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

[madame_de_fer]

"Indeed you must."

Vivienne takes up a bit of charcoal left on a table from the initial sketching of the gown. Quickly, she adds a few strokes, to demonstrate what she has in mind. When she hands it to Katniss for inspection, it looks very much as if she's drawn on flames licking at the edges of the dress. "What do you think, my dear?"

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss hopped down off the stool, moving around to peer over Vivienne's shoulder. Her eyebrows rise together, then interest sparked through her expression as she watched.

"I ... think that would be incredible. Can you really make my dress do that?"

[madame_de_fer]

"Indeed I can. It's a handy little trick I picked up from an acquaintance. Here, allow me..."

Vivienne glances around the temporary workshop of the tailors. There are garments on mannequins all around, in varying stages of completion. On finding a gown that is nearly the correct length, she walks over and waves one hand in the air. As she does, tongues of a green flame jump to life, licking about the edges. The tailors let out anguished cries of dismay.

"Oh come now, it's not even hot. Do come pass your hand through it. The fabric remains untouched."

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss's eyes widened as Vivienne's flames licked around the corners of the fabric, but didn't curl them up. She moved towards it, as she moved ever towards flames it seemed, and reached out to touch the fire.

No burn, no pain, almost like an illusion, but not.

"That's incredible -- what is it?" She asked, turning to look back at Vivienne.