[Open] A Proper Party

[thorndergod]

WHO: The brothers Asgard and everyone else.
WHAT: Loki and Thor throw a party for everyone.
WHEN: Right after the quarantine is lifted.
WHERE: The Asgard Estate in Hightown.
NOTES: Loki gonna Loki, probably other things. Directly corresponds to this rookery post.

The new manor has come a far sight from where it had been, cleaned and updated significantly, but the aesthetics are still in keeping with Kirkwall standard...mostly. The exterior features a large iron scrollwork fence with matching gates, currently flung wide open, and a cheerful array of fresh floral decorations. Beyond the gates there are a number of hedges, bare but thick enough that once spring has properly taken over, they will likely be shaped into large living sculptures. There are a few torches scattered among the flora, but they lead toward the front of the manor.

The building's superstructure has not been overtly altered, but there are several exceedingly Tevene touches. The front doors, once made of hardwood, have been wholly replaced by a pair extremely detailed, solid, white marble doors. The fittings are all custom made, snake themed, and plated in gold.

The interior of the building is far more obviously Tevinter styled. The floors are the original wooden, polished to a mirror shine by the staff and bedecked in places by rugs with complex woven designs and thick piles. The foyer is well lit by a series of gold, wall-mounted sconces, and a large chandelier made of serault glass with a distinctly magical light-source in the center.

The staff, all elven in matching black uniforms, are waiting just inside the threshold and are ready to assist anyone who requires it. First and foremost they will offer to take any coats and curtsy with proper depth to anyone who passes by.

There is still some construction going on, deeper in the house, but it is up the grand staircase and beyond the realm of the party. Occasional hammer-falls resound from upstairs but they can only be heard if one is being very quiet.

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[hwaaaitsme]

Loki, dressed in some of his more presentable finery, is swanning about the hall with a cup of carved in one hand and the other gesturing to and fro as he greets people and speaks. Unfortunately, since this is his and Thor's party, he has taken to ordering his drinks in the fashion to which he is accustomed. Shattering the first few glasses had made the staff jump, but now it was old hat.

The only real courtesy he offered the staff was that the ice cups were enchanted to evaporate immediately upon being shattered. It was, after all, too cold here to depend on the water to clear itself away before it damaged the floor.

"You there, another," Loki demands idly and holds his hand out for the glass. He does not otherwise interrupt his current conversation with one of their neighbors.

[untiltheyarent]

Idiots both, but at least the blond one is more pleasant about stomping all over everyone. The greasy one is... well, the one who comes to mind when picturing someone from Tevinter.

Heaving a small sigh through her nose, Fifi takes the literal two steps it requires to get to the drink table, picks up a full glass, and takes two steps back to place it in Loki's hand.

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki takes it from her with some grace and then, quite casually, waves her off as if she had never been there in the first place.

"As I was saying, the view will truly be spectacular come summer--" Loki continues, gesturing at the gardens. His conversation partner humms and haws as the Tevinter noble rambles about his house and brags about the contents. Rich people talk, really. It is, by in large, excruciatingly boring to listen in on.

It is some time before they require another servant but when they do, Loki makes motion for Fifi.

"You, are there any more of the Orlesian petit cakes? Fetch some for this gentleman, would you?"

It is not actually a question.

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi's name is 'You' now, and she's accepted it. Strolling back over with a pleasant-but-bland smile, she shakes her head. "Pardon, messere, but there are none left," she replies, with a nod of acknowledgment to the guest who's being slighted.

[hwaaaitsme]

Where a normal nobleman might've taken exception to this, might've demanded she check the kitchens, Loki simply frowns at his guest and puts on an apologetic affect. It's pretty convincing.

"Ah, a shame, but you know how it is with delicacies and parties," Loki replies to the man, twisting this small inconvenience into an additional chance to showcase his obscene wealth. He doesn't dismiss Fifi this time and, instead, motion that she follow as he leads the man toward the smoking room.

"In the kitchens, past the cellar doors, there is a stock of fine brandy. Do bring a bottle out for us."

[untiltheyarent]

In part, Fifi is relieved that this means she doesn't have to rat out Thor as the perpetrator and risk being caught between Stupid and I'm With Stupid in a cake-provoked feud.
Instead, he wants her to follow him, something she does with well-concealed trepidation until Loki's intentions are made clear. "Of course, messere," she replies, with a small curtsy, and goes to find it.

Returning several minutes later with the bottle and two glasses, she curtsies again and begins to set them out.

[hwaaaitsme]

By the time she returns both Loki and the neighbor have taken seats in the smoking room. They are comfortably chatting about obnoxiously plutocratic things and take the brandy from her as she pours it. They ignore her curtsies which, by all rights, probably means she executed them very well. She is neither acknowledged nor dismissed for several minutes as they chat and drink.

When Loki finally addresses her again, it appears that remaining in place was the ideal move.

"Fetch that box of cigars on the high shelf and the cutting punch from the sideboard," he orders and regards the man at his side. "There is no point in having Antivan cigars and not sharing them over a glass of brandy, is there?"

What a tool.

[untiltheyarent]

All things considered, being ignored means it's a good day. Fifi is almost out of the room when she's addressed again, and she is able to conceal the tiniest of sighs when she stops in her tracks and turns to face Loki and his guest.

"Yes, messere," she says with a weary smile, and goes to do just that. All the while, remembering her conversation with Beleth, she listens; it's unfortunate their conversation is so boring, or perhaps she could pick up something worth reporting.