entrancelogs | + Where Do Your Loyalties Lie? +

Who: Everyone
Where: The party
When: 7/21-7/23
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary:
The Story:
Orlais' current ruler, Lacie, has invited anyone of name, fame, and influence to The Winter Palace for three days of extravagant festivities surrounding the peace talks between her and Tillie, whose grasp for the throne has plunged beautiful Orlais into a dreadful civil war. Unbeknownst to both a third player, Elsie, has worked tirelessly behind the scenes to obtain her own share of power over the land.

Get ready for three days of fancy food, fine drink, good music, good entertainment, and just a little bit of murder, maybe? Your character has secured an invitation, and will join the illustrious crowd, become privy to the latest scandals and gossip, and observe as the struggle for Orlais' throne reaches its final chapter.

[OOC: This is an open mingle log for the Dragon Age event. The plotting post can be found here and event details can be found on the Bulletin Board.]

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[She wouldn't be able to do this without Shaun watching for threats. She can't watch her back and also watch everyone else's faces. It's too much for one person to handle. But with Shaun protecting her, she knows she'll be safe. Even if he can't immediately take care of any threat, he'll sure as hell make sure she's aware, and the two of them can take down anything. That, she firmly believes.

She frowns at him as he takes the drink, but it's as much for show as the drink itself is. She knows the value of letting people underestimate you as well as he does.]

Just keep your eyes open. I have a bad feeling about this party.

[They probably shouldn't have come at all, but oh, Georgia's bad at shouldn't.]

[He glances over at her with a little smirk.]

Is me more concerned if you had a good feeling about this, because it would mean you had probably been drugged.

[He swirls the wine and pretends to take a sip.]

Anyone in particular you're concerned about?

Everyone? [She sighs, letting her shoulder brush against his very lightly.] There are a few known bards. But they're only a problem if someone pays them to be. Not like a noble would ever get their own hands dirty.

[He snorts quietly.]

No, we couldn't have that. How uncouth.

[He says like he cares even remotely about what's proper and what's not.]

Uncouth? Careful, people might start thinking you're not the dumb one if you keep using words like that.

[He makes a face.]

You mean they might expect me to do more than follow you around like a lost puppy, drink, and hunt darkspawn? I think I'll pass.

[Or worse--play the Game and marry. Pretending to be dumb and uninterested in noble society had more than one advantage.]

Don't worry, I'm sure I can say something stupid again soon. Wouldn't want people to think that expensive education did me any actual good.

[That gets an affectionate almost-smile from her. She knows very well that he's not stupid. She knows it's an act to get out of societal expectations, much like she plays up her own sharpness and general unpleasantness, not to mention her extreme fixation on the truth in a world that runs on lies. They both have their own ways of dealing, and they're both good at helping the other when need be.

Also, she loves teasing him. How can she pass up an opportunity like that.]

Shaun, if there's one thing I am never worried about, it's how quickly I can count on you to say something stupid.

[He smirks, giving her a little mock bow.]

And as always, I'll be more than happy to live down to your expectations.

You are the best at being the worst.

[She glances back out at the sea of nobles. Well. The worst in one sense, anyway. There are a whole lot worse than even the dumbass he pretends to be.]

Want to see if we can find you some competition?

[He offers his arm to her.]

Let's. You know how I get when I'm bored.

[She takes his arm with that soft, genuine smile reserved just for him.]

I know. I'm counting on it.

[Shaun starting a scene can be an excellent distraction when she needs it.]

And we both know I could never disappoint a lady.

[If the narrow definition of "lady" includes only her, of course. He's very good at disappointing just about everyone else.]

No, you make me do it for you.

[She doesn't mind turning down proposals for him, but she's still more than happy to tease him about it.]

It's just that you're so good at it. Between tha glare and the tone and the look on your face... Georgia, you are an artist.

Ah, there's the stupid remark. I knew it was just a matter of time.

[She lets out a sigh, tilting her head towards him.]

I just want to make sure those girls know what they're getting into. You may be pretty, but the complete lack of fortune or [political] ambitions makes you a terrible match. And most girls don't want to talk about darkspawn all day.

[She shakes her head.]

It'll be a wonder if you ever find someone willing to put up with all that.

[As planned.]

[He gives her The Most Earnest Look, barely hiding a smirk.]

I'm sure somewhere out there is the person for me. Someone who can look past a lack of ambition and a mild darkspawn obsession to see my warm gooey center.

[He's an asshole for making her want to smile in public. Instead she rolls her eyes behind the mask and only lets her mouth give the barest twitch. She looks as stern as ever to most people. Shaun knows her better.]

And smoking hot, right? It's nice you can still dream.

Obviously. A man has to have standards.

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