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]

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.