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.

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[foxsays]

"If I became rich I'd have a ship and a good loyal crew so we could chase the horizon, and if I am to be trapped here then perhaps one day I'll find the people who'll want to go sail off to the edges of your map and come back with it filled in." That it takes so few pages to describe all of Thedas comfortably is upsetting, that there seem to be so few reports beyond what she's seen when she looks at their maps and compares it to home, to the great huge spread of island and archipelagos that make up Castileos, built on the bones of ruined towers that still extend deep below the waves until it becomes too dark to see and the pressure would crush a person.

Her mind strays to Leandra, to Arsenio. To Rajani, Brunilda, Eir, Argyris, and Nerissa. All of them are noble, all with sharp minds and the desire to do good but there are more conversations she needs to have one day beyond the details she mentions here and now to Korrin.

"But, I must take my leave, I have lessons to get back to." Not that she minds heraldry too much. "Behave for the tailors or you know I'll find out." And ignoring the assistants squawking, she cranes up as much as she can to give Korrin a kiss before she goes sashaying out the underforge.