+ Where Do Your Loyalties Lie? +

[vitaelamorte]

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.]

Comments

[mollymocked]

Oh, that's easy. We eat other people's food and make grand, important gestures to let everyone know how much better we are than everyone else.

[He will throw all that subtle shade at the Crownsguard. He bets that's what they were doing during at the party that night the Nein broke into that mansion.]

So basically we're here to suck the fun out of everything. It's maddening. We are awful people to invite to society functions that are just going to turn into backstabbing political upheavals.

[normandysbest]

[All of that gets a full on snort of laughter; listening to him take the piss out of himself is just hilarious.]

Well, depends on what your definition of fun is. If you're into the backstabbing political drama, maybe. Frankly, I'm glad to see another player in this game. You can only play the same moves in chess so many goddamn times.

[mollymocked]

Never been much of a chess player. [He makes a disgruntled huff.] But I do love stirring the pot.

[He leans even closer.] That's between us, though, but they're going to be shitheads regardless. Why not speed it up so we can all go to a much less stuffy party where people actually like each other.

[normandysbest]

If you're looking for that kind of party, you obviously haven't been in Orlais long.

[Because god, she would love that kind of party right now. Or ever. Always? Always.]

Trust me, if that party existed and we were able to go to it, it'd be my damn preference. This sort of bullshit might be great for bards, but I don't roll that way.

[mollymocked]

Oh, there's always that sort of party. You just have to know where to look.

[But he also has definitely not been in Orlais long. Shhh. Don't tell.] And I think the bards would know where to look, but the trouble is they've probably fucked off and gotten tired of this too, leaving us behind. Bastards.

[He claps his hands together.] Well! That just means we have to make our own fun.

[normandysbest]

[She fights down the urge to outright giggle. For all the shit Molly's thrown at the Inquisition this conversation, if they let their members act like this, she's really thinking about joining up.]

Bastards is right. But you sound like you've almost got a plan there.

[C'mon, let her in on the chaos.]

[mollymocked]

[With no concern for personal space, Molly drapes an arm around her shoulder in a friendly, amicable way.]

Darling, there are some days when I have plenty of plans, but in this case? I have absolutely none... and that's what is gonna make it fun.

[And he casually begins escorting her towards the main ballroom.]

[normandysbest]

[Her eyes slide over to him as he quite literally ropes her in on his-- well, not-plan here. But fuck it, what does she have to lose? Let's do something weird with this mostly purple quinari. So she shrugs, and follows his step.]

Can't say I trust you, but you know what? Close enough. Lead the way.

[She's keeping her eyes open though, just in case this is some kind of trap.]