[ margaret, the daughter of a family that's always been staunch supporters of lacie's rule, appears to be in her element over these three days. she is bright-eyed and dressed for the occasion and wearing a mask that marks her out as her mother's daughter to other orlesian nobles. even so, she's quick to give strangers of all types a smile as she flits by them in the rooms and halls of the winter palace. on the surface she is a friendly and flirtatious creature -- quick to engage in conversation and quicker still to speak praises for orlais's current head of state.
for most of the occasion, she stays stuck into the main festivities. she goes from person to person in the main hall, toasting drinks and teasing dances. margaret has got nothing but good things to say about the food on offer and, when passing someone she's never met before, it wouldn't be unusual for her to stop dead in her tracks and proclaim oh, how pretty your dress is! or don't you look handsome in your uniform -- inquisition, are you? or some other nicety. compliments and (perhaps overbearing) touches on the arm abound.
however! even a social butterfly needs to take a rest. especially when all that socializing is, at heart, a performance. she steals away to the library where she paces between stacks -- using the relative silence and solitude to sort through her schemes. but if she comes upon someone by surprise (or if they catch her by surprise), her smile returns in full force. with a thoughtless flourish, she gestures at the stacks themselves. did you know these are the best surviving examples of gustav of val fontaine's cabinetry work? she comes out swinging -- hoping to deflect any questions as to why or how long she's been in the library.
but now and again, and without much fanfare, she can also be found by the verchiel fountain. she is seated on the stone lip, her mask removed and abandoned on the fountain beside her. the monument is meant to celebrate a victory, yes, but she can't look on the brothers commemorated there without feeling a personal ache. margaret sits there, lost in thought, for a good chunk of time. the fountain is just far enough away from the main festivities that she can enjoy the music without feeling as though it might, like a tidal wave, pull her under. ]
( ooc: you can find peggy's plotting comment right here. feel free to drop me a line if you'd like to arrange a wildcard/alternative to the above options. )
peggy carter » "margaret" » ota
for most of the occasion, she stays stuck into the main festivities. she goes from person to person in the main hall, toasting drinks and teasing dances. margaret has got nothing but good things to say about the food on offer and, when passing someone she's never met before, it wouldn't be unusual for her to stop dead in her tracks and proclaim oh, how pretty your dress is! or don't you look handsome in your uniform -- inquisition, are you? or some other nicety. compliments and (perhaps overbearing) touches on the arm abound.
however! even a social butterfly needs to take a rest. especially when all that socializing is, at heart, a performance. she steals away to the library where she paces between stacks -- using the relative silence and solitude to sort through her schemes. but if she comes upon someone by surprise (or if they catch her by surprise), her smile returns in full force. with a thoughtless flourish, she gestures at the stacks themselves. did you know these are the best surviving examples of gustav of val fontaine's cabinetry work? she comes out swinging -- hoping to deflect any questions as to why or how long she's been in the library.
but now and again, and without much fanfare, she can also be found by the verchiel fountain. she is seated on the stone lip, her mask removed and abandoned on the fountain beside her. the monument is meant to celebrate a victory, yes, but she can't look on the brothers commemorated there without feeling a personal ache. margaret sits there, lost in thought, for a good chunk of time. the fountain is just far enough away from the main festivities that she can enjoy the music without feeling as though it might, like a tidal wave, pull her under. ]
( ooc: you can find peggy's plotting comment right here. feel free to drop me a line if you'd like to arrange a wildcard/alternative to the above options. )