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faderift2016-07-07 07:08 pm
faithstarved) wrote in faderift2016-07-07 07:08 pm
[OPEN] Throw some glitter;
WHO: Andra, the Surviving Sparrows, and anyone who wants to PARTAY
WHAT: That party that was supposed to happen a month ago let's just pretend the fliers said beginning of this month shhhh
WHEN: Solace 10
WHERE: the Sparrow encampment in the valley
NOTES: post is a little image and text heavy. Feel free to NPC refugees helping out or Sparrows, or if you want me to NPC a Sparrow let me know and I will but they're mostly just moving around here to enhance everyone else's experience. There are only 13 of them altogether, but they move around a lot, and there are refugees helping. Otherwise this is open, have fun with it and party until the booze is gone!
WHAT: That party that was supposed to happen a month ago let's just pretend the fliers said beginning of this month shhhh
WHEN: Solace 10
WHERE: the Sparrow encampment in the valley
NOTES: post is a little image and text heavy. Feel free to NPC refugees helping out or Sparrows, or if you want me to NPC a Sparrow let me know and I will but they're mostly just moving around here to enhance everyone else's experience. There are only 13 of them altogether, but they move around a lot, and there are refugees helping. Otherwise this is open, have fun with it and party until the booze is gone!
Since the notice went up in early Justinian, the colorful encampment belonging to the troupe of bards and mercenaries has been a flurry of activity, bringing in casks of wine and ale, clearing the open land, and erecting tents even more elaborate than the ones they live in. The week before large fire pits are built up around the area, and merchants stop by regularly and leave with less goods but looking particularly satisfied. Any curious on-lookers attempting to get a look into what the Sparrows are putting together will either be put to work or shooed away and told to come back later.
On the day of, any who turn up are welcomed.
Tents
Two large tents are erected to offer additional shelter from the elements, as well as a place to relax and enjoy conversation or anything else. They are lit dimly with lanterns and candles, and warmed with carefully contained fires. There is seating in both, as many pillows as the Sparrows could beg, borrow, or steal as well as logs stripped and polished to cut down on splinters. A few musicians rotate throughout the day playing music within the tents, and others mill about, offering conversation or drink to any who look lonely or too sober.
Fires
There are several fires built around the area the Sparrows have claimed as their own, flames kept high to stave off cold and offer additional lighting in the evening. People are welcome to congregate around them, and they are regularly tended by one Sparrow or another.
Food
Some may consider the food the main event, anything that can be cooked over a fire pit welcome game, as well as anything the kitchen was willing to pitch in. The Sparrows are a multicultural group, and that is evident in the food being offered. There's a little something for anyone, from Ferelden to Par Vollen. Those doing most of the cooking, oddly enough, are a qunari with broken horns and a dwarf with tattoos on her face.
Music
Throughout the encampment music can be heard. A space has been cleared and stamped down for dancing, and a regular stream of musicians, both from the troupe and not, are featured. If someone wasn't approached or didn't approach the Sparrows prior to this event but feel compelled to join in, they are not turned away.
Dance
During both day and night throughout the clearing if there's music, there are dancers. Several are professional, trained to dance and that is the purpose they serve within the troupe. Those offering performances rather than just dancing to the music as they see fit keep away from what has been designated as general dancing space, although there are a few who will be seen dancing in the crowd as well. If anyone were to ask for instruction, they'd be all to happy to accommodate those people.
Fire Dancers
As night falls a different sort of dancer emerges, with fans and sticks and poi, wreathed in flame and dangerous if it weren't for the grace with which they perform. These performers keep away from anything flammable, and other Sparrows will be quick to drag back anyone who gets too close, as it could be dangerous for the dancer and onlooker both.
Andra
As the leader of the Sparrows Andra can be seen regularly circulating throughout the tents and open areas. She's checking on her people, as well as their guests, making sure everyone is enjoying themselves, and offering the history of the Surviving Sparrows for anyone curious as to the origins or purpose of the group. This is perhaps a recruitment exercise although whether anyone of significant talent is in this dump remains to be seen.
