(2018-05-30) Convivial Feast
The initial feast for the Convivial of the Communion
alvise raffiano 
Communion
Summary:
Alvise makes social rounds and then is visited by Raffiano
Related:
The Convivial of the Communion
Misc Info:
A few important visitors are in attendance.

Alvise di Sabastino is definitely at the feast, enjoying foods and entertainment. Looking through the legs of a passing stiltwalker, he spies Prince Matyoc, who has been a guest at the Palazzo Sabastino, but who Alvise himself has not truly met. As he is with Sabastino personnel as part of his retinue, Alvise makes a note to drop by at some point to talk. For the most part, he takes this opportunity to fortify himself for a long evening of standing, holding a candle and praying. After that, the social niceties, which he is somehow able to convince himself he is adequate at observing.

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The sound of booted feet echo off the tiled ground and bounds between buildings as a group of Wyvern Company guard march through the piazza.

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By and by, Alvise approaches Matyoc to discuss sport. The popular sport in most of the areas of the world that Alvise is aware of is the tournament, jousting in particular. Perhaps Matyoc can be induced to speak on the subject of jousting, and prowess therein, or to offer up an argument as to why jousting is not actually the best sport in the world, in favor of some activity local to the Eastern Empire.

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| Alvise (Proud) |
| -----— |
| Failed Modest |
| -
------ |
| Proud |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 18 |
| Modest |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 16 |
(>-------<)

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(>-------<)
| Alvise (Tourney) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 17 Status: |
(>-------<)

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The lingering scent of fresh bread wafts through the piazza as a vendor moves to market to sell fresh baked goods.

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Having finished a rather stilted conversation with Prince Matyoc, and not yet ready to dive back into the food, in hopes of not being too groggy with an overfull belly for the peregrination to the Ponte Speranza for an all-night candle vigil, Alvise greets various local faces as he winds through the crowd towards Curate Henricus. Alvise is determined to do his duty for the family, but hasn't much idea, immediately, on how to talk to a Curate socially. At last, he decides that, given the Convivial, the subject of the

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Paragon of Communion is his best bet. Alvise spends most of his time expounding on very basic concepts of the Communion in flowery language, because he in no way wants to actually discuss religion in such a way that his actual knowledge of the subject would be implicated.

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(>-------<)
| Alvise (Generous) |
| -----— |
| Success Selfish |
| -
------ |
| Generous |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 15 |
| Selfish |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 8 |
(>-------<)

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(>-------<)
| Alvise (Orate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 19 Status: |
(>-------<)

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Entirely undeterred where a lesser or wiser man might choose to shut his mouth semi-permanently, Alvise leaves the bewildered Curate behind and circles around the crowd back towards a Sister of Concordance not far from Prince Matyoc. His victim, wait, no; his conversational partner will this time be treated to a speech cribbed from various ancient sources and sort of mashed together into something vaguely resembling a heroic tale. It may well be that Alvise exudes a bit of desperation at this point, in a social sense.

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(>-------<)
| Alvise (Valorous) |
| -----— |
| Success Valorous |
| -
------ |
| Valorous |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 1 |
(>-------<)

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(>-------<)
| Alvise (Orate) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 5 Status: |
(>-------<)

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Having at last told a coherent tale, if not necessarily one of a particularly pleasing subject matter, Alvise moves through the feasting crowd to greet Contessa Gritti, head of the Lion Company. Before initiating this conversation, he takes some time to sit at the feast again and compose a short poem about Bergatine to slip in as though it were spontaneous. He intends the poem to highlight physical beauty and political rot, and to call to earthly ambitions that he suspects the Contessa may yet harbor.

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(>-------<)
| Alvise (Worldly) |
| -----— |
| Success Worldly |
| -
------ |
| Worldly |
| Trait: 14 Roll: 8 |
(>-------<)

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(>-------<)
| Alvise (Compose) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 19 Status: |
(>-------<)

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Then, having met most of his obligatories, Alvise concentrates on the early evening's enjoyment factor, feasting and enjoying the entertainment.

