[Mingler] A week hence...

[sissy_queen]

There have been rumors about an event - a tourney, wherein men would fight to show their greatest might, and ladies would cheer them, and grant them their favour if they did well

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[not_snake_bite]

Steerpike is hardly going to compete, or even to lend a hand. He does like, however, that he can witness all this peacocking about, and that is exactly what he is doing, sitting up in one of the bleachers. He even brought a snack - something called popcorn, which he found in the kitchen, and which works well for his purposes. He wouldn't mind company as he sneers at the knights and chuckles at the medieval attire.

[mooninherhair]

Alice steps behind Steerpike, quietly, and sits down next to him, adjusting her dress as she sits, always as proper as possible.

"Does this amuse you?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. She has to admit, the jousting isn't her cup of tea, but it's something to do, so she's more than willing to be entertained for a time.

[not_snake_bite]

A glance and a smirk to himself, along with a smile, then.

"Ah, this is entirely foreign to me," Steerpike replies. "We did not have such... barbaric events in Gormenghast."

Instead, they had academics running around naked, goats in the living room, and wood-carving competitions. Coughcough.

[mooninherhair]

"This is a part of history to me," she remarks. "It seems quaint, not barbaric."

And a little pointless too, she thinks.

[tricky_bowman]

Some months ago, after she'd poured the wine to free her mother's soul, Tristan swore himself he would defend a young Mycenaean princess. That day has come, in the form of a tourney, and so he has competed bearing her colors, red and gold, and a shield indicating his allegiance to her.

He fought bravely and valiantly, though he did find himself bruised and battered at the end of the day, and will be grateful for a chance to rest.

He's spent so much time training with his bow, it seems jousting is an exertion, now.

[ohmaiden]

Iphigenia may have never seen a jousting event before--in her time, men competed with each other in footraces or wrestling matches--but it's certainly exciting, and even more exciting is that Tristan is fighting for her.

It's admirable, and an honor, and so when she sees him come back from the jousting, dirty and bruised, she's ready with water for him to drink, and a smile on her face.

"You did well," she says, handing the water to him.

[tricky_bowman]

"All for your name, my lady," Tristan replies, smiling a little more. He might glance back towards one of his competitors, one of the larger fellows.

"The knights of Orkney fight dirty, in truth."

It could be Aggy or his brother, leaving it vague purposely. :-)

[ohmaiden]

"Some men do," she agrees, nodding.

"Thank you, though. It was a pleasure to see you fight."

[ichbinzillah]

Okay, so ZIllah thinks this is really, really ridiculous. But hey, it's entertainment, so she's sitting there on the bleachers, looking amused and half-rolling her eyes.

She claps politely, though. She does have manners, after all.

[non_foxy_widow]

She may have a seatmate, a lady in a Victorian summer gown and a straw boater hat with a parasol in hand, the same lady she'd met some time ago.

"Like a page from Lord Tennyson's Idylls of the King," she remarks, amused.

[ichbinzillah]

Her lip quirks.

"Or something. It's kind of silly, isn't it?"

[non_foxy_widow]

"I suppose it's no more silly than a cricket match or a baseball game in my time," she says. Then with a quirk of a smirk of her own, she adds, "But those are quite silly: I suppose that they give a man some healthy exertion to keep him in fit condition, but there's something rather... rammish about it, I suppose?"

[homely_sonja]

Well, here is a mystery (!) contestant. Large of shoulders and tall, he is mysteriously unidentified, for his helmet hides his face entirely. Those of Westeros might notice that he bears the crest of Tarth - Brienne feels no need to hide from her countrymen - but the crest is unknown to others, and that suits her.

She will joust with honor, but will be distracted by her covertcy.

Looking for a partner with whom to joust! ^^

[skepticalmagic]

Morgana's a little more obvious as herself, and thus has had difficulty finding a partner. Obtaining armor was not difficult, thanks to the plothole, but Del is untested in a tournament situation. The horse is well schooled, but Morgana's hoping she won't spook.

Fencing is more her style, but she's never had the chance to compete in any capacity, and she's not missing this one.

She may look a little lost, looking for an opponent: men, and their silliness.

[homely_sonja]

Brienne would react like the men, if she did not emphasize with Morgana: lack of armor would the match uneven, regardless of gender.

Still, she figures she can go easy on the woman without bruising her pride.

Or at least, she can try.

Hence the sword, tapping onto her buckler.

A wordless challenge.

If my assumption about armors is incorrect, er, pretend I didn't write it >.>

[skepticalmagic]

Morgana has some armor: but it is much more rider-friendly, chain mail and a helmet. Ironically it's Del who is better protected, not that Morgana's concerned. This is a tournament, not a battle, and Morgana's abilities are an unknown.

There's a smile -- half smirk -- at the challenge. Whoever her opponent is, has Morgana's gratitude, but gratitude only goes so far, she has no intention of going easy on anyone.

The wordless challenges is silently accepted, and she makes her way over to Del.

[elven_irs]

Well, he did it again. How, we're not sure yet (talk to the typist if you want yours to be responsible for this), but Caranthir, though a blood knight he may be, got unhorsed, fell in the worst possible way, and broke his sword arm.

He's going to be cursing all the way to his father's forge.

Feel free to try to help him out.

[first_ranger]

[elven_irs]

(Certainly, with family! Perhaps he sat with his nephew's wife, and they separated to congratulate people separately?)

Caranthir is torn by the offer - he was in the middle of cursing Gigalain and calling him a troll whose wetnurse had been engrossed by a balrog, all in elvish, when he's interrupted by Benjen. And so his head snaps.

"Are you here to mock me?" he asks.

Sorry: it's just he's got that on-switch thing going on.

[first_ranger]