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

[judgemewhole]

"Thank you." He states with mock-primness, azA&6 smirk curving around the edge of his lips. He might just be taking the piss with you, Beleth. "Well, from what I have seen, you're doing just that. In a few more degrees than you might believe."

He folds his hands together, his own look softening as he murmurs. "Oh no, whatever shall I do? Next thing I know, you'll be having me dance as well."

[arlathvhen]

The warm smile turns into a grin at that, and Beleth has to duck her head bashfully for a moment. She's well aware that she's blushing, but she's not sure she particularly minds. "Well, I certainly wouldn't force you to, but if you wouldn't mind..." She knows that this is work, and she shouldn't spend too much getting chummy with other members of the Inquisition, but--surely a dance couldn't hurt.

Is this flirting? Are they flirting? Maybe they're just being friendly. Really friendly. Why is it so hard to tell? Ughhh.

[judgemewhole]

This time, it's him who feels the flush to his ears, and he straightens slightly. Then he bows, from the waist, with as much elegance as he can muster even though he feels as stiff as a board with nervousness.

"I would be delighted, and wouldn't mind a bit."

[arlathvhen]

Beleth isn't sure if she should be pleased, or a mess of nerves. Maybe both. Definitely both. It's okay, she's the Scoutmaster, a bard, and very respectable, she can do this without making an idiot out of herself. So she holds her hand out, and bobs her head, a small smile on her face. Just ignore how many other people are in the room.

"You honor me, Ser Norrington. Shall we?"

[judgemewhole]

She looked up at him, and offered her hand, and he felt that spark in his stomach. That one that reaches in and grabs him by the chest. He bows slightly, and wraps his fingers around hers.

"I believe we shall, Madame Beleth."

And he starts them towards them to where the band was playing.