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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

[aforethought]

"It's free, innit?" So: Plenty good. "All this is. Can't figure why no one would skip out."

Of course she can. Stubborn is as stubborn does, and it's only another streak of that to bring her here now. In this crowd, bitching would make her as much a joiner as curtsies and bows.

This way comes with a decent meal. She beckons Derrica closer, offers the bottle.

"Hold this, will you," She has to fish in her own pockets, clinking as they are with purloined utensils. Habit, more than anything; she doubts the Duke sprung for silver. "That why you came? Reckon you'll get put on some list?"

[tender]

"Hold this" doesn't necessarily mean an invitation to sample, but Derrica lifts the bottle to her lips anyway. It's a small sip. It's enough to know it's decent wine, better than she'd had at sea.

"No."

A beat. Derrica tips the bottle a little as she relents, shrugging.

"Not really. I was a little concerned about it."

She'd always been that way, wanting to be good, hating being scolded. It's just that the stakes are higher now. How well would she be received into this group that was meant to do so much good if she'd started off digging her heels in?

"But I mostly thought it'd be easier to get the measure of everyone this way. Simpler to take it all in if the entirety of the Riftwatch is all in one place, isn't it?"