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#1 Eliza Fathvell

  • Daughter of Lord Fathvell

Atium Chandelier
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusCourting Caden Hasting

  • OriginSouthern Islands

Posted 07 November 2016 - 05:15 AM

"Felix. Felix, wake up!"

Instead of obliging, he made an unhappy noise and rolled over, pulling the covers over his head.

"Feliiix!" Eliza sat down hard on the foot of his bed, jostling the mattress.

"Eliza? What time is it?"

"About ten, last I looked. Wake up; we're going on an adventure."

"Do you realize when I went to bed? I never see the world at this time of day. I think it might break my fragile sense of self."

Eliza pouted, even though he couldn't see it. "Fine, fine; I'll let you sleep. You can just do paperwork with Aunt Cora when you wake up, instead of coming with me. And I'll have all the fun making a deal with the theatre company all by myself."

Sudden darkness enveloped her as Felix threw the covers off - and onto her. "I'm up! I'm up!"

After Felix helped detangle her from the mess he'd made of his blankets, Eliza went back to her own room via the secret passage that connected their quarters. Apparently Father had had secret passages installed throughout the keep, and this one in particular was so Felix could get to her easier in the event of some sort of attack, but Eliza couldn't really help but think he hadn't thought this all the way through. Did he remember anything about what they'd been like as children? Of course that passage would be used primarily for hijinks and shenanigans. In proper Best Cousin fashion.

Then, once Felix was dressed, all he had to do was follow her and away they went. Cora, if she sent someone to wake Felix, would send them to his room - while Felix himself was a floor below, leaving with Eliza on a grand adventure. An adventure that would make their house - and Eliza herself - a valuable new contact. After all, Eliza needed to make sure her skills were as sharp as ever, and this theater - with its supposed "Southern Islands" themed show - was the perfect place to begin. If Eliza was correct in her suspicions, this was as good a place as any to start rebuilding her own professional network.

The carriage ride itself was quiet; Eliza was going over what she knew about the company while Felix slowly brought himself all the way to wakefulness. She'd saved him a pastry from her own breakfast, and let him enjoy it in peace and quiet as the carriage brought them to their destination.

Felix helped her down from the carriage, of course, and she stepped down into the midst of quite a crowd. She couldn't help but smile. Looks like they were right on time. She'd got wind of this reception yesterday; Lord Gaston Bouchard was entertaining potential investors into his theatre - trying to attract funding for this show of his. What a surprise for him, then, that a pair of Fathvells would show up.

Gaston Bouchard would be inside, most likely, bidding farewell to the last of his guests as they made ready to head out. So inside they went, Eliza on Felix's arm, and sure enough, there he was - in the grand foyer, beneath the great chandelier, his wife clinging to his arm. In true theatrical fashion, he couldn't have set a better stage. From here, they could merely wait by the doors. Interrupting here would be unnecessarily rude and make the coming task more difficult. Besides, with his attention on his departing investors, it was only a matter of time before he noticed his new guests.

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#2 Gaston Bouchard

  • Lord of the Theatre

  • Age48

  • Relationship StatusMarried

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusDeeply Hidden

Posted 10 December 2016 - 04:44 AM

The morning, Gaston thought, had been incredibly successful. He had notes on the notepad in his breast pocket about sending several contracts out to different interested investors. There were a number of the city's elite that he had not yet gotten in contact with. He needed to do that. He had heard of several newcomers trying to make bids in Luthadel. One of the things that Gaston had learned in the last 20 years was that if noblemen were invested in more things in Luthadel, the stronger their bids were, and the more money came to line his pockets. Even if the theatre did not make their bid successful, it was just one more reason they had to stay afloat in Luthadel... Because they had spent their money on local culture. At least that was what Gaston had told himself.

Gaston was a real people person. If he was being honest, he just enjoyed the company (as well as the money) of the people who had visited his theatre this morning, and that had put a small pep in his step. He was feeling fairly confident. He had just wished his final guest, Lord Fawks Lastalles a farewell. As he was showing Lord Lastalles out of the building, he saw a pair of people that he had hoped would stay away from the theatre... He could tell from their tanned skin, and dress that they were the same Fathvells that he and Amorette watched dance at the ball. Since then, he had learned they were cousins. One had been in Tavira her whole life until she came here, Eliza was the daughter of Lord Fathvell himself. Felix Fathvell had grown up with his aunt in Austrex. That one was slightly more of a mystery. It seemed both of Felix's parents were living, so why send him to board with an aunt? Gaston would never send Arabelle to live with a relative.

He knew that this moment would come since the Fathvells finished building their keep in Luthadel. He had hoped that it would take them a fair amount longer so that the Southern Isles show would have time to run its course, but alas, he was not so lucky. The spring in his step was not entirely extinguished, but he knew what was coming. He had tried to prepare himself for their arrival, but it was just not possible.

He gestured to Lefoux to escort Lord Lastalles past the lobby area of the theatre. "I would love to meet with you again, Lord Lastalles. Please look out for my letter. I shall have Lord Archambault write up the terms we have discussed and have them sent over to you." He gave Lord Lastalles a final shake of the hand. He knew that Lefoux was Smoking the area, so he had been Soothing Lastalles. He very gently eased off the various emotions that had allowed Gaston to make such a good deal: doubt, unease, hesitation, and the man's insecurity, Very slowly backed off, and let the man go, being very careful not to arouse suspicion from the man or the new guests that had just shown up.

Gaston did not allow himself to appear shocked that the Fathvells had appeared uninvited. Instead he greeted them with a smile. "Lady Eliza and Lord Felix Fathvell, what a lovely surprise..." Gaston said genially. "I do not believe that we have gotten a chance to meet in person, but I am well aware of your recent arrival in Luthadel. I'm sure the whole of the city is after your appearance at the last two balls." Gaston bowed. "Forgive me, where are my manners. Welcome to the Luthadel Theatre, I am its proprietor Gaston Bouchard." Lefoux came back to join them. "This is my colleague and trusted friend Lefoux."

Gaston reached out his hand to shake Felix's and then Eliza's. "What brings you to the theatre...? First, perhaps you would like to join me, I was just about to sit down for lunch."

#3 Eliza Fathvell

  • Daughter of Lord Fathvell

Atium Chandelier
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusCourting Caden Hasting

  • OriginSouthern Islands

Posted 10 December 2016 - 06:52 PM

Eliza couldn't quite suppress the grin that appeared on her face when she and Felix were noticed. Just as she'd planned, she'd caught the theatre owners completely off-guard. Now they would be scrambling to shore up their defenses, leaving her free to pursue whichever opening she pleased. The first reaction was always the most important. If he'd responded more smoothly, she'd have needed to adjust her approach and mannerisms accordingly, but he was already feeling the heat. That gave her the high ground, and an excellent position from which to press her advantage. So long as she was careful and applied the right amount of pressure in the right places, this meeting was hers to command.

She did at least manage to turn the grin into a polite smile as the man in charge, who introduced himself as Gaston Bouchard, approached. She extended her hand, expecting him to kiss it the way many men did to ladies, but instead he shook it the same way he shook Felix's. Interesting; was he sending a message that he knew she was here for business? Acknowledging her as more than just Felix's accessory? Hedging his bets? Happy coincidence? Whatever it was, she would accept the compliment without letting it cloud her judgment. If it was intended as flattery, this wouldn't be the first time.

"Lunch sounds delightful," she said with a knowing smile. "We can talk more then."

Of course, they all knew exactly why she and Felix were here, but she could wait to drive that home until later. For now, she wanted to see how he handled the pressure.

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