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"You're drunk, Yumi," Desde sternly told me.

"I know I am!" I slurred.

"And you're in no condition to be talking," she sighed. "Look, stop chugging spirits like a Shinushya and be a hostess like you're supposed to be, and we can discuss this subject of yours tomorrow when you're fresh and perky." She got up and whispered some recipe for something to my handmaiden before she patted me on the back and left me alone at my table.

Hana said Desde cared for me despite everything, but what was she thinking as she walked away right then? Oh, poor big sister Yumi can't hold her liquor and is ten seconds away from throwing up at her own party. What a sad, pathetic princess she is. How can she rule an empire if she can't even control her thirst? Something like that, probably. And ###### it, she'd be right.

 

I waved frantically, looking for a bowl or something, before I just reached for the teapot, quickly ripped the lid off and thrust my mouth into it. Incoming in 3... 2... 1... Blarghagarathafghht. Blarghhhhasshat. Blah. Bleh. Ptoo. Well... bile crisis contained. For now.

 

A keen servant quickly snatched the now-putrid teapot away and slipped a bowl onto my lap for future incidents though I was actually feeling a little better already, and then another attendant began to cleanse my face of the pastry I smeared over my mask. (Thankfully, my fluffy headdress had been removed when I sat at that table so it wasn't ruined. Kudos to whoever thought of that!) Right now I needed to rest and recuperate so I could hopefully regain my footing and return to the party's floor and, from the looks of it, Desde/Zafin had put a bunch of servants up to that task and soon a bacon and egg sandwich, fresh pot of black tea and a slice of steak was in front of me.

 

Thank Zuto Nui for the people in my life. (Where's Hana? :???: I hadn't seen her since she left with Jiyu.)

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When he set his champagne flute back down, half-full, onto a passing waiter's tray, Arsix looked at him and tried not to let her face betray her. She saw her tells, as he saw hers. They had no secrets from each other save this one, and when he turned her face to look at hers he saw hues of wariness, frustration. There was a dash of fear in the glow of her golden eyes. What are you doing? her gaze asked, though she dare not use Ideatalk. It was alright. He could read her eyes just as succinctly, and he leaned in to kiss her temple softly. A vein throbbed under his lips, and then he'd pulled away, disappeared into the crowd. Jasik was tall and strong, and dressed in the fashionable styles of the Dastana, but he had slipped into the crowd with the ease of a shadow on the wall.

 

...

 

The servants set a sandwich and meat before the Chojo, complete with a pot of black tea. The servant's hands were steady as stone; they poured a cup nimbly for the Chojo and helped her drink.

 

...

 

Even from here, he could recognize inebriation.

 

...

 

The handmaiden slipped down the dais.

 

Jasik filled her place, casually walking up the steps and stopping at the last perch he could without flagrantly tossing social protocols in her face. Her face... Yumiwa was physically beautiful, no doubt, with sly blue eyes and a soft jaw that framed the royal half-smirk well, but for all the attention Jasik paid her she may as well have been a tablecloth he admired - pretty and well-made, but nothing that stirred any sort of desire unless you happened to be into tablecloths. The First Son wasn't such a man. Was she even supposed to be beautiful? Maybe his view of her was skewed, jaded.

 

No one had ever been beautiful to Jasik except Arsix, and by extension, Jasik.

 

All the same he bowed, limber and low, and when he stood his golden eyes were glowing behind his mask. His orange collar straightened itself, well-practiced at framing his own face. Yumiwa's head swiveled on her slim neck when she looked at him, and her eyes narrowed on his face as if it had taken her a few seconds to discern who he was. He would not fault her that, either, even if he'd cared to; they'd never met, after all, and Jasik had tended largely to his own affairs back home. The Dastana's presence at court had always been relatively detached, as far as the royal family was concerned.

 

"Chojo," he greeted formally, the picture of easy confidence when he smiled. "I fancied a breath of air myself. May I join you?"

 

"Sure," I said lazily after what seemed like a long time squinting at the visitor. It was the costume that tipped me off—murmurs had spilled through the floor about the Dastana's satirical take that, for some, bordered on blasphemy. Still, I offered my grace to him as the dutiful hostess. "Why not. Want some tea? There's no wine to be found up here, I'm afraid."

 

"I've had enough wine for tonight, thank you. Tea would be wonderful." Jasik's smile was handsome, and he carried it as easily as he carried the crown on his head. The First Son sat down beside the Chojo and held up his head with the index and middle knuckles of his right hand. From here, the partygoers were all blips of color and costumes, swirling about in a tapestry. Even Arsix, singular specimen that she was, had disappeared from sight. The Fursics had fallen into a similar state. Everyone was below him from here.

 

It was, Jasik Dastana decided, quite a pretty view.

 

"I saw a certain gardener being escorted off the floor earlier tonight," he said, taking a polite sip of tea. "One of the servers whispered to me that we had you to thank for it."

