Open: Party Preparations

[madame_de_fer]

WHO: Josephine, Vivienne, OPEN
WHAT: Preparing the Inquisition for the Soiree
WHEN: 15 Guardian to 14 Drakonis (about a month's span before the event)
WHERE: Skyhold, varies
NOTES: * Josephine is the hostess of the shindig. Matters regarding invitations, guest lists, admittance, entertainment, food, or general complaints/suggestions should be directed to her.
* Vivienne has personally invited three tailors from Val Royeaux to assist with clothes making for the attendees. She is available to assist with design selections and/or advice on how to behave.
* YOU are open and invited to grab your nearest and dearest CR to complain about the party, ask for a date to he event, complain you have nothing to wear.
* Belinda Darrow has donated from her own private purse to the cost of clothing which people could otherwise not afford.

The Orlesian tailors arrived in great state, bringing with them a cadre of servants, workers, and snotty attitudes. They hate everything. It is cold in Skyhold. It is damp. Everything smells of wet dog. The working conditions are abysmal. The food is criminal. There's not a damned thing they don't complain about, except for the piles of coin they stand to make from this soiree. Yes, they are more than content to build a fortune with exclusive work that will be seen by some of the aristocracy's finest.

Harritt apparently doesn't much like them either. They've taken over his Undercroft with their fabrics and threads, designs and opinions. Oh they have opinions. He stays to one corner, attending his work, and grumbling under his breath about the poncy cheesesniffers.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin snorts and crosses her arms, unimpressed. She glances over the tailors, eyes narrowed. "Just so we're clear, try that and I'll be feeding you to the waterfall." She doesn't mean it. Probably. But are any of them truly reckless enough to test her?

Turning back to Kaisa, she just shakes her head. "How much longer do you have to stand like that? All those pins and crap, it'll drive me mad. I just know it. What's so bad about wearing armor instead, anyway? Armor is dignified, if it's repaired and polished."

[unbrokenoath]

"Aw, c'mon, Korrin. You'd look like a giant cream puff." Kaisa grinned, starting to burst into giggles, only to get thwapped by an attendant trying to measure her shoulders. "Isn't that what you want to look like at a party? I know that I'd be more attracted to cream puffs than any of the nobles that are going to be at that party." At least cream puffs didn't try to talk circles around her.

"I don't know--Not too much longer, hopefully. But hey, think of the upside: Maybe there will be a really hot noble and you can scandalize--Oh! Shit, you're taken, arentcha. Well, I'll tell you what, you let me know if you see anyone worth scandalizing Orlais with and I'll take care of it--Or wait. We're supposed to behave." She hums thoughtfully, ignoring the horrified expression of the tailor. "Shit. Maybe I should've stuck with Warden armor after all."

[gatheringstorm]

The thought of being dressed like a giant cream puff has Korrin narrowing her eyes in a 'don't you dare' look at the tailors. If any are dumb enough to follow through with such an awful suggestion, they'll all regret it. Besides, Korrin has vague plans, none of which include cream puffness.

"Nah, that's not nearly revealing enough. And we don't have to be completely angelic, you know. Orlais has a shit-ton of scandals all on it own; anything done that night will be a drop in the bucket. Tell you want, I'll send someone not insufferable your way -if there is such a noble- but I want a dance first. I'm taken, not dead."