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 can't bring herself to disagree with Belinda's general statement. Solas had been invested in the Inquisition since the very beginning, around the time she had joined. Departing abruptly seemed odd, but he must have a purpose.

She offers a wry smile and nods at mention of the mountain pass. "Oh, I know. It never seemed as arduous as that very first time, but I can't say getting used to it makes the path any more pleasant. I just have to keep reminding myself that at least we have more than tents here, and things like an actual tavern...and a crafting place, however co-opted at the moment."

Glancing around, she sighs, then her gaze lingers on a bolt of ring velvet. "That might suit you. The deep green would be a nice contrast to your hair."

[embracelight]

"That's right! Something pleasant at the end of the journey. You can be welcomed by a drink, friends, and a warmer place than you just came out of." Belinda always looks on the bright side.

Her gaze shifts over to the fabric and she smiles. "You think? My mother always wanted me in powder blue. She said it looked nice with my hair too. I don't think I've ever worn ring velvet before."

[gatheringstorm]

"I'll drink to that, sometime after all this." Belinda's ever-present perkiness gets a small smile out of Korrin, who can't help but start to like this woman despite her Templar background. That idealism might well be crushed in the times to come, but for now, it's a welcome respite from the tension everywhere else.

"There's a first time for everything. Besides, the tailors seem to be fashion snobs without compare. If they think it unworthy I'm positive they'll let you know."

[embracelight]

"That's true. Though I'm still unsure if I should go. And I shouldn't make them go through all the work of a fitting if I'm still undecided." No need to make the tailors even more cranky, right?

"But I'll be around after your fitting, so you can show me the hot springs."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin nods and gives a thumbs up. "Absolutely. I'm going to need it after all this--" And then she sighs as one of the tailors gestures toward her impatiently. "Wish me luck...for their sake as much as mine."

[embracelight]

"Good luck! I'm sure you'll get something beautiful to wear." Belinda smiles warmly, hoping to bolster Korrin's spirits a little so she doesn't feel so much like she's walking into battle.