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sᴛᴏʀᴍʙᴏʀɴ. ([personal profile] jalan) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2017-04-16 01:20 pm

open.

WHO: Daenerys Targaryen and anyone who enjoys looking pretty and open bars.
WHERE: Venice Theater House, Heropa.
WHEN: April 14.
WHAT: The fashion label launch of STORMBORN X MARQ: a show, a drink, and some dancing. While some invites were dispersed amongst acquaintances to ensure imPort presence (and, frankly, moral support), the doors are open free of charge to any imPort dressed to impress, and word is quick to travel. You are most invited to make an appearance!
WARNINGS: n/a

It's here, the fashion event of the season! Local Floridian designer who exclusively goes by De Marq has teamed up with imPort Daenerys Targaryen to bring you the most exciting luxury transdimensional fashion label that America has yet seen! Or so the promotional material may tell you. Hosted at the Venice Theater House, the venue is glitzy, buzzy with excitement, and plagued with natives who are probably only somewhat understanding of the fact a lot of you are probably recovering from or are still in the middle of a dream sickness!

Whoops. But the show must go on.
THE SHOW;
After a little preliminary mingling, guests are invited into the showroom and seated onto elevated rows where you may find yourself in conversation with aloof designers, prying journalists, and fellow imPorts alike. The stage is glossy white and silver, and becomes the single lightsource (save for the glittery pop of cameras). Most of the women who walk are models, professional and sleek and six foot tall. Among them, however, are also imPorts -- any imPort lady who wished to volunteer her time and grace ahead of time will find herself squeezed into the most likely dress and directed down the catwalk. The cameras tend to frenzy whenever a more familiar face marches down the stage, and Daenerys among them to finish the show, her stride practiced and her smile only a little ironic. The clothing is sleek, in colours of black, white, and metallics, and sheer illusions and patterns. It ranges from evening gown to business attire (allegedly), and the heels tend towards tall.

And if you need an excuse to participate, the luxury tokens and vouchers gifted each model might win you over. It is, after all, for a good cause! The good cause being Through The Glass, which Daenerys explains in a brief speech in the show's conclusion, before passing the mic to a spokesperson.

But never mind all that. The free champagne is just outside.
THE AFTERPARTY;
A wide open space hosts the muddle of media and party goers, although much of the press is ushered out after the first half an hour so that networking opportunity can transform into celebration. The champagne, as mentioned, is free, offered in tall glasses on serving platters, but a bar for anything more particular is set up towards the back of the room. Food is bite-sized and adventurous, mostly vegetarian, seafood, or dessert. A live DJ ensures that all awkward pauses are underscored by pulsing music. You still know where you are, though, with curtain banners erected displaying the relevant brand of STORMBORN X MARQ, some with Daenerys herself photographed, others with ambient art backdrops of storms and lightning and other expected aesthetics. Models mingle, wearing cocktail dresses from the collection.

Dancing is permissable but most people seem more inclined to chatter, despite Dany's hopes and dreams. There is a lot of group selfie-taking, giving the impression that this is a specifically influential social media event, and a lot of conversation revolves around what everyone is wearing, the fashion staples of other worlds, and critique and commentary on the event itself.

The afterparty is also a silent auction, set up on tables out of the way, security guards presiding over the items on display, from necklaces to perfumes, from fashion show tickets to expensive dinners in New York City, or an exclusive fitting with De Marq himself, and of course, some items from the collection. All proceeds go to Through The Glass. Every now and then, someone raises a glass to an especially generous donation, and polite applause breaks up the conversations.
AND BEYOND;
And if you need an escape for all this glamour, empty balconies, a courtyard, and the side alley where smokers huddle might be your speed. All of the signage inside, too, make for quick little escapes if you need to step aside, make a call, or duck out of the way of a particularly determined gossip columnist.
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[personal profile] baetiful 2017-04-26 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ugh, Jon. It's a true testament of skill that Baelish is able to keep his own personal feelings of ugh Jon out of his expression. But Gwen, being under his employ should know a few details. Especially if she can find a way to keep Jon at bay with her charm. ]

She's a good friend to have. Jon Snow, however? There's little he's useful for. Still, the man has devoted himself to the cause of trying to knock down my empire in Maurtia Falls. So eventually he will have to be dealt with -- if the porter does not deal with him first.
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[personal profile] trouvaille 2017-04-27 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
( It isn't a surprise, no, and she'd known Jon's antipathy for Baelish before the notion of offering her a job had ever entered his mind - this, she supposes, is what Daenerys is getting at when she talks about the complications of Westerosi politics here. Conflicts of interest.

