[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.

Comments

[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.