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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Xianthe: /  OOC Thread  /  Dice Rolls  / 
   Manor Falisci, The Grand Ballroom 
  
  Twilight has fallen over the isles of the Vodacce, as anyone who is anyone in Medici (and every luminary from Gorivari who could make the trip between islands) gathers in the ballroom of Prince Donello Falisci.
  
  The room is opulent and brightly light, with floor to ceiling windows and a crystalline dome above. A grand chandelier hangs down, with literally hundreds of candles filling the room with light. Guest enter onto a landing on one side of the room, and can either descend a few steps to the ballroom floor, or ascend one of the staircases on either side to go up to the balcony that overlooks the dance floor. Up on the balcony sits a gold and crystal fountain, bubbling over with the rich wine for which the Falisci family is so famed. Servants circulate unobtrusively throughout the balcony and the edges of the ballroom level, proffering small delicacies.
  
  The prince stands near one of the windows on the balcony level, talking privately with an slightly older man. Both men seem happy and relaxed at the moment. Clearly the party is going well.
  
   OOC 
   
   Spoiler 
  All three of you arrive within a short time of each other, and can easily find each other. You can take this opportunity to get in character and talk with each other, and after awhile I'll move things along. Have fun.
   
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conversations.value: weaveworker89: Armon glides about the ball, taking notes about who is wearing what, who speaks with which man's mistress, and which of the courtiers seem to have forgotten how to dance. All will be an excellent source of gossip in the coming weeks.
  
  Armon himself allows for only the finest of fashions: A longcoat in black with gold embroidery - the black these voddace seem to believe makes them look more powerful - over a cloth-of-silver waistcoat. His hair, as always, is done just so and he is one of those who has forgone wearing a hat in an attempt to accentuate the fact. From his left hip hangs a rapier, golden swept hilt in easy reach and its black leather scabbard tooled and dyed in a fanciful blue.
   "Yes, yes madamoiselle. Valroux turned the art of insulting one's opponent into a proper weapon of swordsmanship, but it was not he who invented in. In fact, it was one of our better playwrites."  A soft chuckle stalls for time as he translates the verse into vodacce  "And when the  phrase  ends, I strike home." 
  Leaving the conversation with a sweeping bow and a twirl that shows off the deep blue velvet that lines his overly expensive cloak, he seeks out another conversation partner. Settling on the... other Montaignen, he gives the man a nod.
   "So, ma frere, enjoying yourself on our Patron's coin again?" 