A Very Official Party

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Division leaders and everyone who signed up
WHAT: The leaders + the viscount are throwing a very fancy party to introduce Inquisition people to Hightown nobles and prove that they aren't demons
WHEN: 29th of Harvestmere (day before Satinalia)
WHERE: Some mansion in hightown
NOTES: OOC post!

The mansion of the hightown noble tasked with hosting the party is tastefully decorated for the event.
There's a few references to the approaching Satinalia here and there, but it is clearly not a costume
party, and none of the nobles are wearing masks. Tomorrow they may done their costumes, but for now,
it's important for the Inquisition for faces to be be seen.

There's plenty of food to be had, either on a table off to a side, or via one of the servants carrying
around trays, filled will little snacks and glasses of wine. Inquisition guests will be forewarned
that while they are not prohibited from drinking--It would, after all, look super sketchy if the
entire Inquisition abstained from drinks--they are under no circumstances to become intoxicated.

The other guests are the nobles, who look like an indecisive mixture of excited, gleeful, and
terrified. There's an air about them as they chatter amongst themselves that they are currently
engaged in something quite thrilling, if dangerous. Talking to the rifters! Possible demons, right
before their eyes! They clump into their own groups for the most part, but as the party starts in
earnest, braver souls will begin to peel off from the others to go inspect the guests and speak to
them. As the party winds on, the groups will slowly begin to disperse and mix with the Inquisition
freely.

Inquisition guests are, naturally, encouraged to approach these groups or individuals directly.

Closer to the end of the night, the division leaders will break off from the rest of the party, and
along with the Viscount, make their way off to a private room to converse on how the affair has gone.

Try to behave while they're gone (and in general) or you might find yourself facing a list of the
worst jobs Petra could concoct the next morning.

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[exequy]

During one of Beleth's stolen moments, when her gaze is all intense and watchful, Kostos catches her eye. He doesn't particularly mean to. He'd be perfectly fine catching no eyes whatsoever, from anyone, all night. But here he is: standing in a corner, dressed all in black (save some subtle patterns, enough to show taste but not to draw attention), wine in hand, eyes caught.

He doesn't blink. He raises his wine glass to his mouth and slowly swallows the entirety of its contents without breaking eye contact.

It won't be a problem. It's his first glass, and he holds his liquor fine. The worse case scenario is that it will lower his inhibitions enough for him to leave his corner and act like a normal person, sort of, maybe. He's just trying to send a message.

It's her fault he's here.

[arlathvhen]

Beleth watches Kostos calmly from over the lip of her own wine glass, expression completely neutral. It's only until after he's finished his glass that she tips hers up to him in a mock-toast, and then, expression still neutral, blows him a kiss.

Satisfied, she turns away. Bye, scrub.