage and the things I painted onto the walls… dark things. My goddaughter Rosario is the only company I have… She must be worried about me…

I was a busy man too, for a long time. A court painter in Spain. And I hope your brother is luckier with his clients than I was with mine. If you want, I could paint a portrait for you. Yourself with the pigeons, perhaps?

henriette-robespierre

Ah, Señorita. Good morning. I fear that I have gotten lost… May I ask where we are?

- @headlessgenius

Bonjour, Monsieur... We are in... In Arras.

*the young girl looked just as lost as the man. But she was lost in a completely different way than he was*

May I know your name? And where are you going? I'll try to help...

*she smiled faintly*

I'm Henriette. Henriette Robespierre...

#goya interacts #event: where in time is goya

Ah, right. Where are my manners!

*bowing*

Francisco de Goya y Lucientes. I am an artist. I fear I have accidentally crossed over into your part of the afterlife, Señorita Robespierre. *squinting* Are you per chance related to Maximilen Robespierre, the lawyer? I believe he is a lawyer by trade…

*Like Rosario, Emilia fell into a deep sleep after eating too much @headlessgenius 's food. Well, this all was way too tempting and delicious...*

*Goya tucks Emilia in until she is rolled up in a blanket*

Well, I believe I should ask her family to pick her up…

Happy Birthday, dear Señor Goya! I wish you lots of inspiration to create beautiful and extraordinary works all year round!

*Emilka hugged him gently and handed a box with handmade cake*

I baked a sernik for you! That's a traditional Polish sweet with cheesecake cottage cheese with raisins.

@the-little-miss-poet

Oh dear, requesón but in a cake… with raisins too? Delicious, señorita. Thank you. Please come in. Rosario is sleeping still. I think it’s called a food coma. We cooked a lot and she was hungry… but there is still plenty of food left for you!

Poor Rosario... I hope nothing more serious happens to her...

Hmm, I'd love to eat something with you! What good food have you prepared?

*Emilia asked, but her stomach churning at the same time*

Oh, i-i'm sorry!

*she blushed deeply*

Ternasco, which is a young lamb, roasted with potatoes. Migas, a breadcrumb dish I grew up with, so nothing fancy but a filling meal. Cherries from Aragón, dark and sweet. Arroz con borrajas, rice prepared with leaves of borage until it’s creamy… and green, but Rosario insisted on making it with spinach too this time. And peaches poached in wine. I believe it’s similar to the French poached pears.

*Rosario, meanwhile, is mumbling in her sleep about how the lamb was too heavy*

#goya interacts #rosario interacts #kinda #((rosario in a food coma))#((too much food))

Happy Birthday, dear Señor Goya! I wish you lots of inspiration to create beautiful and extraordinary works all year round!

*Emilka hugged him gently and handed a box with handmade cake*

I baked a sernik for you! That's a traditional Polish sweet with cheesecake cottage cheese with raisins.

@the-little-miss-poet

Oh dear, requesón but in a cake… with raisins too? Delicious, señorita. Thank you. Please come in. Rosario is sleeping still. I think it’s called a food coma. We cooked a lot and she was hungry… but there is still plenty of food left for you!

Ah, hello, señorita. We haven’t met in a long time. I am a bit flustered at the moment. Apparently there is a musical about me in this age. Fortunately, the hearing device will help me appreciate the songs.

But enough about me. I hope you are doing well, precious child. I have missed you.

- @headlessgenius

Oh, Monsieur Goya, Hello!! I missed you so, so much too!

*Emilia, without hesitation, ran over and hugged him tightly*

I'm fine, I think... I'd love to watch that um...musical with you. Whatever it is...

Apparently, a musical is a type of theatre play, but with songs added to it. Many songs. Often written specifically for that play…

*Goya chuckles*

It seems to be a what mortal people call it these days.

Is it like, um... opera?

*Emilia raised an eyebrow, intrigued*

That's what it was called back in my day... But it sounds very interesting! I definitely have to make time for it!

Aand by the way... how's your niece doing? Give her my regards.

#goya interacts #rosario interacts #((OOC: I did! it was so good!))#((ironically the novel about rosario was published close to father’s day))#((goya definitely was her godfather and father figure))#((long story short))#((rosario’s official father wasn’t in the picture))#((it was very messy))

More along the lines of an operetta, from what I understand. There is a book about Rosario lately, actually. A novel. Once again, people allege her to be my daughter in fiction, perhaps because she is so talented.

(Rosario appears, tackling Emilia)

Hello! Maestro Goya is just grumbling because people today love a scandal. Don’t mind him; he’s still happy I got to be the main character… It’s a new experience for me though… *she blushes*

Ah, hello, señorita. We haven’t met in a long time. I am a bit flustered at the moment. Apparently there is a musical about me in this age. Fortunately, the hearing device will help me appreciate the songs.

