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therookery2018-07-15 12:36 pm
champions) wrote in therookery2018-07-15 12:36 pm
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FORM: crystal
SENDER: Marisol & Finch
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT:
WHEN: during the mission to Ferelden
WHERE: somewhere, Ferelden
NOTES: sorry, Finch.
SENDER: Marisol & Finch
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT:
WHEN: during the mission to Ferelden
WHERE: somewhere, Ferelden
NOTES: sorry, Finch.
Oh, colleagues, friends. Esteemed Inquisition members and orbiting loiterers. I have a question for you; a matter of function and form.
And napkins.
And delicate masculinity, imperiled by investment in attire. Finch and I have been discussing a deeply controversial topic, one that I fear may chill you all to the core. This could be what strengthens the Inquisition and brings us together as an effective force to defeat the evils of this world, or could see us forever divided and scattered to the winds of uncertainty.
( Aghast: ) It’s not del — how’s it delicate not wanting to sew a bib on half your chest? Can’t be the Banns actually dress like this. Not dribbling on themselves. They’ve got, I don’t know, servants for that.
(She sounds concerned. )
Have you been recently dribbled on?
( Not that concerned, though. ) Moving on— ruffles, Inquisition. Serah Finch asserts that there is never time or place for tasteful ruffles, which I must add, do not resemble bibs.
I washed it! That’s the point!
( Dribbling. )
Look. You’re all — ( Insane? But you can’t say that out loud. ) — Worldly, how long do you reckon we’ve got before someone catches their fancy sleeves on fire?
( Quietly, ) I think perhaps you missed a spot, there’s a little something—
( And perhaps it is possible to imagine her leaning over to (pretend to?) wipe something off his face. )
( The scuffling thump of someone toppling abruptly off a horse. )
Material properly fashioned - whether in ruffles or drapery or whatever fine form it may take - is not an inherent fire hazard. Competence and poise are key.
( Helpfully, ) And they might cushion your fall, sometimes. A thought for next time.
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Or anything else, for that matter, if it is not displayed well.
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Ah, Lady Alexandrie! I knew your sister was looking unusually de mode at breakfast the other morning. I should have guessed you'd joined us.
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[ lightly ] She has always resisted my attempts to cajole her into fighting in a full court gown. I can hardly imagine why.
How are you, oh most learned of Baronesses? Besides valiantly battling the true villain of this world: poorly fitted doublets.
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As for myself, I struggle valiantly against ill-fit clothes wherever I find them, but am otherwise well. Though I've made precious little progress on my research of late; I keep getting asked to go meet with this merchant or that lord. If I ever discover who had me assigned to Diplomacy I shall strangle them.
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Our Lady Mother is amazed she left the tourney without being asked to stand at any weddings.
[ really? the best of the Inquisition in single combat against those brutish beasts and not a single proposal? ]
I grieve most terribly for your research, but rejoice at the possibility that we may go on a journey together to meet with this merchant or that lord at some juncture.
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[ which is to say, unwed. gross. ]
I would look forward to the occasion, except I can only assume that if they feel the need to send us both it will be for some truly dire occasion. Perhaps we might find some other excuse to meet, rather than hope for such diplomatic horrors.
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Perhaps you are correct. Such a thing... [ here, a verbal shudder ] I feel ill for having desired it.
Where are you staying? Do not say that terribly utilitarian graceless set of towers.