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

[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.