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.

Comments

[limier]

It'll take more than a pleasant party for that sort of declaration, she suspects — but Wren will settle for the impression of manageability. The Inquisition’s mundane personnel have done enough to call it into question.

"Mme. Ashara handled herself in Halamshiral," Where a certain proximity of elves was to be expected, their context familiar. Even so, "And has seen much in the days since. I trust she will make use of her estimation."

Low as it’s likely to be. That’s its own form of cover: One needn’t require affection to be seen for a steady (a steerable) hand; that Ashara equips the trappings of humanity tonight softens her to well-bred eyes. It will evoke disdain from some — but that itself may aid an otherwise difficult image.

Wren has never had the patience to play dim. Of all the stones she might cast at Ashara, that will not be one. The girl’s shown she can swallow her pride to purpose.

(The truth of that purpose, the instinct towards naked self-preservation, these are other matters. Not to be spoken aloud.)

"Tell me, have you been acquainted with Enchanter Elris?" Bitterness requires outlet, she’ll not begrudge it of Inessa, but it might be put to use. "I believe I saw him enter."

As though an attache would get out of this.

[circleprodigy]

Inessa nods at mention of Beleth, her thoughts along similar lines. Elves are always underestimated, Dalish or alienage-born. She doesn't count that the Scoutmaster can be clever enough to use that to her advantage. It's not Inessa's own style, but she can certainly understand it, and support its use.

Whatever she's about to say to that is forgotten as she arches an eyebrow. "We've met, yes, though I haven't seen him tonight. I wasn't searching for him, however, so he might have been overlooked. Why?"