madame_de_fer: (Ah how curious)
Vivienne ([personal profile] madame_de_fer) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-03-04 02:15 pm

Open: Party Preparations

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.

aceso: (To that mountain)

[personal profile] aceso 2016-03-13 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is the thing, is it not? Those who are not mages feel free to interpret that part of the Chant in whatever way benefits them best. I do not have to want to be like Tevinter to think that is wrong." It's why Christine has complicated feelings about the Maker in general. She believes, but that line has ruined so many lives. Why did it have to be there? Oh, right. Tevinter ruins everything.

Her eyes dart over at the Orlesian mutter and she smiles faintly. It fades, however, at Araceli's next question.

"I will tell the trust. I need not lie about how much danger we are all in if we cannot put a stop to the Red Templars' plans."
foxsays: (Before you steal it)

[personal profile] foxsays 2016-03-14 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Chant is the central tenet of Andrastianism, I am correct in thinking that, yes? It dictates the laws your rulers live by and thus their people, as well as governing the Circles and the Templars? And yet, there seems to be so much disagreement over the interpretation, is that not troubling when it could be considered so very grave in the eyes of the Maker?" She almost says 'your Maker' but best to cause as little controversy as possible at the moment, even when she doesn't really understand how a world can function when it seems so set in following the rules but then disagreeing over how they're enforced.

"Let us hope then that they see farther than their own homes and borders, I fought those things when I freed their prisoners from the cages. It isn't something I'll soon forget. You will be careful, if you are researching them? I would not want anyone to become ill from being around that horrible stuff."
aceso: (002)

[personal profile] aceso 2016-03-15 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Christine nods, though she tries not to involve herself in politics at any level. She is looking at this soiree as a chance to dance and have fun, but also an opportunity to continue her research with proper funding. It's all academic to her, and she doesn't want politics to come into it. She doesn't want politics to come into anything, but as Araceli has surmised, it winds itself around things, and using the Chant of Light as a base to build from, interpreting lines as each country's majority opinion wishes.

"Unfortunately, the Maker is not here to tell us if we have it right or wrong," she states dryly. How convenient.

"I will be most careful. I do not wish to lose anyone to this. I will be very strict in how we study it."
foxsays: (Hold me amongst all your cards)

[personal profile] foxsays 2016-03-17 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There are choice words Araceli could offer, about how the Maker never seems to be conveniently placed though apparently still always watching but those comments are best saved for fewer ears. Leliana had warned her about the way rifters might be treated and she's wary enough from similar comments at home about being the pirate's daughter or the whore's daughter. At least home can only use the sea, gentle but pointed reminders that they all come from the same place but here there seems to be no end to what can be done with a few words.

"If you need a hand in charming anyone, feel free to come find me, I'm good at playing the games and the Game? Honestly sounds like home but with masks."
aceso: (or else a love with intuition)

[personal profile] aceso 2016-03-18 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
If Araceli ever does feel like making her opinion on the Maker known, she'll find someone who can give her no answers, but won't be offended either. Christine's relationship with the Maker amounts to thinking He probably exists, but He's let the world become a right mess and only came back once because of a pretty singer. It's not very encouraging.

"I might do that," she answers, "Loathe though I am to participate in any fashion. I don't want to misstep."
foxsays: (We aimed to stay calm and cool)

[personal profile] foxsays 2016-03-20 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The sea is better. The sea feeds you and there are sailors going off to different lands to bring back all sorts of food and drink, wood and ore, pretty fabrics and new books, all sorts of interesting people. A song that all can hear and enjoy, less of this ignoring people because the children decided to do their own thing.

"Given how I understand the Game, a misstep is breaking your ankle, your leg, probably your back and your mother's, and losing your dignity in the process."
aceso: (038)

[personal profile] aceso 2016-03-21 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Christine huffs out a laugh as the tailors say they've finished with her for the day and she steps down from the pedestal.

"Sadly, doing poorly at the Game can be a matter of life or death, but I am unremarkable enough to be marked for death. They enjoy going after the powerful, because they have farther to fall." She turns and nods her thanks to the tailors, who still look like this job is pure torture.

"I should be going, but I will find you when you are free so you may provide some tips?"