But enough about me. I hope you are doing well, precious child. I have missed you.

- @headlessgenius

Oh, Monsieur Goya, Hello!! I missed you so, so much too!

*Emilia, without hesitation, ran over and hugged him tightly*

I'm fine, I think... I'd love to watch that um...musical with you. Whatever it is...

#goya interacts #((no joke there is ACTUALLY going to be a musical about goya in my city lol))#((I missed this rp))

Apparently, a musical is a type of theatre play, but with songs added to it. Many songs. Often written specifically for that play…

*Goya chuckles*

It seems to be a what mortal people call it these days.

Emilka gives Francisco a box of fragrant gingerbread cookies baked by her especially for this occasion.

"Here you go. This is a gift for St. Nicholas from me, dear Señor Goya..."

@the-little-miss-poet

Oh, thank you, precious child!

(Goya gives Emilia bars of almonds in caramel.)

This is called guirlache. Typical sweet from Zaragoza. Enjoy.

Boops nose. "Hello there."

Hello, young man. Careful. I’m all smudged in paint.

Liam Bourgeois: Who you might be and what happened?!

You booped me. My name is Francisco Goya. I was a court painter for the Spanish royal family.

I am still a painter, so I get… frequent stains on myself. This is a side effect of my job.

Liam Bourgeois: An artist, I do writing from time to time on my computer.

Oh, so we do different kinds of art then! Take a look. I painted some flowers on the canvas.

(Goya shows a fresh painting with roses)

Liam Bourgeois: Pretty interesting, any ideas for the background?

Not yet, I’m afraid. I’m not sure how the sky will look like when I finish. Should I draw some clouds, perhaps?

Liam Bourgeois: Maybe small clouds perhaps.

(Goya draws a few small and fluffy clouds)

Much better. Thank you, young man. And… be careful if you see strange glitchy paint. It will awaken your worst fears… I don’t know how and luckily it appears to be rare, but it’s best to be forewarned.

Liam Bourgeois: Tell me more about the strange glitchy paint here.

Well, I got a commission from a client to paint him. He wanted me to use that glitched paint and I unfortunately suffered from nightmares because of it. Reliving my worst moments. I did finish the piece, though.

Liam Bourgeois: is the client aware of this?

Yes, but he didn’t seem to care about the side effects of the paint. Sometimes clients are just… difficult.

Liam Bourgeois: Anything else?

I don’t think so…

Boops nose. "Hello there."

Hello, young man. Careful. I’m all smudged in paint.

Liam Bourgeois: Who you might be and what happened?!

You booped me. My name is Francisco Goya. I was a court painter for the Spanish royal family.

I am still a painter, so I get… frequent stains on myself. This is a side effect of my job.

Liam Bourgeois: An artist, I do writing from time to time on my computer.

Oh, so we do different kinds of art then! Take a look. I painted some flowers on the canvas.

(Goya shows a fresh painting with roses)

Liam Bourgeois: Pretty interesting, any ideas for the background?

Not yet, I’m afraid. I’m not sure how the sky will look like when I finish. Should I draw some clouds, perhaps?

Liam Bourgeois: Maybe small clouds perhaps.

(Goya draws a few small and fluffy clouds)

Much better. Thank you, young man. And… be careful if you see strange glitchy paint. It will awaken your worst fears… I don’t know how and luckily it appears to be rare, but it’s best to be forewarned.

Liam Bourgeois: Tell me more about the strange glitchy paint here.

Well, I got a commission from a client to paint him. He wanted me to use that glitched paint and I unfortunately suffered from nightmares because of it. Reliving my worst moments. I did finish the piece, though.

Liam Bourgeois: is the client aware of this?

Yes, but he didn’t seem to care about the side effects of the paint. Sometimes clients are just… difficult.

Boops nose. "Hello there."

Hello, young man. Careful. I’m all smudged in paint.

Liam Bourgeois: Who you might be and what happened?!

You booped me. My name is Francisco Goya. I was a court painter for the Spanish royal family.

I am still a painter, so I get… frequent stains on myself. This is a side effect of my job.

Liam Bourgeois: An artist, I do writing from time to time on my computer.

Oh, so we do different kinds of art then! Take a look. I painted some flowers on the canvas.

(Goya shows a fresh painting with roses)

Liam Bourgeois: Pretty interesting, any ideas for the background?

Not yet, I’m afraid. I’m not sure how the sky will look like when I finish. Should I draw some clouds, perhaps?

Liam Bourgeois: Maybe small clouds perhaps.

(Goya draws a few small and fluffy clouds)

Much better. Thank you, young man. And… be careful if you see strange glitchy paint. It will awaken your worst fears… I don’t know how and luckily it appears to be rare, but it’s best to be forewarned.