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The sound of booted feet echo off the tiled ground and bounds between buildings as a group of Wyvern Company guard march through the piazza.

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The sound of booted feet echo off the tiled ground and bounds between buildings as a group of Wyvern Company guard march through the piazza.

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Raffiano arrives from the Ponte Speranza.

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Raffiano has arrived.

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Near the Albrici banner was a family table for celebratory feasting in the Piazza. There Raffiano certianly enjoyed his fill of food, mostly roasted boar, and some ale. His attire was more in the burnt sienna colors, with some golden flowers in a very loose garland, to show his family and support of the Convivial. He'll have time to be somber a little when it comes to the vigil, but for now, its just a feast to the Albrici son. Rising to his feet, he parts with his siblings. Setting down his drink and considering socializing. There are important guests about, he sort of considers that, though not sure he would be impressive to them as a member of Albrici. So instead, he looks to other houses banners and decides to mingle with them. Circling about from house area to house area in the Piazza as its set up for the celebration.

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Having expended a considerable amount of his inconsiderable social might upon various hapless dignitaries, Alvise enjoys the feast day atmosphere, with delicate food items and in-your-face entertainments, and persons all around to help sample either. Soon enough there will be a time for reflection and prayer, which he will no doubt dutifully attend, but this is the preferable part, for him. Under the Sabastino banner, he rises in his house color themed garments and makes his excuses to the other attending family members for a brief turn about the Piazza. Having met Raffiano di Albrici on several prior occasions, Alvise is able to recognize him on sight, and is suitable impressed with himself for being able to do so. He looks about a bit before approaching and making his greetings, because he hasn't heard of any cessation of the Vindicti between Albrici and Gaspari and would hate to take a knife or a poisoned drink meant for someone else. Still and all, with a grin, he does approach, keeping his hand away from his own blade, and saying, "Greetings, Signore. I hope that the Convivial is well with you and yours."

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A flutter of pigeons near the fountain causes a stir as they beat wings heading for a nearby rooftop.

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The sound of booted feet echo off the tiled ground and bounds between buildings as a group of Wyvern Company guard march through the piazza.

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It seems who ever orchestrated the tables has put Gaspari and Albrici at opposite ends of the Piazza. It seems safe enough. If there are lurkers, Raffiano isn't looking so much. As if to put on the face of bravery even amidst the Vindicti. "Signore Alvise, a pleasure as always. It is well, good food, good family, good friends." He comes nearer the other too, helping bridge the gap between them. "How are the Sabastino's? They are ready to take this years prize in stacking? My family may not do so well this year, we are focused too much on drinking. I don't think I'll have a head for standing on shoulders when it comes to it." A grin, he glances about the plaza a moment, then turns his gaze curiously back to Alvize.

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Laughing, Alvise agrees, "We are surprisingly well-placed in stacking this year. I have been no good, myself, at keeping us focused and not drinking so much. But my sister, Arabella, whoever shows up and however, uh, overprepared they are, she will get them organized and stacked. I say we will be surprisingly effective, and I drink to it, like so." He lifts his cup at this statement and takes a long drink. "I demonstrate, thus, my faith in her abilities, certain that it is charming and only a little bit infuriating for me to act in such manner. Alas," he continues with a shrug, "this, my personal style, which is certain to become increasingly popular over the coming months and years, is not yet adopted by others, and puts me at a temporary disadvantage in social situations. Dignitaries of high standing, such as Princes, Curates and leaders of men seem particularly incapable of seeing the change that is coming. More's the pity, I say."

