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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"Ah Vashoth, yes of course, I know what that is."

He does not know what that is.

"I am the Duke of Val 'Awtlaund, a friend of our dear Empress, and a lover of the arts. However, Duke is such an unwieldy title, so I would much prefer Lord Mettaton in addressing me."

He gives a quick bow and then takes Asgore's hands in his.

"This is going to be so much fun, don't you think?"

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh this is actually... it makes more sense now. Of course this is Mettaton. He gives a tiny sigh of relief as he clasps the human-killing-robot's hands in his own. Mettaton likes panache and show. He can probably do this.

"I am a bit rusty, to be frank. There's not much call for waltzes out on the battlefield. I am accustomed to leading, though. Do you mind if I take the lead, Lord Mettaton?"

"Hm hm hm."

Mettaton plays as if he's thinking really hard about whether or not he'll let this giant wall of man meat lead him around, but really he's in no shape to do any leading himself since he's tipsy-to-drunk right now.

"Lead the way, darling, either way we'll be making quite a show on the dance floor tonight!"

Asgore keeps the tune that the band is currently playing carefully in his mind, and thinks back to dancing with Toriel all those years ago. One hand around Mettaton's waist, the other lifting his arm up into the air and off they go.

One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three he's got the beat and it's... a serviceable waltz. Nothing fancy. He once or twice dips when he feels he should dip, he makes his quarter turns every measure, it's... perfectly serviceable. Nothing to write home to mother about, but at least he's not embarrassing himself and his stately guest.

"You are certain, Lord Mettaton that... your stature will not... be degraded by being seen dancing with an untitled Vashoth?"

Mettaton dutifully follows after Asgore's lead, letting out a delighted giggle every time Asgore dips him. He adds his own flair to the dance, a leg kick here, a kiss blown to the audience here, things that he seems to pull off rather well for being drunk.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll take a few hits on the social scale but..."

He casts a glance towards the crowd of people watching, seeing their shocked faces and grinning.

"I can make it all back with the utter scandal of it all. All press is good press, my dear, something that not many people know. And I will make this work."

What was it that Mettaton liked a lot? From the TV? It was his legs, right?

"You are very light on your feet, my lord. Very nimble leg movements."

That's a good thing to say here, right? Probably. Yeah. Probably right.

"I'm sure that in a few days, any scandal will all blow over."

Legs is the correct answer!

"Why thank you. My parents made sure I knew how to dance since I was very young which helped shape my already naturally beautiful frame into this."

There is not a hint of a joke there, he is completely genuine in everything he says here.

"Oh undoubtedly. Right now there isn't terribly much going on other than this silly power struggle, so this should blow over rather easily."

He looks at the... Vashooth? Is that what he said he was?

"What will you do when this party is over? What is it that you do for the Inquisition?"

"Oh, I'm a sell-sword. A mercenary. They tell me to, uh, guard a thing, or attack a thing, and I do it. It's all very, uh, mundane. Hold pointy stick and use it. When this party has blown over, I'll go back to doing that sort of thing."

You know, RPG side-character party member nonsense. Do a thing that the PC wants you to do.

+ Where Do Your Loyalties Lie? +

I LOVE IT SO MUCH, CHRIS. I LOVE IT SO. MUCH.

LIKE... IT'S GOOD? IT'S. REALLY GOOD?

IT REALLY IS THEY DREW ASGORE SO LOVINGLY???

I'm rolling Asgore's "Perform (dance)" check from his RP character for this... 12+2=14 so ADEQUATE

holy shit I love this. thank you for this gift

Sometimes I do a good thing. Sometimes.

that's a lie, you always do good things

If by good you mean terrible, then yes