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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

ilias + iorveth

[aenseidhe]

"I don't know any human dances and I don't want to."

That is the first thing Ilias's unfortunate dance partner tells him, while munching away at something he's stolen from the banquet tables, wrapped up in a napkin, because he's high as balls (you can probably smell burnt elfroot on him) and he has a serious case of the munchies.

It appears at least Someone put an initial effort into making Iorveth fit the assignment, having dressed him in some fine, loose white robes, but said robes have since been bunched up underneath layers and layers of weaponry strapped to his person - leather sword belts with holsters, a sheathed dagger at his chest, another thick leather strap holding up the holster for the long bow at his back, and the ornate quiver connected to it.

Let's not forget the fact he showed up to this farce with legitimate war paint on his face, because he's a twat and wanted to make sure everyone knew he isn't happy to be here parading around like a fucking tamed peacock. But hey, at least he brought snacks to the dance floor? "Crab cake?"