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Somewhat surprised that they would be singled out of the line, Sennos looked at the attire everyone had on in comparison to everyone else in the line, and frowned slightly. This felt like an uncommon occurrence, compared to the others that were waiting.
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Sense Motive Action

Dressed in something white and wine colored befitting her station against Lady Martella, and her role, the modestly loose gown is cinched by belts at the arms, and the corset that complement the calf-high boots serving as a nice balance between the modern culture of fashion and a modest touch for an affair like this. A proper curtsey is given in greeting at her arrival, and a nod to Urasia on entry. Likewise, a small plate of bread, cheese, and other small bites is gathered for decorum, though it is set before her and untouched as of yet.

"Lady Martella, it is nice to see you once more." Keeping an ear open during the week in the various places she could reach that were closer to servants than it was the nobility was what she had been doing, looking for names that came up more than most. Socializing among other competitors in an admittedly limited fashion was also what occupied the majority of her days, as she was here to compete as well. This evening was somewhat of a pleasant diversion, in truth.

Sennos was doing her best to follow and listen in to the explanations of the items that were displayed in the arcade, paying particular attention to the ones that had to do with sporting accomplishments that were enshrined within the Arcade. Even still the grand display of it all was breathtaking. There were several things that were quite awe-inspiring given their size, and a couple of accomplishments that made here wonder just why those in particular were chosen to be displayed here. Undoubtedly, some of them were the result of political favor and familial ego, but that was Taldor, was it not?

In a more personal setting, she was definitely more relaxed than she was in the tavern, a bit skittish and wide-eyed no matter how much she tried to downplay it. Thankfully her drink was more water than it was wine, and she was not sure whether it was the drink or her nerves that had her hovering on the edge of nauseous.

Looking around and trying to not seem like she was out of her element in a place like this was foremost in her mind. That, and trying not to fuss with the laces of her shirt. The sleeves were loose enough that she did not feel constrained, and the harness did curtail a lot of its length that would have been troublesome. A bandanna was thrown over her hair to both cover it and hide her hairstyle, which was likely too upscale for this place.

The trio knives on her harness were also a message, albeit couched relatively politely.

Uncertain about what to do here, she tried to keep an open ear and eye, letting Peris and Volt lead as everyone found a decent place to sit. Her drink would be mostly water, and the food was to be determined.
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Gen. Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

For all that the other aspects of her pursuits involved nobility– at least in regards to thing soutside of the competitions– Sennos was at a loss with the fashions that were currently in vogue presently. More comfortable materials gave way to harsher ones, the emphasis on a certain type of styling more restrictive than the last... 'What, are they trying to demonstrate how much they don't need to move?' that she gave in to the recommendations of the attendants. While she was not entirely satisfied with what she ended up with, it was not the worst thing that she had worn, and she was entirely being petty about getting a free outfit.

Later...
The denial at the Arcade of Triumphs was not something that she really felt at a loss for, figuring that if she performed well enough, there would be a marker of her accolades eventually. At present, she was more distracted by trying to figure out her assignment. So much so, that she agreed to the offer that Volt put forth before she fully thought about it. Which then raised the question of what she was going to wear, since the attire she had for meeting with Lady Martella was wholly inappropriate.

"Dammit, I need another outfit..."

Amidst the casual talk
The ease with which Sennos replies when the conversation shifts to their actions implies some familiarity with the question of her skills and capabilities. "I'm more a 'Competitor' than a 'Gladiator', in comparison to Aria. I've been a participant in settling a few disputes the 'Noble Way'— which is to say they paid someone to fight a duel for them– the majority of my accolades are from outperforming the competition in physical contests." She paused as she had a thought. "I did have a trainer, but talking about where they got their training was something they seldom did."

Vylora's advice was received with a look of relief at a sound plan, though the expression fell at the thought of yet more talking.

On the walk to Threads Rare
Every now and then as they were walking, the occasional individual would get a look of awe or enthusiasm and she would have to spend a few seconds to a minute exchanging words with them before begging off and rejoining the group. Most of the exchanges were ended with Sennos asking them to attend and cheer for her in the upcoming games.

Their entrance into the clothing shop was met with a look of awe, and a bit of avarice. "Oh... Oh my. I'm not a fan of the dressing up, but I am a fan of looking good."
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Fashion Sense(Society): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Not. A. Clue.

In the midst of the other responses, Sennos opts to wait until there is a bit of a lull to respond to Sir Peris. "I am to identify the two most prominent members of the senate that are in support of the rules as they are, and somehow give their opinions less of the weight that they have." Her expression said that she understood, but had no immediate idea how to do that.

The goal was understood, but being able to identify the two that everyone looked towards was something that would take some work. She had the feeling that there was going to be a lot of socializing in the near future, and likely not with fans.

After receiving her letter, Sennos is thoughtful, glancing at the others as they talked back and forth, folding her letter up to tuck it inside of her tunic. The proper level of decorum was adopted for this gathering, and she did her best to maintain it, treating this as an exercise. "Sir Peris, If you would like some company with your request, I believe my request fits with yours."

Aria got a knowing grin from her, one of friendly competition, where Arturo— in the minority of this group– was watched with slight curiosity. Vylora had a defensiveness about her that she had seen in competitors before, that felt like she had something to prove to everyone, while Sir Peris seemed the most composed of them, perhaps. She certainly was interested in the clothing shop, though.

A conversation could be heard down the hall, coming closer, several footsteps walking apace. "—no, no, thank you, if it weren't for the support that I get from the stands, I don't know if I would have made it as far as I have, for certain— you're too kind, I'm just doing my best out there, and you help make that better. Thank you, thank you..."

Stepping into the room was a half-elf, a bit on the short side, her attire more suggesting that of a competitor, an athlete than that of the decorum of nobility. The close-fitting tunic in the wine-and-wheat colors of the house of Lotheed, cut at the shoulders and belted at her waist with a wide leather oiled leather belt that had been worked with scenes of competitions. On her toned upper arm were several charms of the victor hung from a polished fine silver band that chased around her exposed arm, their tiny muted jingles against the band testament to the capability of their owner. The boots were made from the same leather, worn just enough to be broken in, lacing up her shin and equally worked around the cuff. There was a thin chain woven in to her dark brown hair that had been braided back from her forehead, leaving just a cut and shaped star to rest in the center of her forehead, the cut crystal marking another victory earned in a competition. Potentially a significant one, if the detail of the charm was any indication.

Her skin was darkly tanned, but her brown eyes were bright and smiling as she stepped into the room with a bit of a self-conscious and sheepish smile accompanying the typical curtsey of greeting. "I appreciate your patience with my arrival, I was waylaid a bit..."

As she spoke, her eyes glanced around at those assembled, seeking similarities as her feet took her to a space that was respectful of everyone present without appearing distant.