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

[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.

[baitless]

We could at least try to be respectful. Food is entirely helpful in situations such as these, but all... this?

[GESTURES??? GESTURES]

[drydrown]

Perhaps it's a little much, but not disrespectful. You do have to admire the attempt, anyway.

[baitless]

...well, I suppose an inability to read the room cannot really get in the way of good intentions. It's better than wallowing in despair, at any rate.

[drydrown]

Exactly! There's not much sense in doing anything else, if you ask me - it's for the best to keep our spirits up, and I doubt the deceased will care how we do that. Honestly, I appreciate it; the nobility back home does things like this all the time.

[...this. probably explains a lot about cumore.]

[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.

[baitless]

...

[...that does, perhaps, cause him to mull it over a bit...]

Well... I suppose it is good to remember people how they would have wanted to be remembered. I don't know how intentional it was, but... perhaps it is simply serendipitous.

[reanbeans]

[ He'll smile slightly, a little relieved to hear him say that. ]

Haha, yeah. There is that.

Maybe some of the others might like it too, considering that we do need a distraction from what we just saw.

[baitless]

Admittedly, I'm not entirely sure if I actually want to eat anything after that, but it cannot hurt to be with others. It is not the sort of thing we should face alone.

[reanbeans]

I don't think my appetite's quite there either, though I won't judge anyone who can eat after that. But, I really do agree...neither of us should have to face it all alone.

[ Rean just had a feeling that's what their captors would prefer for them to do. ]

It's become clear to me that we have to stick together as much as we could.

[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.]

[baitless]

[...

you know... he can't really be mad at this idiot, it's like someone got eighteen year old ferdinand von aegir to plan a funeral and lorenz gave him advice.]

Well, I suppose your heart is in the right place, at the very least. I think something a bit less ostentatious would be more appropriate, but now that I know your reasoning, I appreciate the effort.

[indulgently]

Were it any more somber, I fear it could hurt us more than help us. This is not an easy situation to navigate for most. Even though I've seen my fair share of tragedies, this one is rather reprehensible for how it had to come about.

[It's the kind of thing that could really do a lot of damage to several people.]

[baitless]

...

[sigh....]

I suppose I understand your logic. I feel like something too bright is jarring, but... it distracted me enough, at the very least.

[inordertobelieve]

Foolishness, that's what.

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

[baitless]

...I feel like there was an intent here, but someone should really explain... tact... to our host.

[inordertobelieve]

A situation like this could call for a wake or maybe a strategy meeting, not... a ball. What does he mean, 'music will be provided'? There should be no music on a day like this.

[baitless]

I'm not actually against music in situations such as these so long as it's appropriate music.

...

I'm not expecting much on that front, though. I do think we need more time to digest what happened before a strategy meeting, at the very least.

[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.

[baitless]

No... you're right. Far better than being alone with our thoughts, at any rate.

[He sighs and heads on in...]

Admittedly, I don't have much of an appetite, so I may as well stay for the company.

[galrarm]

[ A nod. Yeah.... Shiro doesn't particularly want to be alone right now. Not when he has too many thoughts that he really doesn't want to entertain. ]

At least there'll be more than enough company. Tea, too, hopefully.

[baitless]

Tea will be more than appreciated, I think. I haven't been able to find my favorite here, but that's likely to be expected. The standard variety is good enough.

[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.]

[baitless]

[Seteth opens his mouth to speak, thinks about it, and...]

Well, I am sure some people mourn this way, though the people who do tend to be...

[...]

Somewhat awful, I suppose.