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Entry tags:
- ! open,
- { adelaide leblanc },
- { alayre sauveterre },
- { aleron darton },
- { alistair },
- { araceli bonaventura },
- { ariadne },
- { bellamy blake },
- { benevenuta thevenet },
- { bethany hawke },
- { cade harimann },
- { cassandra pentaghast },
- { christine delacroix },
- { dorian pavus },
- { ellana ashara },
- { gavin ashara },
- { hermione granger },
- { ingrid kief },
- { isabela },
- { james norrington },
- { jamie mccrimmon },
- { josephine montilyet },
- { kain highwind },
- { kallian endris },
- { katniss everdeen },
- { korrin ataash },
- { leliana },
- { leonard church },
- { lexa },
- { malcolm reed },
- { martel },
- { mia rutherford },
- { morrigan },
- { nerva lecuyer },
- { pel },
- { samouel gareth },
- { siuona dahlasanor },
- { taashath },
- { twisted fate },
- { vivienne },
- { zevran arainai }
Truth or Dare: The Imperial Court
WHO: Select Orlesian and Fereldan Nobility and the Inquisition
WHAT: Josephine and Vivienne have orchestrated a good-will soiree in response to this dastardly rumor.
WHEN: Drakonis 15, Evening
WHERE: Skyhold Great Hall
NOTES:
- A list of nobles in attendance can be found here. The list was provided by the mods but there will be no npc support for them. Play away.
- A secondary outside party is being held in the valley in the tent town for anyone who couldn't/wouldn't attend and/or behave in the fancy pansty party.
- The goal of the evening is to clear up a spurious rumor about Cassandra and Leliana, with secondary goals of establishing the Inquisition as a respectable presence in Thedas (and fish for more money). Any major disruptions that would Game Over the court approval should probably be brought to the advisors and/or mods.
To say that Josphine has far outdone herself with this little soiree would be the understatement of the year. The Lady Ambassador has pulled out all the stops in providing a festive and yet elegant stage for this political intervention. Because sometimes gossip can be more deadly than a sword.
The Great Hall of Skyhold has been converted into a grand receiving hall, glittering with hundreds of lights around the room, in addition to the repairs accomplished to the original chandeliers. Of course, there has been artful placement arranged so there are a few shadowy corners for rendezvous of the more suggestive nature. Just in case. The majority of the floor has been cleared for dancing, and a fine troupe of musicians have been installed for the bulk of the evening's entertainments. Some members of the Inquisition have plans to entice attendees with their own artistic performances in addition to the group of mages performing illusory tricks to oohs and aahs.
For those who feel their energy flagging, there are chairs set against the walls, with a few tables interspersed between. Servers hired for the evening circulate the crowds with wine, fine Orlesian and Nevarran reds as well as crisp whites from Antiva. Refreshments are set out on buffet tables, tasteful and extravagant nibbles, including imported cheeses, spicy saucisson, dried fruits and nuts, and the highly sought after deep mushroom and anise petits fours that are all the rage in Orlais.
WHAT: Josephine and Vivienne have orchestrated a good-will soiree in response to this dastardly rumor.
WHEN: Drakonis 15, Evening
WHERE: Skyhold Great Hall
NOTES:
- A list of nobles in attendance can be found here. The list was provided by the mods but there will be no npc support for them. Play away.
- A secondary outside party is being held in the valley in the tent town for anyone who couldn't/wouldn't attend and/or behave in the fancy pansty party.
- The goal of the evening is to clear up a spurious rumor about Cassandra and Leliana, with secondary goals of establishing the Inquisition as a respectable presence in Thedas (and fish for more money). Any major disruptions that would Game Over the court approval should probably be brought to the advisors and/or mods.
To say that Josphine has far outdone herself with this little soiree would be the understatement of the year. The Lady Ambassador has pulled out all the stops in providing a festive and yet elegant stage for this political intervention. Because sometimes gossip can be more deadly than a sword.
