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]

Belinda peeks back out and smiles.

"I think now's my chance to escape." She scrambles to her feet and carefully maneuvers out from between the barrels.

"Get something nice! Maybe in blue. You'd look good in blue. Or red!"

[el_tybs]

"Yeah, probably getting out of here is a good idea if you don't want to get caught." Giving the book a once over, he grins and holds it out for her. "Don't forget your book." She'll want to finish it later, especially if she wasn't going to the party.

"I think I'll lean towards red. I've been told I'd look good in the color."

[embracelight]

"Thanks." She tucks the book under her arm to take with her, since it doesn't seem to belong to anyone. At least there's no name written inside that alerts her to an owner.

"That'll be nice. I'll talk to you later, Sam!" And with that, she'll scurry off before she gets found out.