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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

[inkindled]

"Depends. If I say yes, are you the type to report me? 'Cause if you are, then no, I was fetching wine to--that man. Over there."

Matthias points out a random face in the crowd (it might be anyone's, he's not looking, he's focused here. He'd felt his fortune turning. It was all locked in when she'd sort of joked back at him--then the offer of the lift up had been the final seal. He knows how this works. He takes her hand, his grin going a few notches more toward confident.

Once he's on his feet, he dusts himself off, then crouches to gather up the lost cups and empty jug.

"Or maybe I was bringing the wine over to you and did a really shit job of it. Which one're you more likely to believe, d'you reckon? I'm Matthias," he adds. A bit of a tack-on, but there's nothing to be done about that. "So you know who to blame if anyone gives you trouble over your skirt."

[radiosa]

"Osana," she responds, and begins to hold out a hand, and then decides that's redundant when she's just helped him up and lowers it, and then decides no, actually, a handshake is a separate thing, with a separate meaning, and holds her hand out again. "So you know who to blame when they come for you."

The wine authorities. The diplomacy police. Whoever would be responsible for disciplining young men who run away from dances with arms full of alcohol and destroy young women's clothes in the process.

[inkindled]

Matthias snorts, as they shake hands. It's a good handshake. She's got a decent grip, which is always to be admired. It's how someone first comes to know you, a handshake. Want to be certain you're showing the best and firmest.

"I'd not put any blame on you." Maybe it seems like loyalty--and maybe it is, a little fledgling thing, easily earned from Matthias. He does take some of the power out of it when he goes on: "Don't want to risk getting knocked about by any angry boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever term you'd prefer. It's a danger that comes with spilling wine on dresses and then somehow putting the blame on the person wearing the dress. Not that I've ever done this before."

With a little grin, he stoops to look into the jug. "Barely enough to fill an acorn cap. If I go off for more, d'you want some?"