She likes Jon. He's very sweet. But Jon isn't paying for her house; Jon doesn't keep her in the style to which she is accustomed. And she will feel badly for him, if he has to be dealt with very firmly -

but maybe she'll buy herself a necklace like this one she's borrowed, and feel better. It'd be another story, if those two names had been said in reverse...but they weren't, so, she drains her champagne and thinks, cheerfully: sounds like a tomorrow problem. )


Boys like kicking over castles, ( with the carelessness of a pretty girl at a party drinking too much fucking champagne. ) You just build a bigger one.
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[personal profile] baetiful 2017-04-30 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Petyr shrugs in response. It's quite obvious that he doesn't think of Jon as a threat in any capacity of the word. Yes, it certainly is a tomorrow problem. Many tomorrows from today. The man has no army. No real ties. Except to an ambassador who is fairly useless for her city. And by the time Jon amasses such things, Baelish will have already built that bigger and more formidable castle. ]

Already in the works, my dear. The seeds will have been fully planted at the unveiling of my library.

[ The seeds of Baelish could make a really great mayor! ]

But I simply wanted you aware that he may try to use you as a means to an end.

[ And it certainly is a good thing that money tends to buy loyalty with Gwen. ]

And I suspect he may try to do the same with his sister Sansa as well. [ A glance toward the redhead. ] But perhaps you could get close to her? Subtly help to draw her over to our side. I do not seek to turn her against her family, after all. Merely Jon. Who is only half family. If that.
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[personal profile] trouvaille 2017-04-30 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
( Money buys what money pays for; she likes her job and her pretty things and she's sort of fond of her boss, too, but her loyalty requires things Baelish has yet to give. Maybe if he had it, she'd consider what he proposes now - or at least for a few moments longer than it takes her to touch his arm, visibly amused and shaking her head, )

I have all the subtlety of a brick to the face, ( champagne-cheerful. ) You don't want me to do that.

( --but she'd probably still say the same thing, because honestly, she's not kidding. )

I can keep my own head, though, don't worry.
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[personal profile] baetiful 2017-05-03 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ You don't want me to do that is what she says, and what Baelish hears is I'm not going to do that. Which does make him call to question Gwen's use apart from the administrative duties, planning for events, and running a damn organized schedule. With her getting close to Dany as well, it's probably better to not involve her in Westerosi affairs. But it is disappointing. ]

Of that I have no doubt.

[ His words are still amiable, even through that disappointment. Petyr shrugs it off easily enough, less keen to talk further on the subject. ]

Well then, I shall leave you to your own devices. [ Taking her hand from his arm and bringing it to his lips for a light kiss. ] I do hope you have an enjoyable rest of your evening.
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[personal profile] trouvaille 2017-05-03 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
( Both are true. As far as everything goes...where Gwen is useful is doing exactly what he pays her to do. She has no gift for or inclination to social finesse; she can't lie to save her life, has no deftness in dealing with other people and their complexities if she can't just run along the top really fast. She's happy to step out of the way and let Jon deal face-first with whatever he draws to himself - but lacks motivation to go far out of her way to make it happen.

She likes him well enough. She'd never be able to convincingly pretend to Sansa that she didn't; the only way she could sell Jon as a bad idea would be by association with herself, and that way does not lead to trusting Gwen's employer more. Especially not when she doesn't know Sansa well enough to know if they'd get along, either, and if she got bored...

Well, the one thing everyone she's ever got bored of has in common is knowing it immediately. Among Gwen's many talents, feigning friendship is not. )


I'm looking forward to leaving, ( she admits, laughing, pressing her fingers against his hand lightly before he releases it, still warm - there's too much alcohol in her system for her to be immediately concerned with that withdrawal, where sober she might have seen clearer, been quicker to press on him understanding. ) The dresses are nice...I think I got somebody fired...and Daenerys is happy. Job done.

( She swings up on her toes, presses a kiss to his cheekbone, drifts away-- )

Bye, Ambassador.