[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

[thorndergod]

"What is happening here?" Thor stands in the doorway, smile gone. He had come up for a warmer cloak, still not used to the chill of the south, and instead he has found the Scoutmaster in his brother's suite of rooms, setting things on fire? Or perhaps snooping where she shouldn't be, considering Loki's penchant for traps and snares and tricks.

He casts, spreading ice around the room while still standing blocking the door. They are in no danger as of yet and he is not certain he wants to move out of her way.

"You have a very odd view of how to relate to people." The smoke is now mostly steam, ice melting and dripping on the floor. Loki may be annoyed later by his valet's room being a mess, but at least it did not fully go up in flames. "You have people bar me from re-entry to the Gallows when you have given us rooms, you go through the things of people who have offered to be allies, those are not acts of alliance or hospitality."

Perhaps it's because she's an elf. He can't exactly expect nuance from her, and people have unfortunately let her think she could actually be a leader when elves are... not particularly gifted in that area.

"Do you wish to attempt to offer an explanation?"

[arlathvhen]

The face that looks up at Thor is not one that looks particularly leaderly, to be sure. Big purple eyes, filled with tears, stare at him in startled fear. She doesn't try to move past him, and in fact moves out of the way so he can have more room to cast, gesturing shakily at the ablaze chest--which is probably not exactly needed. It's rather hard to miss. But she doesn't seem to calm down enough to speak until she's sure that the house isn't about to go up in flames.

Despite herself, her first words are: "You weren't barred, we were under quarantine. There was a plague." It's hard not to feel rather irate at that particular point. But. That's not going to get her out of this without getting murdered or--whatever he can do to her. What can he do to her? Write to the Inquisition maybe, though she can't imagine they'd scold her for anything besides getting caught.

Still.

"I was s-supposed to meet your brother. In, um. His room." She sniffles, looking around the now slightly icy room. "This is his wing, isn't it? I thought it was his room. But he told me to fetch something from the chest, for. Ah. After the party. In his room." She gives a meaningful glance at Thor, here. Don't make her spell it out. Her cheeks redden slightly as she goes on, and she glances away, fingers nervously tugging at the sequins on her sleeve. "Unless he has tastes that are...very eccentric, I think there was a mistake. All there was in there was personal hygiene products. I started looking for what he asked, and...it burst into flames...?"

She rubs a hand against her sleeve, eyes downcast. "This is mortifying. Why does this always happen to me? Every time I try to meet with someone--anyway." She clears her throat quickly. "I am truly sorry about all of this. I don't know what I did wrong. But I clearly did something wrong. What a mess..."

[thorndergod]

There'd been an elf telling him he wasn't allowed in, which was... barring, in his books. Thor frowns at her, wondering why she's not acknowledging the shifting around in regard to that, but it's something to speak with Loki about later.

"You did clearly do something wrong." This is not the Scoutmaster he'd met previously, which is something to mull over. Subterfuge would be within the skillset of that division. The only question is whether she was acting then or she's acting now, and he doesn't have enough information to say either way. He'll not really put much past Loki.

"You went through things that you were not supposed to. My brother does not casually leave traps about. If he sent you in here, he gave you clear directions and you know what you did wrong." A beat. "I will go get him and tell him that you did not find what you were looking for."

Thor doesn't tend to concern himself in his brother's escapades, far preferring to avoid any thought of them. But he's not pleased to find someone snooping about and he wants to see her reaction to this.

[arlathvhen]

Joke's on you, Thor. Both of them are an act.

When he tries to lecture here, Beleth is torn between her indignation and having to look chastised to fit with her story. Luckily, the two mix into a believable look of sullenness, which could be an appropriate reaction for being told off like that.

"If you must," Is as reluctant as she allows herself to be, not wanting to attract yet more suspicion. At this point, it's impossible that Loki won't find out what had happened. "Send him my apologies, please. And let him know that if he wants to, ah. Continue our...discussion." Here, she looks meaningfully at Thor. Wink wink, nod nod. "My office is always open."

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki is...not recalcitrant, but not far from it, when Thor draws him away from his conversation. He listens, petulant in an idle, impatient way, and eager to return to bragging with the rich of Kirkwall as he drinks Antivan Brandy and shows off his new (albeit humble) abode. When Thor gets to what has happened, eventually, Loki's whole demeanor shifts dramatically.

The spymaster had been sorting through a trunk that caught fire? The only trunk bespelled with a silent flame rune was the one that belonged to his valet. His valet who was currently--well, nevermind what he was doing. Loki could not assuage his brother's concerns (and that was certianly the priority here, Beleth be damned) by being actually attentive so he swallowed around the sudden thread of panic in him and rolled his eyes.

"You offer to bed one elf if they can find the lubricant and, gods help me, they can't even get that much right," he complains and walks with Thor from the room. He passes his glass to one of their new servants and moves to the stairs at his usual gait.

"You can come with me to scold her if you like, we should present a united front when being affronted, but this was a rather more personal instruction she violated."