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Léon Belmont ([info]the_ambassador) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-03-28 07:54:00

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Entry tags:ambassadors_ball, leon_belmont

An Invitation to the French Ambassador's Ball
Subject: The Ambassadors Ball
Where: The French Embassy
Who: Léon Belmont, the French Ambassador to the English court
Warnings: none as yet
Open to: All (all players may attend either as invited guests of the ambassador, as servants or guests of those invited, as staff, or as gate-crashers.)


The ballroom of the Embassy was already growing busy, and when Citizen Belmont paused for a moment besides one of the large windows, he could see yet more carriages pulling up outside, wreathed in the mist blowing in from the river.

The quartet had been playing now for a good half an hour, new French tunes as well as those the English favoured. His staff was busy handing out good French wine, and then refilling those glasses when they were drained.

It was going to be a good evening, and not only in the eyes of the party-goers. With some of England’s most prominent aristos on the guest list, and some than some newly arrived French nationals, tonight would be a night of information gathering, of sizing up the opposition, and perhaps even ensuring some of those French escapees were returned to face justice.


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[info]madame_margot
2008-04-01 07:37 pm UTC (link)
Marguerite gracefully descended from her carriage with the help of a footman, sweeping her gaze over the sumptuous Embassy building. It might not have been Paris, but it was close enough that she could brave the presence of traitors in her husband's stead. It was his privilege to claim illness to shrug his responsibilities, but far be it for her to do the same.

A wife's role came with sacrifices of a certain nature. And if those sacrifices entailed parties where she was liable to glimpse old friends and make new ones, well, there was no shirking her duties.

Passing through the foyer, she shrugged off her cape into the waiting hands of a servant. Her dress couldn't have been more English and were it not for accent, she might even have passed for a native. As it was, she made no effort to deny her roots--not even when faced with the infamous Ambassador.

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[info]the_ambassador
2008-04-19 11:45 am UTC (link)
Infamous or not, the Ambassador had his own duty to preform to those arriving guests, and no-less to than to Madame York. "Marguerite, I am glad to see you again. But your husband? Is he unwell?" He asked, already quite aware that Baron York left his wife to do much of the social leg-work that he himself did not wish to address.

"Perhaps I could offer you some champagne?" He asks, as one of his staff stops close-by with the tray. "As a little taste of home?"

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[info]mercedes_dupont
2008-04-19 03:01 pm UTC (link)
"Madame York!" Mercedes grins widely, happy to see a familiar and friendly face in the room. "How are you, Madame?" He asks, bowing low as he did on their first meeting, taking her hand and brushing his lips against pale skin. "May I say you look magnificent this evening, my dear lady? Is your husband not here to stop anyone from stealing you away?"

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[info]airsandgraces
2008-04-18 10:40 pm UTC (link)
The music might have been lovely and the brightly colored gowns apealing to her artistic eye, but Sibille paid little attention to them. She had accepted the invitaton to the ball out of duty, not pleasure. Attending was a mere extension of the rest of her work, trying to drum up new patrons endlessly. Her son needed new clothing and the cook had to be paid this week, Sibille had no time for fancy or fripperies. Had this been a royal ball she would have been studying the crowd to see who had a noble profile or striking features. Now, she only saw potential subjects as marks in her ledger book. It was a sad thought, Sibille reflected with a slight frown, seeing the world through a financial rather than artistic lens. Political persuasion or appearance made no difference to her now, she would paint anyone or anything that would help her support the luxurious lifestyle she had once taken for granted.

She tried not to look predatory as she eyed the guests speculatively, trying to determine which of the illustrious gentlemen and ladies would be amenable to being immortalized by her brush. At least her time at court had taught her how to smile and cover her avaricious purposes; starving artist was not a role she particularly savored playing. She hovered near the flutes of champagne, strategizing in her mind as she surveyed the crowd.

