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]

This is doing a service, though, isn't it? Whether people want to acknowledge it or not. It's an attempt at keeping morale high, which is more than can be said for a few others.

[reanbeans]

[ ...

After a moment, he realized that was a good point, and he'll give a sheepish smile. He had a feeling that maybe even one of the dead would appreciate the fanfare as well. ]

...Haha, I guess you're right. Even if it's not how I'd go about it, it's not like it's something I can say is honestly disrespectful either.

[ He guessed there wouldn't be too harsh of an admonishment for a certain prince after all, though he wasn't getting completely out of it... ]

[drydrown]

Nobility and royalty, in my experience, tend to do things this way. We like things that will attract attention. It's hardly disrespectful, I think, to do such a thing - after all, if we really wanted to disrespect the dead, we wouldn't acknowledge their passing at all.

[He's also just Like This and finds this spectacular but that's beside the point.]

[reanbeans]

That's certainly true. It's definitely something suited to nobility or royalty...though now I hope the others might eventually come to the same conclusion, even if they're not from the same background.

[ But, Olivier had certainly put so much effort into it. And in so short a time. He's not sure that the others would like it, though in the end, it was something he could appreciate.

He wondered if that was because of his own background or bias, though. ]

[drydrown]

Oh, I doubt they'll fully understand. Most of the commoners I know have a hard time getting their heads around the notion that this is just something we do. It's a nice distraction from things when they're bad, at least, and sometimes there isn't much else worth doing at the moment

[Which...is kind of a hollow existence, if you think about it. But it's not something Cumore really thinks about, because let's be honest, Cumore doesn't think about much. Thinking is what people like Yeager are for.]

I take it you're fond of our host...?

[reanbeans]

[ Rean supposed they should honestly just take what they could get for now from their situation, until they could turn it all around. ]

...I am. It just so happens that I know who our host is, because he also happens to come from the same place and world I do.

[drydrown]

Well, that's both convenient and a little unfortunate.

[He supposes, anyway? He's all right so far, but he also doesn't know anyone here personally.

...He wouldn't mind if Alexei were here but that's a different story.]

[reanbeans]

That's exactly how I feel about it, yes. It's a little comforting to have someone you know, but at the same time, not in a place as dangerous as this.

[ Really...it was such a double-edged sword it wasn't even funny. ]

[drydrown]

I'd imagine so. But then, I have a hard time thinking of anyone I would even find comforting here - I certainly can't think of anyone useful, at any rate, which is ultimately what I would want.