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Vivienne ([personal profile] madame_de_fer) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-03-15 07:52 pm

Truth or Dare: The Imperial Court

WHO: Select Orlesian and Fereldan Nobility and the Inquisition
WHAT: Josephine and Vivienne have orchestrated a good-will soiree in response to this dastardly rumor.
WHEN: Drakonis 15, Evening
WHERE: Skyhold Great Hall
NOTES:
- A list of nobles in attendance can be found here. The list was provided by the mods but there will be no npc support for them. Play away.
- A secondary outside party is being held in the valley in the tent town for anyone who couldn't/wouldn't attend and/or behave in the fancy pansty party.
- The goal of the evening is to clear up a spurious rumor about Cassandra and Leliana, with secondary goals of establishing the Inquisition as a respectable presence in Thedas (and fish for more money). Any major disruptions that would Game Over the court approval should probably be brought to the advisors and/or mods.



To say that Josphine has far outdone herself with this little soiree would be the understatement of the year. The Lady Ambassador has pulled out all the stops in providing a festive and yet elegant stage for this political intervention. Because sometimes gossip can be more deadly than a sword.

The Great Hall of Skyhold has been converted into a grand receiving hall, glittering with hundreds of lights around the room, in addition to the repairs accomplished to the original chandeliers. Of course, there has been artful placement arranged so there are a few shadowy corners for rendezvous of the more suggestive nature. Just in case. The majority of the floor has been cleared for dancing, and a fine troupe of musicians have been installed for the bulk of the evening's entertainments. Some members of the Inquisition have plans to entice attendees with their own artistic performances in addition to the group of mages performing illusory tricks to oohs and aahs.

For those who feel their energy flagging, there are chairs set against the walls, with a few tables interspersed between. Servers hired for the evening circulate the crowds with wine, fine Orlesian and Nevarran reds as well as crisp whites from Antiva. Refreshments are set out on buffet tables, tasteful and extravagant nibbles, including imported cheeses, spicy saucisson, dried fruits and nuts, and the highly sought after deep mushroom and anise petits fours that are all the rage in Orlais.

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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-03-30 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I - "

She blinks, flushing, uncertain what she even thinks of how forward he is being. He smiles at her, charming and warm, and Cassandra cannot help but smile herself, just slightly, even as she glances away.

After a moment, she remembers herself - she is Cassandra Pentaghast, she is in public at an Orlesian ball, of all things, and she draws a deep breath, her spine going completely straight as she meets his eyes again and shakes his hand firmly.

"Thank you for the dance, Captain Reynolds. You have been very - civil." Despite her own behavior, which has been nothing short of disastrous. She owes him for that, at the very least. "I apologize. Again."
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[personal profile] aintwejust 2016-04-07 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Civil it is and Civil he'll take, but not without one more parting shot at charming. Smooth as he can manage (which is pretty smooth when he has time and a mind to think about it, shut up) He brings their joined hands up a bit, dips his head a little, and kisses Cassandra's knuckles.

Because.

That's what you do at these fancy parties, right? Kiss ladies on the hand, make nice before stepping away? That's what's done. So it's what he does before releasing it. "No harm done. Consider yourself forgiven, Seeker."

Not that there's anything to forgive but if it'll make her feel better? He'll play along and play nice. He gives another short bow and salute before excusing himself. "I gotta get going. Hope you enjoy the rest of your night."
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-04-11 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Her hand is calloused from gripping her sword, her nails cut short and blunt to avoid interfering with her work. It is nothing like the soft, dainty hands of the Orlesian ladies that have gathered at the ball, and Cassandra blushes in embarrassment as Mal brings it to his mouth.

But she does not pull away.

She watches, eyes fixed on the Captain's head as he bends to brush his lips across her knuckles. And continues watching, somewhat stunned, as he walks away, acknowledging his farewell only with a short, wordless bob of her head.