The Great Hall of Skyhold has been converted into a grand receiving hall, glittering with hundreds of lights around the room, in addition to the repairs accomplished to the original chandeliers. Of course, there has been artful placement arranged so there are a few shadowy corners for rendezvous of the more suggestive nature. Just in case. The majority of the floor has been cleared for dancing, and a fine troupe of musicians have been installed for the bulk of the evening's entertainments. Some members of the Inquisition have plans to entice attendees with their own artistic performances in addition to the group of mages performing illusory tricks to oohs and aahs.
For those who feel their energy flagging, there are chairs set against the walls, with a few tables interspersed between. Servers hired for the evening circulate the crowds with wine, fine Orlesian and Nevarran reds as well as crisp whites from Antiva. Refreshments are set out on buffet tables, tasteful and extravagant nibbles, including imported cheeses, spicy saucisson, dried fruits and nuts, and the highly sought after deep mushroom and anise petits fours that are all the rage in Orlais.
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For a moment she considers leaving him to his fate. But- only a moment. This is bigger than her distaste for him. Thus she sweeps in, white silk and glittering ice to curl her arm around his, hand resting oh so lightly upon his bicep. "Pardon me, gentlemen." She flashes a smile that is kind and on the appropriate side of friendly. "Warden Alistair- might I trouble you for a dance?"
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He doesn't actually come to a decision. He only realizes that saying no might make him look rude and ruin the entire point of enduring this conversation in the first place. And he can probably escape Adelaide much quicker. She already thinks he's rude.
"Of course," he says, and manages one last burst of indulgence for the noble. Enough to smile and nod his head in a vaguely bow-like way before stepping away with Adelaide and murmuring, "What's gotten into you?" It doesn't occur to him that he's being rescued.
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As though they are speaking of the weather her voice is light, friendly- almost. In so much that she can be as such to Alistair, which isn't terribly. She does not so much wait for him to settle in position as she does arrange his hands as needed and settle into the steady waltz. "I would not have you continue to do so."
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"I have a theory," he says, "that I can say whatever I want to whoever I want—" He catches one of her feet under his, but not with enough force to hurt. "—and they'll turn the conversation back to the Blight within five sentences. So far it's held." He looks down at his feet as if to check there won't be any further trampling. "I suppose we'll never know about that fellow now."
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Loathe as she is to render aid- for the greater good? She must. "Compliment their masks, speak of the weather, comment on the cheese platter. If asked after something you do not wish to answer- ask a question of your own."
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"Right," he says, "or," between brief bursts of attention given to not knocking into anyone else, "I could do none of those things." Except the question part. He likes that. Good advice. He'll never admit it. He smiles at her; it's no different from his usual goading smiles, the same kind he'd give someone in a sparring ring, but maybe to onlookers it passes as affectionate. Maybe. "Attend a lot of parties in the Circle?"
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"Or you could remain at Pel's side and support her legitimacy rather than stir up trouble for the Inquisition. Whichever you find most amusing." Or useful, but she is not about to speak on the merits of wardens being useful when she finds them to be anything but. "None quite so politically charged, but yes. Most of what I recall was advice I was given as a child, and therefore just about at your level of understanding."
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"You hurt me, Lady LeBlanc," he drawls, turning his attention back to her, and releases her with one hand to touch his chest. "Right here."
And right here is a cheerful foot trample.
"But if you think I can make trouble for the Inquisition, you're giving me too much credit." He grins. "Not to mention I'm handsome enough to get away with being eccentric."
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"If you think you cannot you do not know the weight you status holds. You are not noble but you are something of a hero out of sheer dumb luck. Why you do not make more use of that for the benefit of the Wardens is beyond me." Well, he is Fereldan. They do not think of such things. They do not truly seem to think of much at all beyond day to day life, mud, and dogs.
"And whoever has been telling you that you are handsome has been lying. Have you seen your nose?"
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The nose, though. Low blow. Lowest possible blow. It isn't enough to kill his defiant, distantly entertained spark, but Alistair's smile crumples into a disgruntled glare.
"You need to sleep more. You're cruel when you don't."
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It's funny how his face crumpling isn't...actually funny at all. She'd expected some manner of reply.
The nose is a low blow. She makes a mental note of that. "That was not cruel, that was fact."