Fine Food(?) and Music(???) Await You

[indulgently]

[Well that was truly a heartbreaking matter, to say the least. But what follows will be important. If they crack now, there will be no telling what their future holds. So now, more than ever, it is important that they hold together.

Few seem prepared to rise to the occasion, so it is left to Olivert to prepare something truly spectacular.

As the room is prepared, he hums and serenades himself quite happily. It's a good amount of work but he doesn't seem to mind doing it himself, although he would never turn down a few extra hands if they wanted to assist.

The important thing is that the Opera House has been decorated with lights and tables and rose petals aplenty. Enough to brighten up their little gathering. Amongst the tables there is food, but considering at least some if not all of them were the prince's doing, perhaps a little caution may be in order. There is at least probably a fifty/fifty percent chance of it being an edible dish!

Outside there is a sign made up to draw their numbers in.]

Tonight, a Grand Feast, to be shared amongst friends.
Everyone is highly encouraged to attend, though it need not be mandatory.
In the darkest hours it is important for the brightest lights to shine.
If necessary, tonight that light shall be me.
Wonderful music and food will be provided, you only need bring yourself.


Prepared by Olivert Reise Arnor.

[Trust nothing about this.]

Comments

[drydrown]

[Tonight there will be a...

Oh my god.

You know, Cumore doesn't even know the person who decided this needed to happen but this is such a nobility move if he's ever seen one, hahaha holy shit.

He'll be there of course, because why wouldn't he be? He didn't really know Hyoubu either, after all, and while he doesn't hate the guy any he can't really say he's torn up about the guy dying, and in the end he'd gotten what he wanted out of the entire affair so you know what, fuck y'all he got his.

That said, this is, as noted, such a nobility move.]

My, and it didn't even seem to occur to anyone that this might be a little insensitive! I'm impressed with the initiative, at least.

[...listen he's just going to be like this tonight I'm sorry]

[reanbeans]

[ Rean at this point hasn't expected else from Cumore and so, that's fine.

On the other hand, he's going to have words with Oli after this, probably. ]

...Yeah, I guess that's one way to put it.

[indulgently]

Insensitive as it may seem, I see no better action. In life or in death, people deserve to be celebrated-- the same can be said for our fallen comrades.

[It's just unfortunate that there wasn't someone more tactful to accomplish such a proper tribute.]

It is important that we do not forget their sacrifice.

[baitless]

[...okay he left the church and headed past the opera house to... get back... but...

...

He is going to stare at the sign slack-jawed for a moment or so before heading in, the same absolutely baffled expression plastered on his face as he walks into the opera house and looking around...]

...

Two people are dead!? What even is this!?

[drydrown]

[Cumore is still being...that all over, because we're all just going to need to accept that that is his current default state of being, but he will look over when Seteth shows up and actually has, like, a normal-person reaction to this.]

It isn't as though not doing this is going to bring them back, and they certainly don't need to know about it.

[reanbeans]

[ Rean had been heading back himself to uh. Check up on things for reasons eventually, but...

He's going to kill Olivier—I mean what. ]

...I'm sorry that you have to deal with this. At least I can say that I think Kyousuke would've appreciated the fanfare.

[indulgently]

That is undeniable. I wish that I could offer them better.

[Someone else would be far better suited to creating memorials than this man. Leave him with the parties.]

However, I do worry about the effects that this ordeal has left on us as well. While there is little we can do for those we have lost, I hope that we can at least continue to support one another so that another tragedy like this does not occur.

[Maybe there is, perhaps, at least a small semblance of sanity in this man. He means well. He is just an absolute idiot.]

[inordertobelieve]

Foolishness, that's what.

[ Hi Seteth, he's joining you in the judgmental corner. ]

[galrarm]

[ Shiro glances over at Seteth, then sighs. ]

It's a little much, sure, but at least it's giving people an excuse to not have to be alone.

[youspinmeknightround]

Not how they mourn in Fodland, is it?

[Suzaku is putting himself through this party but he's about as off-put as Seteth.

It's not entirely unheard of as far as Britannians pulling this kind of ridiculousness, though.]

[inordertobelieve]

[ Mikami's first step is to take a shower in the clergy housing. Has he already showered once today? Yes. Does he feel like he needs another one? Also yes. So there he goes. He doesn't normally over-abuse showering as a stress relief tool, but today has been a lot and he doesn't even have a shower schedule in this place yet and god... sometimes a guy just needs to scrub at his skin to stop feeling dirty. He only wishes these showers were actually private instead of stalls in a shared room. Anyone could walk in on him and it hinders the feeling of security that showering normally provides for him.

Later, when he catches whisper of the party, he at least wants to check out what's going on and.... wow.

He actually touches his forehead in a universally recognized gesture of exhaustion and despair. ]

... as if this place needed any help becoming less like a courthouse...

[ Later yet, you can find him walking through the seating rows in the opera house, looking lost in thought. Just what entities were here during the trial...? ]

[moonfang]

[Zangetsu has acquired something edible, and he watches Mikami from the seats]

Seems like they're gone.

[drydrown]

[As someone who is apparently loving the fact that we're gonna throw parties after we kill somebody like perfectly well-adjusted people, and also as someone whose first conversation with Mikami went right to shit within the first two seconds of him saying anything at all, he is absolutely loving the despair there. But he'll try not to be an - ]

Things are going to work a little differently around here, if you hadn't figured that out yet. But I doubt you care - at least the one who went out had a prior record this time, correct?

