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Léon Belmont (ex_the_ambas216) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-03-28 07:54:00

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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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social_climber
2008-04-24 10:15 pm UTC (link)

"An old deck that I found. It was left behind the other day at a tavern. I though it was best not to let a good pack of cards go to waste, so I offered them a home. Not that they have repaid my kindness much in the last few evenings." He explained, and then slid them across the table. "Please, would you deal? I shall find us some glasses. And a cork-screw." He adds, glancing at the bottle.

He makes himself busy searching, although out of the corner of one eye watches his companion. "Why are you in England, Olivier?" He asks casually, having found two glasses, and set them down. Unable to find a proper opener, he resorts to pulling a flick-knife from another pocket and stabbing the cork with that, before pulling it out and pouring them both a generous measure.

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