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[heorte]

WHO: ellis and wysteria, with very special guest, fitz
WHAT: hiding from a party
WHEN: cloudreach
WHERE: a secluded estate in ostwick
NOTES: this is literally just hijinks.

The coat closet is of a comfortable size, large enough for several people to retrieve their garments comfortably at the end of a gathering. It is not, however, equipped to house two individuals for a long period of time, which is why Ellis is still leaning against the door frame with one hand resting on the handle. There's no lock, but so far they've been left undisturbed.

In the lull following a long recitation of Wysteria's opinions on balls in general, Ellis venture, "We should try to check on Fitz."

Who is not present in the coat closet, and presumably somewhere out in the main hall. There's no specific danger, other than the menance of small talk and overly familiar nobility. He'd thought Fitz would have been on his heels, and yet—

"You're sure no one's expecting an actual engagement to be brokered here tonight?"

Considering how wrong they'd gotten the rest of the mission, it's probably good to make sure they aren't accidentally bartering Fitz away to their host's third daughter.

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[heorte]

There's a trick to drinking without actually drinking. Ellis has mastered the art of swigging slowly, tipping a bottle just so. He doesn't think Wysteria would care, but the companionable action of passing the bottle back and forth isn't something he wants to mar.

"I'd dance with you, if you'd like to venture out of this closet," he offers, to avoid telling her he'd rather preferred being plunged into a complete disaster of a battle in Nevarra than try to navigate what sounds like a costume party. "So would Fitz."

Without consulting Fitz, though Ellis can't imagine he'd object to being volunteered.

"You can hold onto that offer until this year's Satinalia."

[heirring]

"It is an exceedingly kind one to make, Mister Ellis, but if it is all the same to you I'd much rather hold on to it until then rather than take you up on it this evening. If I'm to be stuck dancing with friends for the whole evening, I would much rather it be done among a whole party of them than among a room otherwise quite full of strangers. The former seems a great show of familiarity and camaraderie and general good spirits. The latter is-- well, a bit sad. Besides," she says, leaning forward to fetch back the bottle once he's allegedly taken his swig from it. "We've gone to all this trouble of hiding out already. It would be a shame to waste it and have to find ourselves a second hideaway. The last time I passed the time inside a closet, it wasn't half so roomy as this one. Why look, I might even extend my leg all the way out without disturbing you."

She demonstrates accordingly, and can indeed straighten her leg along the line of hanging velvet cloaks and fine leather coats and so on.