faderift | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Korrin flashes a warm smile upon seeing Sam, hardly in her element for all that she's trying to pretend that doesn't bother her. She may not have any actual skill at the Game itself, but stoicism in the face of adverse conditions is something a mercenary learns early on. Even so, a friendly face is a welcome respite from this evening of formality and masks, whether visible or not.

"Great minds think alike. You look dashing, Sam. Krem better appreciate it.

And I am, somewhat. I had to stage an escape from the world's dullest stories by some Comtesse, but found some common ground with a Marquis who wanted to know all about the dragons and giants we fought. If there were only more of him, this night would be much easier."

"Thank you," he smiles in return at the compliment, looking down at himself for a moment. "Hm, I hope so. He hasn't exactly said much... big fancy parties like this don't really seem to be his thing.

Speaking of appreciation, I'm surprised Araceli hasn't dragged you off somewhere. Not that you needed an outfit to look nice, but you certainly make it look good." There's a bit of grin on his face now, which he tries to hide behind his glass a bit, but utterly failing - alright he's not really trying to hide it at all.

"I'm sure there are plenty like him around. You do stand out though, so I'm sure there will be plenty of others like the Comtesse unfortunately."

"Next time, I'm going to see if I can get away with pretending to only speak Qunlat. If Beleth can get away with that an elven, I'm going to try the same damn thing." Beleth is a genius and Korrin will milk that stupid plan for all its worth; the nobles aren't worthy of a better one.

She grins at mention of Araceli, glancing around for her. "Oh, she will. But she wanted to arrive separately, to surprise me. It's not much of a surprise when I heard her describe her dream gown to the tailors, but maybe she has an addition to it."

"Is she? That's... a bit strange. Isn't she supposed to be 'barding' it up during the party?" He chuckles lightly at that. Beleth had been looking forward to this party and trying out her skills. Well he supposed if she was going to perform then whomever she was duping would figure it out soon.

"Oh? Just waiting around and seeing when she'll come collect you? Whisk you away from drawl of the crowds and into the night?"

"I'm sure she is, but I can't blame Beleth for doing it around the more insufferable nobles...and certain chefs." It was for a good cause, the cause of tasty desserts.

Sam's teasing questions get that grin of Korrin's to widen a touch. "I certainly hope so. Though I know all this bard training has to be put to good use, so any dreams of shadowy alcoves and making use of them will have to wait for a while. I'm open to dancing while I wait, though."

Well when put like that then he could understand the need to do such a thing. Insufferable nobles... and chefs were very important.

Sam gives an amused huff at the mention of alcoves, head ducking down to grin at his feet for a moment - amused but also a little jealous at the mention. Looking back up he continues to grin, brows raised. "Have you had many dances yet? Can't say I've been out there myself."

Korrin shakes her head, glancing around briefly before directing a smile back at him. "No, not like this. Working security doesn't count...but I have a good memory, and I can get through the simpler dances without stepping on any feet. I have Fate and Zevran as references, in addition to the obvious."

"Can't say I've had any dance experience save for this past week. Still stepping on feet though. It doesn't feel like it should be much different than learning how to step when you're working with a staff, but... staves don't have feet. And you spin them." His smile widens more, leaning back on the heels of his shoes every so often then rocking forward.

"Pffft, my feet can take it. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not all that delicate for a mage. Besides, you might be the first person I won't have to worry about adjusting for any size difference." Which is a definite boon; she loves her tiny rifter and friends, but there's something to be said for not worrying about size difference at every step. "Would you care to join me, then?"

"Neither am I," he returns back with a chuckle. Not delicate that is. Still even so, stepping on people's feet was not fun for either party. Though he does have to admit she had a point about the size difference. Korrin was definitely much taller than him, but a more manageable size.

With a bit of a defeated sigh he holds up his hand. "You're going to have to lead."

Korrin grins at getting her way and nods, expecting as much. She steps away toward the dance floor. "I think I can manage that. So far, they're just sticking to simple beats. I wouldn't ask if they were in the middle of those needlessly complicated Orlesian sets."

He might as well make someone's night. Following behind Korrin, Sam surveys the dance floor, picking up on how everyone is dancing at the moment. Seemed simple enough. "Well that's good. If it was anything more complicated you might have to just pick me up and spin me around - pretend that we're actually trying." A grin and a chuckle, just imagining the two of them doing that.

Truth or Dare: The Imperial Court

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject