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

[mythalenaste]

"Your arms are too beautiful to cover anyway." Pel is clearly in a good mood. She moves her hand over the purple velvet again. "Next time," she declares. "Next time, purple."

[gatheringstorm]

Aw, Pel. Korrin grins at that, maybe flexing a little just because, at least until the tailor makes her stop. "Knowing Vivienne, there will probably be a 'next time' sooner than you'd think. I wonder how much of a scandal I'd cause if I wore the same thing I will for this one." What, formal wear is formal wear. Nevermind that the assistants are already sending looks to each other and shaking their heads.

[mythalenaste]

"I've never worn anything fitted at all, till recently. Now, I'm experimenting. I can't say how successful."

Pel is wearing a flattering gown with a wide belt, though the neckline is very modest.

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin isn't one for gowns, herself, but she nods in approval at the result. "These tailors will find anything to complain about, so don't ask them. But I'd say it suits you, and keep doing it if that's what you prefer. Dressing to suit ourselves is more important than impressing their lot, anyway."

[mythalenaste]

"I do need to impress their lot. I want to convince everyone that the Dalish are a force worth acknowledging."

[gatheringstorm]

"An uphill battle, for sure." Korrin casts annoyed glances to the Orlesian tailors, having seen enough of Orlais' elite to suspect that the only people to impress them are their own kind. Then again, maybe Pel can do what others cannot. "Vivienne and Adelaide ought to know who among the guest list has the best chance of that."

[mythalenaste]

"Good thinking. I'll ask them both. Of course, whether the Dalish themselves can come into the Dragon Age remains to be seen. I'm proud of our culture. We don't need to be our ancestors."

[gatheringstorm]

She nods approvingly to that, though the tailor sharply corrects her so they can measure across her shoulders. Sigh. "Damn right. What culture Vashoth have is based on not emulating our ancestors, though when all we have to look back to is the Qun, that's not much of an example." If they had better examples to follow, Korrin could see more value in tradition...but she'd still favor Pel's notion of living in the present.