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[cozen]

WHO: Bastien, Athessa, Alexandrie, Darras, John, Marcoulf, Petrana, Yseult
WHAT: A small apology tour slash charm offensive.
WHEN: Vaguely Drakonis
WHERE: Val Royeaux
NOTES: OOC post.

Background: Riftwatch is in Val Royeaux to make it very clear that they support the Orlesian military and Exalted March and definitely do not condone desertion or harbor deserters. This is necessary because someone in Riftwatch (Bastien) helped someone in Orlais (Vincent Suchet) who was harboring deserters, including, nearly, the son of the Baron and Baronness Auvray. They take a lot of pride in their family's history of valiant military feats and were on the verge of being horribly embarrassed by the whole ordeal before they managed to turn it around and paint it as an insurrectionist conspiracy that tried and failed to lure their son away from his duty. Enough circumstantial connections to Riftwatch came up during Suchet's quick and dramatic trial that the rumor mill went a little wild, so now everyone is here to tame it!

Except Bastien, who's here to put his fake printer name back on and tell some solid lies to the Chancellor's office when they ask him what the deal is, to ensure there's no real non-gossip trouble, and then to have a little bit of a meltdown. 👉👉

Comments

[sulahnan]

His pride takes a little of the edge off her nervousness, which lets her meet his amusement with a quick yikes face when the lieutenant can't see it. Then it's just a matter of incorporating what Bastien demonstrated into her movements.

"Are you sure you don't know this dance?" The lieutenant asks, all twinkly eyes and perfect posture. Athessa looks at him under an arched brow.

"Am I not stepping on your feet enough?" She asks, too soon for her brain to consider that maybe she shouldn't say that. "Sorry." His laughter, melodious and rich, drowns out her apology, though. Earnest, like he's positively delighted by a witty joke, or a trick the host's dog just did.

Next chance she gets, she looks for Bastien again, using a combination of her limited bard sign (the closest thing she can get to broadcasting an endless stream of question marks) and mouthing I don't know what I'm doing. It's more a request for reassurance than rescue, though if she doesn't get the former she'll settle for trying to make him smile until she has to pay attention to her partner again.