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

[doneisdone]

"Just a decade or so of civilization, by the looks of you," Teren intones without looking at either of the others, and takes a measured sip of her drink. "Now if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to be offputting." An eyebrow arches as her visible eye meets the stranger's: you're not fooling anyone, bud.

[reshapes]

The stranger meets that singularly¹ penetrating gaze with seemingly no comprehension whatsoever of its owner's meaning. In fact, give him just a moment and-- ah there, a flicker of distaste and offense passes over the wretchedly oily face.

"Little old me? That's not a very nice thing to say about a fellow dinner guest, now is it?" He sets Osana's half emptied wine glass back, jarring her needlessly straight flatware in the process. "But not to worry. I won't say anything to our merciless overlords this time. The first faux pas is free."

He gives Teren an exaggerated wink, then stuffs the entire slab of bruschetta from his plate into his cavernous red mouth.

1. Get it? Singularly. Because she only has the one eye uncovered. --Oh nevermind. No one appreciates the fine art of the pun these days.

[doneisdone]

"Well bless you for that," comes Teren's grumbled reply, and she takes another drink of her wine, because he won't be stealing that. "...but if you bring our table the wrong kind of attention, on your head it shall be."

[assistente]

Salvio's fear tints to a fearful revulsion as that great maw opens to receive the bread sacrifice. If it wouldn't attract attention, he would actually stand up right now, in order to distance himself from the chaos and carnage.

As it is, he pushes his chair back from their shared table. It scuds against the stone floor, producing a honk of mournful distress.

"Please," he says--quickly, quietly, furtively-- "This is not-- That is to say, you, we-- We do not need to have such-- If we could just get through this trial. Peacefully. Please."

Please, please, please, please please.

sorry hi

[radiosa]

The honk of Salvio's chair breaks Osana's silent fascination with how much their new arrival is able to fit into his mouth, and she starts, then smiles at him. She would like for it to be a reassuring smile, but the way her eyes slide right back to whatshisface with barely-restrained curiosity might limit the effectiveness.

"I'm sure it will be fine," she says. "Perhaps he is to test us."

She takes the wine glass he's discarded, riding an impulse to reclaim and protect it, but then realizes that that might require putting her mouth somewhere his has been, and settles for frowning at the rim.

[reshapes]

"Testing you?" Crunches the tobacco stained man, small crumbs hanging ominously at the corners of his wide mouth. "My word, what a welcome. This isn't the first time the three of you have done something like this, is it?"

He bats his pale, nearly transluscently blond eyelashes. It's somehow distinctly unpleasant.