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[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

[elegiaque]

It does help that Jenin drifts so deliberately; if it would have taken Gwenaëlle longer otherwise to catch it, they're both spared the extended pause before she surrenders her hand, pleased enough to do so. And then looks closer, as they step out into the less than sophisticated dance floor—

“I know you,” she says, pleased, almost immediately followed by: “I do know you, don't I? How do I know you?”

[triamour]

"I feel much the same," A laugh answers. "It is the way of these parties, I think."

Earnest, and as pleased. As if she doesn't know that the former Lady Vauquelin loathes them.

(It is, in its roundabout way, an answer: The late Comte Vauquelin is not a widely-mourned man; his pursestrings, another matter. They had been well-compensated for the wreckage of the violin.)

"They run so together, if one is not careful," The purse of lips as they begin. "But I am tired of caution."

[elegiaque]

“Oh, you've come to the right place, then.” Riftwatch in general and Gwenaëlle in particular, yes; caution is not exactly their calling card, here. She's not sure what their calling card is, come to think of it, or whether or not she actually wants to. It seems the sort of question to which there can be no flattering answer.

The Inquisition's overall reputation probably went up, slightly, when they separated.

“And here you might not even get a knife between your ribs for the trouble.”

You know, unlike Orlais.