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[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Loki, Lexie, and everyone whose situational cost-benefit analyses came up benefit somehow (or got ignored)
WHAT: the dubiously legitimate wedding of Lord Loki of House Asgard and Lady Alexandrie de la Fontaine and some totally unpredictable fallout
WHEN: Pre Elf Times
WHERE: Hightown
NOTES: Questions? Find us! (Loki: hikuswing, Lexie: shaestorms)

Post-fight part of the log in a couple of days! ♥

Comments

[untiltheyarent]

A wry smile is quickly schooled into a pleasant expression, which becomes exceedingly less so when she lowers her hand to display a blossoming black eye.
"I've had worse," she says, giving a little flinch as the table shudders, "...I think. How does it look?"

[heirring]

Oops. If Wysteria blanches (she does), then she rallies to cover for it with extreme grace (no she doesn't.)

"Oh, you can hardly tell at all that I struck you at all. It's really perfectly all right after all."

[untiltheyarent]

The look Fifi gives her is skeptical at best, but she doesn't push the matter; it's not like Wysteria did it on purpose, after all.
"Good," she says blandly, not even pretending to believe her, and leans down to peer out from under the tablecloth again.

"At some point we might want to run," she observes, "...but not at the moment."

[heirring]

Wysteria, sensible young lady that she is, twists after her. She doesn't quite get to the point of leaning down to peer under the edge of the tablecloth, but it's an awfully near thing if the tip of her head and the general incline of her upper body are any indication. No, stop that. You don't need to poke your head out to get a good look at the chaos.

"Is there a particular point at which you think it might be a better idea to make a run for it?"