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

[foxsays]

"Madame Vivienne." It's difficult to bow when someone has a tape measure cinched tight around your hips but she gives her best approximation. She's heard much about her but she knows better than to fully trust all rumours but still, this is a woman with a title, with a reputation, this is someone to whom respect should be shown.

The little smirk can't be helped because titsicles is still one of the funnier things she's heard here but she composes herself quick enough. "Korrin took the liberty of informing me of such things a little while ago, though I believe that my hand might make more of a statement than anything else." There's little mistaking the green shard after all, and dresses have no pockets. "This is your soiree, and the Inquisition has certain impressions to make, a united front doesn't necessitate a rather literally bared breast."

And she wouldn't have rifters like herself cast in the wrong light either, even if her own personal modesties could be gracefully described as 'lacking' or 'wilfully and cheerfully ignored'.

[madame_de_fer]

Vivienne nods, taking the job of providing input quite seriously. The shard should be a factor in making decisions. Not necessarily regarding the neckline, but certainly for the colors. "If you are feeling bold, you could accomplish quite the low neckline, and then mask it with lace. It looks more innocent than it is, but then provides a delicious little treat to anyone close enough to notice." There's a tiny smirk from her. "And then you can scold them for inspecting if you do not wish them to do so."

It's always about playing the Game and moving people how you wish.

[foxsays]

There are some things life at home prepared her for, in ways she never quite expected until she came through the rift but it's harder to shrug off a few odd notions from foreigners even in her own world. Though she's prepared to do so here, especially after Leliana's warning, she's happy to take direction, nodding respectfully as Vivienne speaks. "So things truly are as similar as they seem at home, that is well then, but you are of course the expert, it's foolish to proceed without guidance."

But that does bring up the less the small matter of her date…

"That is of course if Korrin doesn't get there first, I am sure you're aware of how she is less than shy about voicing her opinions." She's actually curious as to how Korrin might react to that really, jealousy has never been something Araceli can say she's possessed, but her lover is a whole other matter when it comes down to it.