OPEN | Bon anniversaire, nos vœux les plus sincères ♪

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Evie, Lexie, their CR, and anyone else who feels like Partying Hearty on someone else's dime
WHAT: b u r s d a y
WHEN: 22nd of Justinian
WHERE: the De La Fontaine apartments in Hightown
NOTES: quality sisterhood, a lot of booze, a 100% chance of embarrassing parlor games in which one is required to kiss inanimate objects or try to bargain for ladies gloves or recite poetry or sing or do whatever other party trick you have that you've never gotten to showcase.

please threadjack each other atrociously (unless otherwise noted). ♥

Had a certain hot-house blossom hurricane of a sister not decided to join Geneviève in Kirkwall, the Chevalier would most likely have let the day pass— as she had before— without overmuch note. Alexandrie, however, takes after their Lady Mother when it comes to extravagant parties and will not be satisfied without a certain level of celebration on the occasion of their shared natal day. Given that the two women are currently sharing the Hightown apartments both rented and renovated by their architect father and that there will be a party happening there, it seems that this year Evie will be celebrating her birthday.

To this end, there is a not insignificant amount of alcohol and seemingly self-replenishing finger foods both sweet and savory. The household staff that came along with the twins to Kirkwall may be small, but all have been with the family for over a decade at the least and are prideful in their service both in representing the De La Fontaines and, in what has become an even more cosmopolitan city since the installation of the Inquisition, Orlais.

Those who need particular invitation have been particularly invited, and the rest of the Inquisition has been duly informed by crystal. Let's do this.


A Party in Several Parts:

I. Sister Sister (closed to Lexie and Evie): Look, Evie, if you don't let her get you fancy, what even is the point of Lexie coming to Kirkwall anyway. Should we bicker about dresses? We should bicker about dresses. Let Emile put your hair up for the Maker's sake, and please borrow her best set of pearls, she knows they look good on us. Honestly if you don't accessorize you'll be very sorry when she convinces everyone to play Le Créancier or a rousing and heartily impertinent game of strip Vingt-Et-Un and you don't have anything to take off but your shirt.

II. Blood, Bond, Besties, and Beaus (closed to fambly/CR): Those personally known by the twins have been informed of an earlier time to join them for what will be a slightly more intimate gathering. Gossip, catch up, bemoan the lack of society here, pregame the rest of the Inquisition appearing, listen to Lexie show off on harpsichord before she gets too tipsy for 64th notes, show off yourself, play cards, lounge. L o u n g e!

III. Party Time, Excellent (OTA!): The festivities are in full swing by this point, and throughout the night somehow there are still more of those little darling sandwiches, and there always seems to be another cask of something. It only happens once a year, right? Appreciate the apartments, let an inebriated Lexie dress you up, go find some secluded corner with someone you've had your eye on, play ridiculous parlor games. Speaking of whiiiich...

IV. Le Créancier (OTA! One thread for this one!): Eventually, Lexie is going to want to play a game. The rules, she explains, are simple: someone will be chosen to begin as the creditor, and they shall approach another player to collect the debt owed them. A number of kisses, perhaps, or a segment of verse, song, dance, show of acrobatic prowess, a piece of truth, a dare, anything else your terribly clever minds can concoct. The debtor must then argue with them, appeal to their better nature, or attempt to otherwise evade the collection. Hold fast, creditor! In the end, the debtor must either acquiesce or protest that they are entirely insolvent and offer some accessory or article of clothing— worry not, all shall be returned— to be accepted in its stead. The debtor then becomes the creditor and approaches another!

[OOC: Anyone who wants to play, drop me a line on plurk/discord/journal message me so I know who all is available to be picked. If you have something you'd particularly like your character to be asked to do (a talent they're shy about but that you'd like to see them get to show off), let me know! Start that ship! Surprise everyone with your character's virtuosity! I'll make sure everyone's coordinated. 8D Shine on, you crazy diamonds.]

Comments

Geneviève De La Fontaine

[bouclier]

i (for Lexie)

Evie doesn't entirely mind the dressing up. She's done it several times perfectly fine on her own without Lexie's help since coming to the Inquisition. She's a Chevalier, she knows how to show up.

That being said, there's some mild complaining from her about the ostentatiousness of the attire for a party celebrating their birthday (not even a milestone!) in her apartment. She doesn't dress up to sit around and drink!

She wrinkles her nose at the third pair of earrings she's had thrust upon her, shaking her head.

"These weigh twenty pounds an ear, do you want me to have earlobes hanging down to my feet? Is that your true reason for being here, to stretch my earlobes so I trip on them and fall to my death?"

ii

Evie is comfortable in sitting in her favorite chair, with her third glass of good wine, watching the people milling about her apartment. It's strange to see other people occupying a space which she has so comfortably settled on "her own."

She's cordial enough to people that she doesn't know who have shown up for Lexie's benefit, and she's a little more jovial towards those she does know, but overall this is pretty obviously not her idea.

i

[coquettish_trees]

Who on earth doesn't dress up to sit around and drink?

"Twenty pounds!" Lexie exclaims in response, "How strong I am to wave them about so!" Which she does, in an elaborate dance, on her way to replace them with a fourth prospective pair. "But yes," she calls back over her shoulder, "you have caught me at my game. While you were gone, I became a Bard, and alas, I have been paid a very handsome sum to murder you— my own dear sister— through the most insidious and dastardly means possible: fashionable accessories." Here the new pair is held up by Evie's ears for her inspection. They're certainly smaller than the previous, but still more to Lexie's taste.

II

[judgemewhole]

He appeared at her elbow somewhere in the middle of the private gathering, and passed her a glass of wine, along with a whisper. "I have been ordered to dance with you, as your sister attempts a matchmaking scheme worthy of any of the high balls in Orlais. How are you, dear Evie?"