open | your baddest behavior

[cozen]

WHO: Alexandrie, Bastien, Byerly, and their captive audience
WHAT: Mandatory etiquette and dance lessons
WHEN: Justinian 15, 9:45
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: See the OOC post and IC announcement for more information! If you didn't sign up, you can still participate in Parts A and D, and just handwave the other two, without needing to sign up or get an assignment. If you want to do B and C, you can find your own dance partner/seating group OOC, or you can sign up now and we'll dole out new assignments if we get enough latecomers to do so. If you signed up and are missing from the lists when you shouldn't be, I'm sorry and please tell me!

disclaimer: event less fancy than pictured

Seating Assignments
— Table One: Gwenaëlle, Iorveth, Matthias, Athessa
— Table Two: Flint, Ilias, Darras, Med Seller, Yngvi
— Table Three: Julius, Thranduil, Anders, Brienne
— Table Four: Benedict, Colin, Valentine, Six, Derrica
— Table Five: Teren, Salvio, Bartimaeus, Osana
— Table Six: Freddie, Petrana, Kain, Merrill, Silver
— Table Seven: Yseult, Cosima, Steve, Inessa
— Table Eight: Sidony, Fifi, Nell, Fingon
— Table Nine: Thor, Nathaniel H., Solas, Skadi

Dance Partners
— Cosima & Nathaniel H.
— Athessa & Anders
— Teren & Flint
— Freddie & Bartimaeus
— Yseult & Darras
— Nell & Julius
— Merrill & Colin
— Skadi & Benedict
— Gwenaëlle & Solas
— Petrana & Salvio
— Osana & the Medicine Seller
— Sidony & Matthias
— Six & Thranduil
— Brienne & Valentine
— Fifi & Steve
— Thor & Fingon
— Ilias & Iorveth

Comments

[sulahnan]

Athessa is too uncomfortable in Gwenaëlle's loaner dress to not pay attention, though she otherwise would have been slouching back and rolling her eyes with boredom. It's not that the dress itself is uncomfortable, of course, just that it's...too nice.

And, according to what Alexandrie just said, too nice in more than one way.

The elf's brow knits, a frown tugging at her mouth and she makes a quiet sound of disgust. So I could have just worn regular clothes? She crosses her arms. Remembers the dress. Uncrosses them. Would've been better off dressing like a servant. Or a chair, better yet.

[bouchonne]

"Of course, sometimes you want to offend someone." Byerly looks phenomenally relaxed - sprawled in his chair, one elbow slung at an outrageous angle across the back, a wine glass dangling from his fingers. He doesn't have a mask, and doesn't have good posture, but does have an air of absolute and utter certainty.

"If you can provoke them into insulting you - in undecided company - ah, then you have so much power over them." He sighs fondly. "One time - you two remember this, I think - we were having tea out-of-doors, and I employed my knife to reflect the sun into the eyes of the Baron Almasi until he sprang to his feet and began bellowing obscenities at me. The Baroness felt such embarrassment over his poor conduct that she positively loaded me down with bottles of very fine wine to buy my silence. What a lovely week that was."

[cozen]

Bastien purses his lips into a smile of good-humored, mildly embarrassed disapproval—he remembers, it was fantastic. Byerly is serving his purpose, and Bastien's own purpose is to disapprove, this very small amount.

"Mssr. Rutyer is here to be a bad example," he says, "which you can follow if you like. If it is expedient." He gestures to him, open-handed, like a piece of art on display. "At the moment, for example, he is the only one drinking. In most situations, as a guest, if you are not confident that you know what is expected of you, you can cheat by avoiding being the only person who is doing any particular thing, or wearing any particular thing, or not wearing any particular thing."

Like shoes. Dalish.