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

[foxsays]

"Sirena and her bogs - do you know that after going to the Fallow Mire with what was most of the Inquisition, she went back? Willingly?" More fool Araceli for going with her to aid in wisp hunting. The shrug is helpless: what can you do when someone you love wants to go wade in murky stagnant water and reeds for their living? Korrin isn't here to defend herself, her girlfriend can tease all she likes with her fondest smile.

"Before some of us were off to collect the new rifters with the stay on the island then Llomerryn, Korrin was in Wycome." There's a hint of what sounds like regret on her part too. "I was meant to go there with her but as you said, things were busy and I know how to sail. She managed to meet us all in Llomerryn, catch the same ship back here."

[ragweed]

Kit's lips tug up into a white, lopsided smile at Araceli's teasing, and he chuckles some. They make a pair so oddly and perfectly suited to each other, he decides; they complement each other well.

"I'm glad she caught up with you," he tells her, and a look in his eyes shows that he means it, that it isn't just some trite platitude said because it's the polite thing to say. He takes one final drag off his cigarette, then puts out the cherry and flicks it over the balcony. "It was wearing on me, not knowing what was going on with Vandelin. I'm pretty sure he didn't tell me the worst of it, but I heard stories. Sea serpents and sod like that." He grimaces, rubbing his jaw, gaze gone distant.

[foxsays]

Considering Vandelin in his fine robes? Araceli could certainly say the same at least from the picture the pair of them have to paint together. She'll have to look when they rejoin the party, see what noble looks like they've swallowed an appetiser the wrong way.

"Emprise du Lion was worse, truthfully. The Winter Palace too. When it's what people can do to other people it never quite matches up to anything else after you've sewn up the sails, patched the hull, caught your breath." No one died, she thinks, mouth bitter as the wine she'd downed before finding her way out here. "Being able to see what the red lyrium does to the rest of the world that has no part in this war was painful, creatures suffering and driven to madness. We have serpents in my home. And krakens. But these beasts lashed out, the kraken especially was what forced us to stop in Llomerryn from the damage the ship sustained.

"Even the island had scaled cats. I didn't know cats could come with scales unless they'd gotten into the fish. I've been the one stuck behind and the one in a terrible place. Sometimes," she can't speak to Vandelin's reasoning but well, she'll hazard a guess as someone with a partner, "you say less because that person can't do anything. They'd want to but you're there and they aren't. They'll turn it over in their head. They'll worry. If they have another job to do what if you distracted them from it? At first it wasn't very clear how any of it was going to go right after we landed and got the rifters."