Liam Bourgeois: Tell me more about the strange glitchy paint here.

Well, I got a commission from a client to paint him. He wanted me to use that glitched paint and I unfortunately suffered from nightmares because of it. Reliving my worst moments. I did finish the piece, though.

Boops nose. "Hello there."

Hello, young man. Careful. I’m all smudged in paint.

Liam Bourgeois: Who you might be and what happened?!

You booped me. My name is Francisco Goya. I was a court painter for the Spanish royal family.

I am still a painter, so I get… frequent stains on myself. This is a side effect of my job.

Liam Bourgeois: An artist, I do writing from time to time on my computer.

Oh, so we do different kinds of art then! Take a look. I painted some flowers on the canvas.

(Goya shows a fresh painting with roses)

Liam Bourgeois: Pretty interesting, any ideas for the background?

Not yet, I’m afraid. I’m not sure how the sky will look like when I finish. Should I draw some clouds, perhaps?

Liam Bourgeois: Maybe small clouds perhaps.

(Goya draws a few small and fluffy clouds)

Much better. Thank you, young man. And… be careful if you see strange glitchy paint. It will awaken your worst fears… I don’t know how and luckily it appears to be rare, but it’s best to be forewarned.

Boops nose. "Hello there."

Hello, young man. Careful. I’m all smudged in paint.

Liam Bourgeois: Who you might be and what happened?!

You booped me. My name is Francisco Goya. I was a court painter for the Spanish royal family.

I am still a painter, so I get… frequent stains on myself. This is a side effect of my job.

Liam Bourgeois: An artist, I do writing from time to time on my computer.

Oh, so we do different kinds of art then! Take a look. I painted some flowers on the canvas.

(Goya shows a fresh painting with roses)

Liam Bourgeois: Pretty interesting, any ideas for the background?

Not yet, I’m afraid. I’m not sure how the sky will look like when I finish. Should I draw some clouds, perhaps?

Boops nose. "Hello there."

Hello, young man. Careful. I’m all smudged in paint.

Liam Bourgeois: Who you might be and what happened?!

You booped me. My name is Francisco Goya. I was a court painter for the Spanish royal family.

I am still a painter, so I get… frequent stains on myself. This is a side effect of my job.

Liam Bourgeois: An artist, I do writing from time to time on my computer.

Oh, so we do different kinds of art then! Take a look. I painted some flowers on the canvas.

(Goya shows a fresh painting with roses)

Boops nose. "Hello there."

Hello, young man. Careful. I’m all smudged in paint.

Liam Bourgeois: Who you might be and what happened?!

You booped me. My name is Francisco Goya. I was a court painter for the Spanish royal family.

I am still a painter, so I get… frequent stains on myself. This is a side effect of my job.

Boops nose. "Hello there."

Hello, young man. Careful. I’m all smudged in paint.

bal-masque-des-grands-chapeaux

@davidnmarat (David) & @headlessgenius

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Félicitations ! The stars of the evening have chosen you as dance and conversational partners for the waltz and/or quadrille. This thread is for you two to at least talk to each other and either get along or don't get along in an entertaining way.

The entrance to the ball may be found here, with more information and activities to partake in.

We would suggest describing your mask and greeting as a good starting point. Bonne chance !

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Here are some Out Of Character things to keep in mind:

lesamisdupeuple

Unlike his grumpy companion, a certain Flashy Peacock radiated enthusiasm ever since production of his suit began.

Indeed, as is was just an usual thing to him, he spent the last days consumed by a frenetic devotion to his craftmanship, which could be seen in every brushstroke that made up his jacket. A wild base, with strokes of emerald, indigo and teal paint, which served as a background for the delicate gold and blue details of his tailcoat, which abstractly assimilated the feathers of his gorgeous bird.

In itself, such feathers, in a more concise way, would make up his mask... And what looked like small pom-poms to represent his crest.

With surprising energy and vitality, it would move throughout the place, until it ended up finding a certain wearer of the underwater mask.

Oh my, my!

Will it be you who will accompany me during this evening, mon ami?

(( @headlessgenius ))

“It seems so… I believe my mask represents a… kind of shrimp? It is grotesque and terrifying, so I quite enjoy it.”

Goya chuckles.

“Shall we dance now?”

lesamisdupeuple

David would laugh, while he happily takes Goya to dance. Without waiting for any confirmation, I would guide him in a way that was a little... Clumsy, but overly enthusiastic.

Oh, but you have no idea how long it's been since I was in a proper ball!

Neither have I, for a long time… I was too deaf to follow the music…

(Goya adjusts the device on his ear)

lesamisdupeuple

I understand, I understand...!

That's really unfortunate, but it's good that we can now enjoy the little things...!

To tell the truth, art has always enveloped my life... And maybe that was the reason why I ignored important things and... why people mostly found me unbearable.