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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

[hassaran]

Daring, [ is Yseult's vote as she enters from one of the bedrooms, ] For both of them. Give the assembled gossips more entertaining stories to fix on. [ She glances at Bastien and then Alexandrie, a brow lifted in search of their opinions on manipulating the fickle attention of their countrymen.

She's fully dressed (having had the benefit of Darras's assistance) in a yellow gown that is flattering but to a trained eye merely a simplified facsimile of the fashion of two or three years' past. Hardly daring, but appropriate for the wife of a wealthy but at best upper-middle-class merchant from staid Starkhaven. She appears to have come in search of assistance with her hair--dyed a vibrant and surprisingly plausible red for the trip for reasons she has not explained--only half up and several clips and pins in hand. ]

[cozen]

Daring, [ Bastien echoes agreeably. He crosses one leg in pursuit of leaning in closer to Athessa's face and sketching around one of her eyes. When he's done, it will suggest the idea of a half mask without going quite so far as to slap the outline of one on her face, with asymmetrical rays to match the sun motif on her dress. ] Although Monsieur Silver's face is already so crowded, [ with hair, you know, ] we will have to stay simple, or it will become a mess. No one will be able to find his eyes.

[sulahnan]

[ Staying still has never before been so difficult. Even as she tries to move just her eyes, her head tilts ever so slightly with them. ]

Just paint on more eyes, then.