+ 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

[burntvideocassette]

Her majesty definitely knows how to...throw a party.

[Jay cocks his head, mask mercifully expressionless.]

But you, uh, you don't need me telling you that, right?

[charlastan]

Course not! I'm here every year! What, are you new here or somethin'?

[Perhaps he's taking this whole "walking around with too much confidence" tactic a little too far.]

[burntvideocassette]

[Jay stares at him through the eyeholes of his mask. It's not visible, but his mouth is pulled into a tight line, somewhere between a victorious smirk and an grimace of sudden terror.]

No, uh, I'm...I'm...here...every year, too.

[Shit, he said too much. Now he's done it. Now, whoever this guy is, he's gonna call someone to get Jay killed. Nobody'd miss him. Nobody'd notice. Shit, shit, shit--]

[charlastan]

[...Well, fuck. Stan's gotten himself into a real pickle here. The guy probably knows the real Stanimir, and he probably is here every year. For a second, Jay might see the same bit of terror flash across Stan's face.

Then he clears his throat and just. Tries to gloss over that. Maybe this guy won't dig too deep.]

Yeah, well...then you know all about it then!

[And he laughs awkwardly, trying not to think about what fucking up this con would mean for him with the Grand Game and all.]

[burntvideocassette]

[Well if that wasn't a dead giveaway, Jay's not sure what is.]

[He's gonna get himself killed one of these days. Maybe today. Hopefully he'll at least be able to tell his information-dealer before he dies.]

Uh-- [Jay's eyes are wide behind his mask.] Yeah. Yeah, sure! Every...every year.

[I swear, I'm not gonna expose you. Please don't hire goons to strangle me in the hallway behind the kitchen.]

[Okay, maybe Jay'll expose him little bit. People have a right to know, especially if whoever this is is actually dangerous. Especially if he's affiliated with that third sister, assuming she's even real.]

[charlastan]

[There's an awkward beat between them, intensified by how anxious both of them are about this moment. But then, "Stanimir" laughs.]

Welp! This has been...something, but I've got more elbows to rub and more mushrooms to eat! Have fun being an underpaid servant for the rest of your life!

[And with that, Stan grabs another handful of mushrooms off the tray, despite having a pocket full of them, and tries to walk away.]

[burntvideocassette]

[Jay just watches him go, frozen in place with a near-empty tray of mushrooms.]

[The rest of your life, he says. Funny.]

Have fun, uh...being a Pinewood.

[He flinches as soon as it's out. God, can he just think for a second before he opens his mouth?]