Let us approach this methodically then. Come along to my quarters in the Gallows this evening and we mat survey our options and judge the extent of the modification necessary. If they are not too significant, we may proceed as hoped. Otherwise, should the rose colored dress or any other fail to suit our purposes, we will then have plenty of time to search out a worthy substitute.
In Good Cheer, Miss W.A. Poppell Research Division
As requested (after a few discreet inquiries as to where Miss Poppell's rooms are), Ket arrives in the evening, a bit after the usual hour for the evening meal. She's dressed plainly but neatly; it doesn't seem necessary to dress up for the purpose of trying on other dresses. She has, however, brought a small bag along, tied neatly to her belt so her hands are free from habit. She raps confidently but not aggressively on the door.
And, after some suspicious shuffling and clattering, the door is summarily answered - by a narrow margin, so that Wysteria might peer through it. It's only once she's assessed the exact nature of the individual on her doorstep that she brightens and throws the door completely open.
"Miss Perrino! How wonderful. Please, do come in. Forgive the mess; I'm in the process of rearranging some of my files."
Indeed the room beyond is in something of a state of disorder. The papers and books on the desk have been allowed to overflow onto the floor and the foot of the bed, to say nothing of the series of charts and notes which have been tacked up on the wall itself. And while the bed itself it neatly made, its side table is stuffed with every assortment of frippery and the trunk at its foot is both open and bursting with a riot of fabric and frilly skirts.
"Not at all; you are doing me a tremendous favor by ensuring I don't embarrass Riftwatch or myself at this event." As Ket enters, she glances over the papers nearby, deceptively casual in her curiosity before they get down to business. "I expect a longer residency in the Gallows leads one to naturally accumulate more resources than the rooms were designed to hold."
As far as she knows, Circle mages, especially in Kirkwall, weren't allowed much in the way of personal property. But rather than dwelling on such an unpleasant thought, she carries on:
"Is the evening purely your idea, or a collaboration? I've not had very much contact with either Research or Diplomacy thus far."
This she says while the door is closed in Ket's wake and as Wysteria swans to the overflowing trunk so she might begin to task of peeling out various combinations of bodices and skirts and so on.
"Here, try this one. The color hardly suits you, but it is easily my most middling article in terms of size and so the fit will give me some understanding of which direction we would best proceed in."
She takes the offered gown, looking it over with a sharp eye before asking, "Do you usually fill out the skirts with crinolines, or is it meant to hang loose? I haven't seen quite this style before, I don't think, but my knowledge of fashion didn't extend quite as far down as the Marches before I joined Riftwatch." Still, she gamely begins to try it on.
(She's nearly half a foot shorter than Wysteria, which will present the most immediate challenge.)
"Oh, crinolines certainly. But I am less concerned with the question of the skirts - for those will need to be sorted in one way or another regardless - than I am with the fit of the bodice. One is very quick work the other can be so irritatingly complicated."
She buzzes about Ket as she changes into the garment, eye fiercely dedicated to the lay of the fabric even as she continues to chatter, "As for the gentleman in question, I'm certain he will be most happy to avail you of any little detail of her person that you might wish for. I'm shocked he hasn't already penned an autobiography for ready distribution."
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Let us approach this methodically then. Come along to my quarters in the Gallows this evening and we mat survey our options and judge the extent of the modification necessary. If they are not too significant, we may proceed as hoped. Otherwise, should the rose colored dress or any other fail to suit our purposes, we will then have plenty of time to search out a worthy substitute.
In Good Cheer,
Miss W.A. Poppell
Research Division
/action, definitely not two full weeks later
time is fake
"Miss Perrino! How wonderful. Please, do come in. Forgive the mess; I'm in the process of rearranging some of my files."
Indeed the room beyond is in something of a state of disorder. The papers and books on the desk have been allowed to overflow onto the floor and the foot of the bed, to say nothing of the series of charts and notes which have been tacked up on the wall itself. And while the bed itself it neatly made, its side table is stuffed with every assortment of frippery and the trunk at its foot is both open and bursting with a riot of fabric and frilly skirts.
no subject
As far as she knows, Circle mages, especially in Kirkwall, weren't allowed much in the way of personal property. But rather than dwelling on such an unpleasant thought, she carries on:
"Is the evening purely your idea, or a collaboration? I've not had very much contact with either Research or Diplomacy thus far."
no subject
This she says while the door is closed in Ket's wake and as Wysteria swans to the overflowing trunk so she might begin to task of peeling out various combinations of bodices and skirts and so on.
"Here, try this one. The color hardly suits you, but it is easily my most middling article in terms of size and so the fit will give me some understanding of which direction we would best proceed in."
no subject
She takes the offered gown, looking it over with a sharp eye before asking, "Do you usually fill out the skirts with crinolines, or is it meant to hang loose? I haven't seen quite this style before, I don't think, but my knowledge of fashion didn't extend quite as far down as the Marches before I joined Riftwatch." Still, she gamely begins to try it on.
(She's nearly half a foot shorter than Wysteria, which will present the most immediate challenge.)
no subject
She buzzes about Ket as she changes into the garment, eye fiercely dedicated to the lay of the fabric even as she continues to chatter, "As for the gentleman in question, I'm certain he will be most happy to avail you of any little detail of her person that you might wish for. I'm shocked he hasn't already penned an autobiography for ready distribution."