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[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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[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.