 

-Tyler

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Ic: I'd been sitting alone for a few minutes when Dastana Jasik finally made it up to the final steps of my dais and, honestly, I was welcoming any sort of company by that point. He came forward with an uncanny sort of gait, lazy but well-composed and not wholly unlike my own casual composure, though I, of course, moved my hips more. My Akaku showed what he was like under those clothes, and he seemed rather well-groomed, like a warrior, which belied the lazy nature he displayed for all to see. A man of mystery, Jasik was; a book ten thousand times more scintillating than Kuno.

 

He took a seat next to me and was promptly given a cup for his tea, which was quickly poured for him. "I saw a certain gardener being escorted off the floor earlier tonight," he said, taking a polite sip of tea. "One of the servers whispered to me that we had you to thank for it."

 

"Gardener," I harrumphed. I stared distantly down at the rabble of guests, admiring the swaying grains of dyed rice as they floated about. This was the first "Yeah, that was one way to look at her. I don't know if it's green but Relisai sure knows how to stick her thumb in the wrong places, like her ###." The spite in my not-yet-sober tone was clear as day, though Jasik could consider himself fortunate that my ire was directed at someone far removed from the party. I wonder, what was Relisai up to now? Probably held in a vicegrip by the Hogo retainers. Suits her well.

 

"So what they said was true, that you're dressed like an imperial consort, yeah? What, is that supposed to give me a hint or something?" I teased and smirked mischievously, though I wasn't too sure what Jasik wanted for sure. He had to want something, though. Dastana always did, or so my mom said one time long ago.

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IC: Soraya [imperial Palace, Dragon Room]

 

There had been one brief, shining moment - it had been right around "Noshima, you need to loosen up a little" - where Soraya thought she had found a fun, interesting conversation group for the evening. And then they had started talking about books, and clan organization, and "the advancement of cooperative communication" (a sentence which was practically art in how obtuse it was) and now the jump-out-the-window option was looking more and more appealing by the second. Even that First Son seemed happy to talk libraries, when he wasn't making her start thinking she should check him for signs of life. This is exactly what I was afraid of.

 

Her eyes darted around the room; up above them all, Yumiwa had managed to get absolutely smashed in the half an hour since her little speech - really? Like, really? - and one of those Dastana was whispering something to her. The music had gone, and Dakte with it. Morie was deep in conversation. Soraya was now rapidly going from "the partygoer who stands by the booze and seethes at nothing" to "the partygoer who is out-of-place enough that it's only a matter of time before the guards ask her a few questions." Maybe it was time to skedaddle-

 

She had a sudden, clear vision of Yumiwa reaching for another glass of wine, spilling it, calling for her to fix it, and Morie having to step up in her absence. For an instant she followed this up with they'd deserve it, before sanity reasserted, she wouldn't. Soraya stifled a sigh. Right now, she really, really missed playing traveling saleswoman.

 

She resigned herself to turning back to the group when something - someone - caught her eye. The Chōjo's sister was doing the best to hide the frustration and disgust on her face as she returned to the floor. Lady, I know the feeling. She looked back again; Yumiwa was far too trashed to properly lay into tonight, so she was going to have to make sure she had a chance to meet her face-to-face again tomorrow. Even for the official family dyemaker, waltzing up to the Chōjo's chambers was something easier said than done. With the blessings of her sister, though-

 

She turned back to her group and gave a light bow. "Ladies, gent, very pleased to make your acquaintance. Hope the rest of the night goes well for you." She stepped away and made a beeline for Desdemona. Time to figure out how to tactfully say 'Hey - as you probably know - your sister's either oblivious or cruel. Mind if you make sure I can meet her tomorrow so I can chew her out?'.

 

Or, well - she always thought tact was overrated.

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IC: Akone

While the party was on-going, Akone wandered the Hall to search for food and drink. She also made it a point to interview some fellow Hogo Clan members about their views on Noshima, just like she wanted.

 

Akone returned to Noshima's side with a glass of mildly alcoholic juice. She waited for the Toroshu to finish her conversation to relay the results of her interviews.

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IC: (Lhurai)

 

I squinted, making out the form of a rather attractive woman across the party.

 

"Eh. I'm sure you'd find something you'd like."

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"I couldn't possibly say, Ms. Arisaka," I replied, hiding my smirk behind another sip of wine, from a cup which was most certainly not empty. "And it is a pleasure to meet you as well."

 

I allowed for a lull in the conversation before adding, "If I may seem indiscreet, I must presume you have affluence of a sort to have been invited to such a party as this, no matter how loath you may be to present. Unfortunately, I'm a tad behind regarding the politics of the day, and your name doesn't seem to ring any bells...."

 

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IC: Arisaka

 

Arisaka started refilling her cup, with the fountain being right there and all. "Well, being an Umbraline certainly helps with that...I was also raised to be a guardian of the Royal family..." She took a long sip of her newly refilled glass.

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