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

[onlyhymns]

Cade sighs through his nose, pursing his lips at her. He can't for the life of him imagine why she would care that he, a grown man, is sitting in a way he deems comfortable while he waits, and the unreasonable nature of her henpecking is what's grating on his nerves.
Not that long ago, he outranked her.

"I'm just sitting," he irritably informs Nerva. Against his better judgment, he adds, "...contemplation is a bit easier when there isn't someone nagging you over nothing."

[keeperofmagi]

That gets him a sharp glare, her eyes narrowing.

"You went through the same training I did," She said crisply. "I shouldn't have to remind you about proper posture, or the necessity of it. Just because I no longer wear the sword doesn't mean I want to see you represent it so poorly."

[onlyhymns]

Fat lot of good it did them both, he thinks bitterly, but her words are still enough to get to him. He tells himself it's not because of what she said, but because he still wants to be seen as a respectable Templar, but he straightens up a bit with another silent roll of his eyes. He's fairly certain he's seen just about every Templar relax into a slouch periodically, especially when not on-duty, but he supposes it's worth it to be exemplary while existing as the least-favorite Templar in Skyhold.

[keeperofmagi]

She let out a breath threw her nose, satisfied by that, at least, as the tailor returned to his pins and she was forced to turn around, to more fully face Cade.

"I expect you to be on your best behaviour, at the party," She murmured. "I will not have the time to watch you, so it will be on your honour."

[onlyhymns]

It rankles him that she feels the need to discuss this here, in front of so many others, and he curls a hand over his mouth, already beginning to blush uncomfortably as he looks around at the tailors and their other patrons.
"I'm not going to do anything," he mumbles.

[keeperofmagi]

Nerva obviously doesn't consider the others to even be part of the scenario - merely prop pieces for their current conversation, and not something she need concern herself with.

"I don't expect you will," She agrees (for once). "So I have not arranged a second escort."

[onlyhymns]

Well, that's a surprise. Cade turns his gaze to Nerva, watching her closely for a moment, perhaps wondering if this is some kind of trick. Then, not wanting to ruin it somehow, he just nods, and looks away again. It occurs to him that he should be more relieved than he is, but there will be a lot of people there that he's not quite ready to encounter.
Perhaps he'll just have to soldier through.