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]

"Powerful and imposing...I can work with that." Korrin smirks a bit, glad to give those tailors more direction. hopefully the sooner to get them off her back and focusing on someone else's faults. "She's thinking of a pale blue dress, though I don't want to match that exactly. Pale blue doesn't do me any favors, and--wait, who's your escort?"

[fleurdesel]

"How do you feel about crimson? They contrast nicely." Sleeveless, red, fitted bodice- it'd be remarkable to see. "You would make a most striking pair in that case."

Crimson or gold, now that she thought on it. "Mm? Ah, Martel. One of the rifters- he is a dear friend to me. Which is...something of a surprise considering how we met."

[gatheringstorm]

"Hm...highever weave? I always liked that fabric." She has it accenting her dragon armor, though a chance to wear it in something less martial would be interesting. The name of Martel gets a vague nod of recognition, though she's never spoken to him one-on-one. "Oh? Why is that?"

[fleurdesel]

"He grabbed me by the throat when I attempted to brush his medallion out of the way to heal a wound on his chest." Offhand, easy, without the same tense fear with which she'd spoken of the same threat from Unger. "Held, more like, as he did not actually squeeze. It was distressing none the less. We've...moved past that."

[gatheringstorm]

All thoughts of fabric and colors is forgotten as Korrin stares in horror at Adelaide's tale. Now that she knows what want on at the White Spire, the image is even more horrific. There's a flash of temper in her eyes, and it's undoubtedly a good thing Martel isn't there at this very moment, but she refrains from losing it or her volume control. "Good, because he and I would have problems otherwise. As long as you're alright now...."

[fleurdesel]

Adelaide reaches up to rest a hand against Korrin's shoulder. "We have moved past it. I did not expect to do so but- it has been months and he has since proven himself trustworthy. Consider, also, that he'd been impaled by a large sword before falling through. I cannot blame him for being out of sorts."

Maker knows she would be if it ever happened to he and she woke more or less whole and hearty afterward.

[gatheringstorm]

The tension begins to leave Korrin's frame and she nods slowly, listening to this unlikely turn of events. "Andraste's ass...alright, I suppose I can't either. That's some spectacular timing, to have the rift be responsible for saving his life, more or less."

[fleurdesel]

"A fantastic coincidence." Or an awful one. She's not about to question either, now that she knows the story. Nor is it hers to share. "You should find something to use to decorate your horns- perhaps braid into your hair as well. That would be lovely."

[gatheringstorm]

Turning her thoughts back to the soiree, Korrin nods as her mind is along the same lines. "I have horn sheathes; I just usually forget to wear them. Or maybe I'll get new ones made. I still have more silverite from Emprise du Lion than I'll ever know what to do with."

[fleurdesel]

"Now that would make a statement. The nobility of Orlais haven't often seen people like you- it'll dazzle them." More than enough that they might keep their unkind thoughts to themselves.

[gatheringstorm]

"If it dazzles them away from saying the usual shit I hear, I'll consider it a victory. Not that it'll ruin my night if they do, I'm more interested in dazzling someone else." Her grin leaves no doubt as to who, of course. Those nobles can side-eye her all they want; it won't matter as long as she has plenty of dances with Leliana's new 'Antivan' bard. "I'm sure she'll be dancing with everyone she can, though, and so will I. So, save one for me."

[fleurdesel]

"Can you imagine their faces? Word would get back to my family, no doubt." She considers it for a moment before shaking her head, smile curving on her lips. "Why not? They gave up their right to judge almost three decades ago. I will be pleased to share a dance with you, Rinot."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin flashes a grin at that, then feigns horror. "The elegant Orlesian noblewoman, dancing with a 'savage Qunari'? How will you ever overcome the scandal of it all?"

[fleurdesel]

"If I am fortunate? I won't." She is a mage and as such the company she keeps? Is hers to mind and hers alone. Even if she ought to do a better job of minding them.

[gatheringstorm]

That gets her to laugh...and then she sighs, when beckoned forward. So commences hours of boredom and Orlesian criticism. "Wish me luck. The sooner this is done with, the better. For my sake and theirs."

[fleurdesel]

"Remember. Imposing, sleeveless, fitted bodice, you wish to appear powerful." The rest? They will sort out. Adelaide honestly is looking forward to whatever it is that Korrin winds up with- it'll be lovely at the very least.