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

[elegiaque]

“If you decapitate anyone and get blood on either of my dresses, I will take your other fucking eye, Iorveth,” but Gwenaëlle delivers it so placidly she presumably doesn't expect to actually have to make good on this threat. That doesn't mean she wouldn't try, if he got blood on her nice dresses. She's prepared to accept that the fine things she gives him may not stay that way, but she's protective of her own.

Nevermind that her first concern in the event of Iorveth beheading one of their compatriots should probably not be whether or not he makes a mess. She's relatively confident he's not going to, and that it wouldn't be anyone she liked or thought useful, anyway.

“And, for the record, the amusing thing about this is that it's very unlikely anyone is going to die for anything that happens tonight.”

Note that she doesn't say it's definitive they won't. Just unlikely.

[sulahnan]

Athessa leans forward, eyes glittering with interest and fixed on Iorveth.

"What did you use to decapitate him? Did you have to hack at it a lot, or was it easy?" She may have her own fair share of fighting experience, but most of it is of the non-lethal variety once you get out of the realm of animals and hunting. And even when thinking of the exceptions to that rule, she can't think of a time she's ever spent the time to behead someone. Stabbing, yes. Slicing, slashing, kicking off of high places, sure. She even somehow managed to divert a man's sword back into his own belly once, and jam it further home with a swift knee to the pommel.

"Did you crush the neck bones, or just go between them?" A perfectly reasonable conversation to be having at a pretend society dinner.

[inkindled]

Somewhat bewildered, caught between uncertainty and vague awe, Matthias hands over his fork. He's only half-conscious of doing so. Iorveth and Gwenaëlle are cool, very cool--it's not cool to brag about the murders you've done, that's beyond try-hard, even if it's true--and it's probably true, right, even if the way Gwenaëlle talks to him makes it sound like it won't happen--but then again, who hasn't done something, right, maybe not decapitating someone at a feast but something still, and if we all went around bragging about it no one could get a word in edgewise--but they're cool, so he's still listening.

And watching Athessa, who is very engaged. This is what she's into? All right. Matthias tries to adjust himself in his chair to also look cool. Folds his arms over his chest. Gwenaëlle is looking the blithest of their group, so he does his best to mimic her.

"Wish someone would nearly die, at least," he says, trying to sound blase and disaffected, "just to, you know. Lighten it all up. Decapitation is a bit dramatic, but something smaller. S'ppose we could fake it, maybe."