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

[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.

[promittere]

Truly, we've been spared. [Laughs...] If I had known this was being planned, I would have offered to cook.

[galrarm]

You've got that right.

[ A quiet chuckle, as he glances around at the others. ]

They really put in a good effort, though. [ a pause. ] ... How are you doing?

[promittere]

They did.

[He can agree with that much. At that question, he grimaces.]

I suppose...I'm doing as well as I could be. I didn't know either of them very well, but it's still a senseless loss of life.

[galrarm]

... Yeah.

[ Isn't it wild how a single word can sound so heavy? ]

And there was nothing we could do but watch.

[promittere]

[...

This is...less than ideal. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.]

I wish we could have stopped it.

[But they probably would've just been shot and killed instead.]

[galrarm]

[ For the very briefest moment, something darkens in his expression... but it passes, and Shiro nods. ]

I almost did, honestly. They forced someone's hand, and killed him for it. That isn't justice.

[deadlygoals]

It makes it a little exciting this way. Don't know if you'll get the deadly one or something actually decent.

[promittere]

A game of chance, but the only way to lose is to play.

[deadlygoals]

You won't be alone in losing.

[ Others are taking the chance to try it out. ]

[promittere]

Are you willing to lose?

[Or are you going to do the smart thing.]

[deadlygoals]

I'm willing to watch others lose~

[ The smart thing. ]

I'll only play if there's something to gain from it.

[promittere]

Of course.

[He's not even surprised.]

What kind of incentive do you need?

[bawcock]

You can say that again. I don't know how I feel about all this food going to waste like this, especially with circumstances being what they are.

[ Like, this is not great. He is absolutely frowning at the tables. ] Wonder how long this stuff will even last.

[promittere]

Depends on how much actually gets eaten, I suppose.

[Which is...probably not going to be much of it. What a waste.]

It's a shame.

[bawcock]

[ A shame, he says. Erik turns his head to the side, worriedly placing his hand at his chin. ] Yeah, that's one way of putting it.

[ Maybe there's no point thinking about this now. He drops his hand and crosses his arms. ] Anyway, it's too late to salvage anything here. Not unless you know of a way to turn back time.

[promittere]

[It...might be fine. Ignis doubts that the Lady would be so generous, but he also is pretty certain they're not going to be just left to starve.

Probably.]

If I did, I would have already done so. [So, really, they're just doomed.] I think we'll just have to hope that nobody gets sick from this.

[bawcock]

[ Probably being the key word there. Also, he would've done it too so, rip. ]

Hard to believe that's a concern at a party hosted by royalty. [ He's pretty sure that Olivert guy is a prince, anyway. That's what the profiles said. ] But at least we'll be okay if we stay away from...

Well, everything. [ Now that he says this, he realizes it's a bad plan. ]

[raventhaw]

[ she came here to get food and leave, but ignis is right. a lot of this looks unappetizing. raven scoffs, arms folded across her chest. ]

Just what we all needed after a long day.

[promittere]

[It's such a waste, really.

Ignis sighs, adjusting his glasses.]

I'm sure something might be salvageable.

[raventhaw]

You sound confident about that.

[promittere]

I've learned how to make do with...less.

[raventhaw]

Spruce this up, then. I'd like to see what you can do.

[promittere]

Is that a challenge?