+ 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

[insincerecharm]

[Her eyebrows shoot up at the sudden invasion of her personal space, and it doesn't really get much clearer with her explanation.] What do you mean?

[truehumanity]

I'm not human. Can we...

[She glances around. She doesn't really want people staring at her more than they already have been.]

Can we continue this outside?

[insincerecharm]

Ah. [It's a little less dumbfounded and intrusive as 'oh', somehow. She nods.] Yeah, no problem. [She walks in an easy unison with the-- well, she was a girl right now, but is it right to say that when she's apparently not, usually? Whatever. She helps her outside to a less populated area.]

[truehumanity]

[As soon as they're outside Starlight lets go and clambers on all fours towards the nearest bench. She doesn't even bother pulling herself up on it, just leans against it and breathes for a moment.]

How can you stand having just two hooves! [A beat.] Feet. I mean feet.

[insincerecharm]

[Becks watches her in something like mixed confusion and fascination. She's not sure she could personally move that fast in such a way, so to be honest, she's a little impressed. She walks over to the bench and sit down, palms pressed against the edge of the seat on either side as she considers it for a moment.] Well, it's the only way I know, I guess. And I've been walking my whole life. [She doesn't mean it sarcastically, and her words don't hold a bit of tone about them. Just simple fact-stating at play, here.] If you had the time, you could probably adjust, but I doubt you'll have to, given the way these things usually go. Give it a couple days or so and you'll be back to your usual self in no time.

[truehumanity]

Yeah, I don't really want to adjust.

[It's all way too weird for her.]

Normally I'm a unicorn.

[insincerecharm]

[There's something akin to first, momentary confusion, then a nod of understanding.] That's quite a change. Also, I didn't know we had unicorns in Wonderland. [She gives a facial shrug.] Gotta admit, that's pretty cool.

[truehumanity]

There are just the two of us. Me and Sunburst. And believe me, if you think it's weird, that's not half of what it's like for us.

[insincerecharm]

I can only imagine. [And really, even that probably isn't enough to encapsulate the differences. Becks has never been a pony before.]