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[info]social_climber
2008-04-19 12:04 pm UTC (link)
Not very far away across the room, although obstructed by invited guests, chefs, servants and god-only knew who else the Ambassador had invited, stood another, doing much the same thing.

Harry was certainly not a painter, but he was an artist of sorts. And he did, in the way an aspiring man does, admire art. But that wasn't the purpose of his being here tonight. Technically, he was here as a chaperon, but that didn't stop him from casting an eye over the guests. True, his glance sometimes lingered too long over a fine diamond chocker around a neck, but he was not looking for jewellery to pilfer. That was not how he operated any more.

He was, in fact, looking for those who might be of some future use. A politician here, a cross-channel contact there, it could all come in handy. But for now what caught his eye was the woman who was also watching the crowd, her eye analytical. Fancy dress though, so clearly not a common thief. A high-class prostitute then? Although the stance was wrong for any sort of working girl. Interesting.

And so, putting his own work on hold, he wandered over, stopping momentarily to take two of the delicate looking flutes from the server's tray. "Can I offer you a drink, miss? You look parched." He interrupted, hoping to muscle in on whatever the elegant woman was doing that evening.

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repost! apologies! - [info]airsandgraces, 2008-04-20 02:41 am UTC
Re: repost! apologies! - [info]social_climber, 2008-04-20 02:57 am UTC

[info]tigersatthegate
2008-04-19 10:53 pm UTC (link)
Aimé felt sure he had seen the woman before, although he struggled to remember in what circumstances. He did not think she was an escapee, although he remembered her at courtly life back home in France. He struggled to remember whom he had seen her with and in what capacity when suddenly it hit him.

"Madam." He approached her, taking her hand to kiss. "I believe I saw some of your work before the revolution. Are you still able to paint? I very much admired your portrait of Comtesse du Barry."

forgive the repost. The first person I mentioned was from the 1600 not the 1700s!

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[info]widow_newbury
2008-04-19 12:24 pm UTC (link)
Adelaide was thankful to out of her apartment. The subject of whether or not she would attend the ball that evening was a touchy one, as she had not been to any social events since her last husband was sent to the guillotine. However, there she was; looking as innocent and beautiful as ever. Her gown of purple silk accentuated her youthful look.

Stepping down from her carriage she paid little attention to the world around her. No less than three behind the Widow was one of her nurses, whose only purpose was to make sure Lady Newbury stayed out of trouble; as she didn't do well in crowds.

Upon entering the foyer of the Embassy she allowed her nurse to unfasten the brooch holding on her white fur cape before she moved into the ballroom, her nurse politely letting her move off on her own.

But all the while the Widow's bright blue eyes kept glancing around the room, searching for some sign of a familiar face.

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[info]the_ambassador
2008-04-19 01:04 pm UTC (link)
He had never met the young woman before, or seen her, but had her pointed out by one of his aides, a young man who had worked for the Council at the time of Monsieur Kinsley's trial and execution.

The woman was as pale and doll-like as he had been told, and for a moment he was unsure as to whether he should approach her or not. But still, he had duties, and the strange porcelain woman would not prevent him from doing them. Even if the rumours said any man who approached her was cursed.

"Madame Kinsley?" He bows, offering her a smile. "I am glad you could attend. I was unsure how long you intended to remain in Paris. I trust you had a safe trip back to your home?"

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[info]madame_margot
2008-04-21 01:40 am UTC (link)
Marguerite observed the young woman from afar for a long moment. She had fine hair and hollow eyes, but she was quite pretty, even with her steps shadowed by a silent, but obviously overbearing nurse.

It seemed a pity that she should be alone and a good mystery - if not a duel or a romantic intrigue - could brighten any evening.

Meeting blue eyes with a gentle gaze, she stepped forward, bringing a champagne glass with her and another to her lips. "Bonsoir. We have not met, have we? You looked in need of refreshment." Conspiratorially, but not unkindly, she added, "Quick, before your chaperon sees."

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