She'll stop and talk to anyone who catches her eye, smiling warmly and introducing herself right off.
II. Drinking
She didn't spend all the coin and favors to not partake in the alcohol and food brought in, and when Andra isn't circulating she can be found either by the cooking area or in the tents, drinking and flirting with anyone who gives her an opening. Far be it for her to not enjoy herself too.
III. Dancing
Though Andra isn't one of the performers of the day, she enjoys dancing and the music played by those in the encampment is perfect for dancing to. She moves with a liquid grace, honed from years of practice within the troupe, as well as years of dancing as a child in the Alienage. She loves to dance, and the smile on her face as she moves around other bodies, attempting to loosen them up and enjoy the music a little more, doesn't wane.
Anyone seen attempting a stiff Orlesian dance may be interrupted, however. This is not the kind of music for that nonsense.
IV. Pyrotechnics
Early in the evening Andra disappears into her tent, only to reappear later dressed in a tighter outfit than the loose dress she's been moving around in throughout the day. She has two unlit poi on chains, which after finding her position and calling the broken-horned qunari (Pol, is his name) to stand guard she lights the balls. It takes a minute for her to build the momentum required, but soon enough the tiny orbs of fire are spinning and arching around her body in motion, light from the flames catching on her skin and the few jeweled adornments she sewed into her outfit for just such a reason.
She moves with the same grace of earlier dancing, although this time it's carefully calculated, deliberate, and it's clear one false move and she could be in trouble.
She dances for several minutes, concentration written across her features. When she's done the poi are dropped and quickly extinguished, and a sheen of sweat glistens across her skin.
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You've done it now, Andra. You somehow got Church talking. Now you will regret it. Even as he stuffs something foody in his mouth. "So is this like you're trying to raise money or just some free charity show for the Inquisition's sake?"
Sorry this is so late RL ate me
"We've had a rough time, my crew and I felt that a little levity was in order. As for the name, I'm afraid I didn't pick it, really. But no, we are not Crows. They are contract killers. We are performers." As well as contract killers depending on who is paying, but really they're no where near the Crows in terms of assassinations.
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"Andra!" Pure delight rings out in her voice when she hurries over, curls streaming behind her, long loose skirt flapping as she makes to embrace her. "This is wonderful! There's never been anything like this at Skyhold before!"
The soiree reminded her of one part of home but this reminds her of the much more fun parts, the way parties in taverns spill out onto the docks and the ships, or how the ships meeting at sea drop anchor together so the crews can mingle.
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"That is the idea. Things seem far too serious here, some days!" Far be it for anyone to mistake Andra for a serious person, even in association. She would rather have a good time than buckle down and be serious, though she knows the necessity of both. Right now, Skyhold needs a good time.
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"How did you manage to do all of this?" She's impressed, probably verging on astounded; the soiree was grand but dull the way fancy parties are, and there's one thing in particular that she's already excited about. "I mean fire dancers?"
Pyrotechnics/Circulating/Drinking mashup
Later on in the evening, Inessa is pleasantly mellow in one of the tents, a glass of spiced wine in one hand. Her other is occupied with rubbing her mabari's belly. "Such a good boy, Garahel. You've behaved yourself well tonight...."
Hearing footsteps, she glances over and perks up. "Oh, hello! You were wonderful out there."
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"Thank you! It's amazing what ten years of practice can accomplish," she grins, before spotting the mabari, and her face truly lights up at the sight of him, her hand stretching out so he can sniff her. "Oh hello there, handsome!" Fereldens.
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"Well, now you've done it. A little attention and he'll be clamoring for more. Am I right to assume you a Fereldan?" The accent seems right, but Marchers across the sea are usually not that different. And she stares thoughtfully, getting the nagging feeling that this woman is familiar but not seeing how.