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

[tactical_alert]

"And yet you seem overly observant." Man though but who invited Killjoy McBroody to the party? "I don't particularly enjoy a party as much as the next fellow, but even I've been attempting to be social. Any interaction that doesn't end in imprisonment or murder seems like a good place to start."

[exequy]

So not this one, then, Kostos thinks but does not say, because there are some lines he won't cross—as a Loyalist, as someone who prefers not being dead, and as a man who will be in trouble and/or have people Disappointed in him if he causes a scene—and obliquely threatening a Seeker, even as a joke, is one of those lines.

"Excellent advice," he says, in a flat sort of way that probably isn't very promising. "You've clearly missed your calling as a finishing school instructor. Thank you."

He's back to scanning the room. Where is Beleth. (She's the one who made him come. Take it up with her.) He's never going to forgive her, and he needs to glare at her so she knows it.

[arlathvhen]

Somewhere in the distance, Beleth has a warm, fuzzy feeling, like Kostos is suffering particularly egregiously. Creators bless.