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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2018-07-20 10:20 pm

+ 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.]
mettatonvevo: (Leaning over)

[personal profile] mettatonvevo 2018-10-01 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps he owes Lacie an incredible debt. Perhaps he is hiding from something, or someone. There are a thousand reasons, as many as there are people in Orlais, and Mettaton knows that there is no real way to know what the truth is.

The only truth he knows now is how painful all of this actually is.]


I do think a lot of you, Sans. And think of you often.

[It feels like a dam has broken in his heart, letting out more vulnerability and emotion than he's felt in awhile. He wants nothing more than to get on his knees and beg him to leave with him; that no matter what it is that's holding him back, they can face it. Together.

The thought scares him. A small part of his heart, the part that has dreamed of romance and sweeping declarations of love, yearns to do something large and unexpected. But the greater part of him knows that to misstep in the Grand Game means to die. And there is too much at stake with his standing and those who serve him to allow himself to bend knee and accept a fate any less than he deserves.]


Why don't we agree to say it's a bit of both of us, hm?

[The hug works; it's long enough to let his tears fall, long enough to let his face twist in pain, long enough to pull himself back together again and put his mask back on.

When he pulls away from Sans his face is completely visible and free of any and all blemishes. No tear tracks can be seen.]


Make it up to me? Mm, darling, that sounds tempting, but I think it all depends on what it is that you would do if it would work.
punful: (human worn down)

[personal profile] punful 2018-10-06 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He smiles very faintly at that. He's learning just how much he means to Mettaton tonight. If it had come sooner...]

[Nothing would have been different. He would have just had to lie for longer.]


I think of you a lot too. I always will.

[He's going to miss him so much.]

Yes. I suppose. A bit of both.

[It's not. It's not. Mettaton is being so kind. He's done nothing wrong. He's only guilty of loving a bloodmage.]

[He tries for a bit more of a smile at the question.]


Well, this soiree lasts three days, so...I'm sure I could find time to make it...memorable for you.