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Léon Belmont ([info]ex_the_ambas216) 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]mercedes_dupont
2008-04-19 09:54 am UTC (link)
Mercedes flashes a small, unhappy smile. "I suppose that is the best plan we have, for the moment. You should tell you brother..." He pauses, and then smiles properly. "But I would like to make your acquaintance later in the evening, if possible."

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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-04-19 09:59 am UTC (link)
"I am sure I could be persuaded to introduce myself later this evening" He smiled, a little flirtatiously this time.

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[info]mercedes_dupont
2008-04-19 10:09 am UTC (link)
"Somewhere private, perhaps?" Mercedes smirks, eyes moving up and down over Amié in response to the boy's flirtatious tone.

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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-04-19 10:11 am UTC (link)
"Is that the way you usually greet people you've only just met!" Aimé teases, tapping him lightly on the arm. "I'm not so sure if that would be wise. I believe the ambassador has spies in every corner."

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[info]mercedes_dupont
2008-04-19 10:22 am UTC (link)
Mercedes laughs. "It depends how you charming they are, Amié." He says, and then turns towards the Embassy stairs. "I suppose I shouldn't be keeping you out in the cold. I'll speak to you later, over some wine? I'm sure I'd be very very glad to meet you. And perhaps not every corner will be watched." He adds, grinning.

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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-04-19 10:44 am UTC (link)
"Of course, later." Aimé promises, letting his hand linger on Mercedes arm before he brushes past him, running up the stairs and showing his invetation to the door man.

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[info]mercedes_dupont
2008-04-19 03:16 pm UTC (link)
Mercedes sighs, watching the boy leave the darkness and step into the light that flooded through the open doors of the Embassy, into God only knew what. He let his fingers stroke over the edges of his folded invitation again, and waiting for a long moment, allowing two more carriages full of guests enter the building before he too climbed the steps and handed over his invitation.

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