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He didn't have a cup, his was left at his table, so whoever has a table here now has one missing cup. Raffiano raises it to Alvise, "Here is to Sabastino then, may they be the victors this year." A grin and he drink, a long drink, whatever it was. Thankfully it did have some alcohol in it, or Raffiano would have been sourly surprised. "Your faith is well placed I imagine, infuriating she may be to you, Signore, but alas that is her role as your sister. She cannot let your life be too easy that you become complacent in it. And she is their to charm you when you might be more than a bit infuriated." A grin and nod, "And to your style then. I admit I've pondered these dignitaries and visitors. I would introduce myself but I fear I could well make more trouble for Albrici by doing so. Though, if you good sir wish ti impress upon them your personal style, I would gladly accompany you." He lifts the acquired wine to indicate some of the tables that may indeed house them, including Sabastino's own table if the Prince has remained there.

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"Ah, I attempted to impress myself upon them a bit earlier," Alvise says. "There was a bit of a lull in the feast, and I filled it with me. Even I have to admit that a second dose is probably not in order." This statement no doubt hangs dreadfully in the air to any other Sabastino ears that might be about. Alvise simply presses on. "If you feel no need to introduce yourself, I will not speak otherwise to your wishes. It is not as though an introduction by me would be worth many points, if, indeed, their minds are even any better than mine at recalling names and faces in the aftermath of brief social interaction. But, then, having had the inclination to don House colors today, their impressions of me will no doubt be properly attributed at least that far. Other members of the House will surely be able to make their own impressions though." He waves this minor matter off in suitably dramatic fashion and asks, "Have you formed any impressions of your own on any of Matora's visitors or recent events that you might be willing to share?"

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The lingering scent of fresh bread wafts through the piazza as a vendor moves to market to sell fresh baked goods.

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The lingering scent of fresh bread wafts through the piazza as a vendor moves to market to sell fresh baked goods.

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Looking out half a moment at the nearby Prince perhaps, Raffiano considers the words. He has to look back at Alvise to make sure he's following along. "No, I feel no need. For introductions or introductions." He means to be introduced or introduce himself. "I suppose if I attempt to un-impress them, they would certainly remember me." He considers the more direct line of questioning, finishing off that drink he acquired and putting the cup down, maybe on the same table. He could hope at least. "I don't think I have, not directly. I do admit I took the pleasure of a dance with Signora Arabella. It was a fine day for dancing, and I did note the eye of the Prince turned are way. I might like to think this is due to my skill on my feet. But I know better, I am inept in the art of dance. Perhaps he had his eye on her the entire time?" A consideration, hopefully not too offensive considering he's speaking of the man's sibling.

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"I do appreciate your being so forthcoming, Signore Raffiano. That is an observation that perhaps no one else was able to make, and well worth having," Alvise says. "I, certainly, could not have made that observation. I was unavoidably detained elsewhere the evening of the feast. I'm pleased that it was a good day for dancing, and that you saved one for her. It is something she enjoys and, as I was not there, I would have been partially responsible for her not dancing, if she had had no partner. If." He does not mention the Prince specifically. He does idly swirl his nearly empty glass; he knows exactly which table he needs to return it to.

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"It was but luck that I did not offend Sabastino by stepping on her toes. I thank you for your kidness and understanding." Raffiano may have had a few glasses, he's far more cordial now that he might otherwise be even. "I'm sure there will be time again for that dance. Is there not some masquarade to attend at your family's generosity?" He thinks he heard something of that, and gives a moment for the man to respond. Then he shifts, "I should see about an introduction I think. Best of luck in with stacking, I'm sure every member of your family will contribute, and if Signora Arabella has spent time preparing your stackers, I am sure Sabastino will do well." Half a pause before turning, "I bid you good day Signore Alvise."

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"Of course," Alvise says. "I think I've heard of that too." He briefly considers pretending to be hard at work on it, but doesn't think it will make a huge splash as a claim, so, after a moment, simply adds, "Thank you for your well wishes, and I bid you a good day as well." And so Alvise returns to the feast with another social interaction successfully transacted.

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