[...He'll try not to be a total asshole, maybe.]

you know what-- shower

[pr159]

[ Rideaux also already took a shower this morning, but he's touched brain since then, so it seems like a good idea to take another one before dinner. He's still pissed off about not having shampoo, but he's Dealing With It, and he's pretty much got these crappy showers down to a science now.

Anyway. This person was in that other stall already before he came in here, and now that he's done and has his priest-bathrobe on -- even after all the time spent soaping his hair like a fucking animal -- he's still in there. ]

Are you just waiting for me to leave, or are you really that filthy?

party;

[reanbeans]

Yeah...well, hopefully our captors won't enjoy the sudden new festive look either?

[ He's...he's trying. It's probably not going to fly, and he's definitely going to have a talk with Oli about this but still. ]

opera house

[psychophant]

[So the trial was kind of A Lot and the "party" is also A Lot, and Iago would greatly prefer to ignore both of those. The only reason he's here is because he's curious about those things that were watching them— and oh look, Mikami's here too, wonderful.]

Well, it looks as though we had the same idea.

[notbymyside]

[Mikami is actually someone Ango has been looking for. Given what he knows about the man and how today went, he's sure Mikami isn't taking this well. Ango isn't usually one to pry, but this is a situation that is far too close to his own experiences and he wants to make sure Mikami is okay.

...well, he seems fine enough to complain, at least. So there's that.]

I suppose it's not completely terrible. At least he didn't go with lilies.

[pr159]

[ It's not like Rideaux has never had a party shortly after sending a guy to his death before, but this particular event just reeks of out-of-touch old money.

But, he'll tolerate it, if only because it means he doesn't have to worry about food tonight. Anyway, if many of them are going to be gathering here, he does want to make an appearance.

Unfortunately those 50/50 food odds were not in his favor, and he ends up coughing over a really terrible combination of spices.

...Coughing kind of a lot and kind of violently, actually??? But it's fine. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ rip ]

[reanbeans]

...Excuse me, are you alright over there?

[ Rean having a concern over here at that. ]

[notbymyside]

[This. Hm.

Ango isn't present at first, though he can be found in his room. He seems to be busy writing something down there. Is it to clear his head? Maybe.

But when he shows up at the opera house later, he isn't nearly as distraught as some of the people here. In fact, he seems rather composed for having just voted someone to their death and seeing them brutally gunned down.

That said, he is totally being a wallflower and just quietly trying to find something edible. You'll need to approach him to get a conversation out of him.]

his room

[deadlygoals]

[ Just going to help himself into his room before walking over to the desk to peek at what Ango is writing. He's not being particularly stealthy in his endeavor, so he's already assuming Ango knows he's there and who it is.

What is he writing? ]

[ordealia]

[The choice between going back to her room and attending...whatever this is? Not a particularly easy one. In truth, all she wants to do is sleep, but the last place she wants to do it is in her bed. Not after the spectacle from earlier and everything this day has been.

She doesn’t particularly feel much like eating, but she also knows she has to at least get something into her system. Eventually she’ll take a seat off to one side of the room. She can’t say that she’ll be great company, but she won’t turn anyone away.]

[galrarm]

[ Shiro naturally wants to check on people and make sure they're okay... but something at the trial had resonated with him. Not just what Hyoubu had said, but... someone's reactions. ]

Hey. [ He's got a drink for her, which he offers. ] Here. In case you need it.

[promittere]

[Ignis is...honestly not sure if he appreciates the sentiment or not. On the one hand, sure, he can see the value in banding together and spending time together...

But on the other hand they just watched a man be executed and pinned to this very stage, so it's like. That happened. You can't pretend that didn't happen. Having a party in that very same space is a little...much.

Still, he's going to be there, instead of continuing to wallflower. After the things with the blue eyes he's come to realize it's quite possible there's safety in numbers, and there's probably no harm in getting to know his fellows better. (And also a part of him just wants to see what on earth this Grand Feast is, sue him.)

Sadly it doesn't...seem all that grand. He looks over the offerings, lips pressed together.]

I think the wonderful thing might be if we avoid food poisoning from this...

[smh]

[galrarm]

Hah, well, it could be worse. They could've asked me to prepare the food.

[soumettre]

[ Sure, an afterparty may be varying levels of enjoyable depending on how one feels about a celebration for all of today's happenings. It doesn't bother Yuzuru too much, he'll just have his food for now. He won't be too chatty, but is completely free to be bothered for whatever inane thing needs to be done. Seriously, he'll do it.

As for after the after party? Cleaning time! Now that's actually enjoyable for him, humming a little tune as he picks up plates or sweeps up the crushed flower petals. ]

cleaning

[raventhaw]

[ raven will walk up to yuzuru while he's collecting plates. she holds out her own towards him -- seems like there's still food on it. ]

If you don't mind.

[ aka take it boy ]

[youspinmeknightround]

[Suzaku's at the party because it seems wiser to stay in numbers rather than stagger off into the night by his lonesome. He doesn't like this one bit though. He's just going to be sitting by the door in a guard-like manner, pretending he's the fun police and thinking about the dead.]

[deadlygoals]

[ Waving a hand in front of him. S'up, Guard-ku. ]

The only threat here is the food. Pretty sure everyone is too tired to cause trouble- [ A beat as he looks at the party host and all everything here. Looking over at Rean who may have aged 100 years because of it. ] Well, more trouble.