[ OPEN ] Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Adelaide, Suitors, Spectators
WHAT: A series of disastrous encounters
WHEN: Throughout Cloudreach
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: OOC POST.

The last day of Drakonis brings a familial attache to Skyhold. François is a stern, formal, and unyielding man at the beginning of the month- hounding Adelaide to make certain she meets each appointed suitor, one for lunch, one for dinner, chaperoning the meetings in hopes of finding a suitable match for the sole single LeBlanc. It becomes rapidly apparent that despite his best efforts, it is for naught. Adelaide, despite being forced into moderate finery and made to sit and bear the company of these men, is less than amused and determined to at least get some paperwork done between meetings. Or during if the conversation is that dull.

The set up for each, unless the suitor has his own mind about the matter, remains the same. Simple and elegant, a table in the garden that is public enough to not be improper, private enough to not invite undue observation, and comfortable enough to suit their needs. The meals are as fine as François can manage with Skyhold's resources and the coin provided for the meetings, each accompanied by Antivan or Orlesian wine. As the month progresses Adelaide's temper grows short and François' patience goes thin. Deviating from the Dossier is not recommended but- desperate times? Desperate measures.

He starts seeking out the clean and respectable looking, dragging them to the table and plopping them in the chair and instructing them to talk, for the love of the Maker.

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SUITORS

[fleurdesel]

[ Names that found their way into the Dossier, they will all be coached on what François knows to be Adelaide's preferences ( consult Adelaide's info sheet for details ), informed of what the LeBlanc family's connections can do for them, and if they do not have any real finery of their own with which to make a stellar impression- a swift makeover of sorts at the man's hands. They must, after all, be presentable. ]

DESPERATE MEASURES

[fleurdesel]

[ From the third week on François grows harried and desperate, the formality and pomp of the earlier suitors coming to naught. He starts grabbing clean and respectable individuals to sit in vain hope of finding anyone that Adelaide will agree to. They get the same abbreviated conversation about Adelaide's preferences, the Family's finer points and benefits. Highly abbreviated. At the end of the month he's simply asking who wants a free meal and won't mind sharing it with a mage. ]

SPECTATORS

[fleurdesel]

[ Want to point and laugh? Ask what in Andraste's name this mess is all about? Have some words with Adelaide about how there are better things to do? (She knows, Maker, she knows, she's stuck with this mess and cannot untangle herself from it so easily. Come, speak, mock, or commiserate. ]

Because you know, James.

[judgemewhole]

[James managed to make it almost a whole third of the way through the month before Francois managed to pin him down, and it was through no little effort of the man. James had seen the posting on the first day and then proceeded to be nowhere convenient to be found for almost ten days to save himself from ... well, a truly awkward situation for himself and Adelaide.

On the tenth day, however, Francois caught him coming out of the baths and there isn't much you can do when someone steals your clothes and will not give them back until you agree to have your assigned .... 'courting'.

So there he is, freshly scrubbed and looking all the more grumpy for it, glowering at Francois as he steps inside, and then slams the door in the man's face. With. Great. Emphasis.

Then he turns towards Adelaide, and states frankly.] My Lady LeBlanc, I wish to let you know that I have not been avoiding this meeting because I find you unattractive or not marriage material. In fact, the opposite on both measures. I want to make it clear that this was not my idea because I knew it how much discomfort it would bring you. Clearly, that matters little to that ...

[He glowered at the door.] Snippet of a matchmaker out there.