[open + closed]

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow, Benedict, Brother Gideon, Bfifi, Bmado, you??
WHAT: June catch-all
WHEN: Justinianish
WHERE: around and about the Gallows
NOTES: Individual character starters below, hit me up if you want something specific.

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[bouchonne]

At first, By doesn't understand. But then Alexandrie shrieks, and it takes a moment, another, and then -

Ah, yes. Now he recognizes those shapely legs. And he laughs aloud.

"It seems," he says, just loud enough to be heard over the lively music, "we'll owe her rather more than a common glass of wine after this."

it's britney bitch

[untiltheyarent]

The opening number concludes, giving way to a pantomime act, which gives way to a (mediocre) comedian, and so forth. The dancing girls rotate in and out of various acts, always in a different costume to better complement the main focus; sometimes they're Orlesian comtesses, sometimes they're scantily-clad Qunari with wooden horns-- and Fifi, in her second appearance, ironically becomes part of a glittering rift, waving about bright green scarves as set dressing for a slapstick comedy trio capering on the topic of, naturally, Riftwatch. (It's all in good fun.)

She disappears again for several more acts, but when she reappears again it's to shimmering violins, her white, knee-length dress and mask adorned with crane feathers, her feet in pointe shoes. The routine she performs is balletic and graceful, titillating in its way (they're at a cabaret, after all) but clearly choreographed to showcase technique rather than physical assets.

When she scurries offstage again, the lights come back up and the chatter in the audience returns as well. The performers slip out from behind the curtain to mingle with the guests, which brings Fifi, still in her white ballerina attire, at last to her table of VIPs.

She curtsies to them in greeting before stepping forward to pluck up the wine glass set aside for her.

[cozen]

The untouched wine glass, important to note, since she appeared in time to stop Bastien from taking a defiant sip. And sometime during that lull between her performances, he'd slipped away from the table and come back with a little bouquet. It's a fourth of a much larger bouquet, actually, being clutched elsewhere in the audience by a young man with stars in his eyes over some other member of the chorus. He was distracted and lovesick enough that Bastien probably could have plucked flowers out of the arrangement right in front of him without asking and not been stopped.

He did ask, though. No one is going to come looking for stolen flowers. The little bouquet needed rearrangement and something to tie it—a group project—and now it waits on the table.

"You are magnificent," Bastien says, standing for her, "and so sneaky."

[coquettish_trees]

Alexandrie has a great love of flower arranging, but a greater desire to see what Byerly's hand at it looked like and so had pushed that particular task delightedly on him whilst producing and deftly rolling one of her delicate handkerchiefs to tie it together once he'd finished.

She's reaching to fuss at the way the bow flares for the fifth time when Bastien gets to his feet, and the task is immediately abandoned to join him with such alacrity that the movement of her chair is undignifiedly audible even over the noise of the room as she turns to greet Fifi with a look of joyful abandon.

"Brava, Vulpesse! Magnifique!"

[bouchonne]

No great shock: Byerly's flower arrangement is altogether gorgeous, because he so often shows a talent for things when it seems to him that showing that talent is worth his while. Stunning ability, grace, and glorious sneakiness are all things that merit his appreciation, and this evening, Fifi has shown all three.

He doesn't get up, or say anything - but he does present the flowers to her with his eyebrows raised in a clear expression of well done, I'm damned impressed.

[untiltheyarent]

"Merci," Fifi murmurs with a smile almost too shy to be on the person who just flashed her thighs to a crowded room, but her eyes are sparkling with delight as she accepts the bouquet and draws it to her nose.
Breathing in the scent of the flowers, she sinks down into the chair that was always meant for her, legs folded on one side of it, and rests the bouquet atop the table so she can take another sip of wine.

"I'm glad you came," she offers, seeming rather tongue-tied; her face is covered in powder and rouge, but somehow she still manages to blush through it.
"It's nice to have someone in the audience."

[cozen]

“We would have been here sooner,” Bastien says, confident he can speak for all of them in this, “if we had known.”

He sits again, then gives Alexandrie a cheerfully suspicious look.

“Unless you knew.”

shame sign: i had this open in a tab but hadn't posted it

[coquettish_trees]

"Moi?" Shock! Bastien, how could you. "Mais non, I knew nothing. I am innocent." Looking over at Byerly, to see if he believes her perfidious: "The proof is that I was not shrieking excitedly on the way here."

"But none of that is important," she waves it away and turns to Fifi, "for I must know right now whether or not you have been performing regularly and not telling—" her gesture says Me!, her mouth says, "—anyone!"

[bouchonne]

"Not telling her, she means," By corrects cheerfully, and then offers his wrist to Alexandrie for a light slap.

[coquettish_trees]

Which is dutifully provided to him, albeit with a light caress at the end and a look of "exasperation" (fondness) out of the corner of her eye before she looks back at Fifi.

[untiltheyarent]

"You'll be glad to know, Madame," Fifi replies, crossing her legs as she nurses at her wine, "that this was my Kirkwall premiere. All you've missed are rehearsals."

With a self-effacing smile, she shakes her head down at the table.
"One doesn't have to be too old to age out of this business, but they've been gracious enough to let me dance with them."

[cozen]

“Gracious,” Bastien echoes. The word might have been scornful in its skepticism, but he’s too good-natured for that, so it’s simply disbelieving. “They have been blessed. You were the best one up there—no offense to them. They were good. But you.”

Magnificent.

He raises his glass to her and adds, as an afterthought to the praise, “Happy Birthday.”

[bouchonne]

Byerly nods emphatically and toasts as well. Definitely the best.