finer food, but no music

[promittere]

[Well that was...unpleasant, to say the least. Two more deaths, but this time there's the matter of whatever's happening to Seteth as well.

Ignis is trying not to think about it, which means he's thinking about it a lot, which means he spends a few moments pacing and trying to figure out what to do. He thinks back to the party - for as much as you could call it that - that Olivert hosted, and, well... He's not sure how much morale can be boosted, but it's worth a shot, isn't it?

The decorations of the opera house are much simpler this time around, but the food is noticeably better, between the actual operational kitchen and the fact Ignis is much more skilled than Olivert. The food is well made and it even looks delicious from where it's set up, and there's a sign outside the opera house that reads:]

A not as grand feast, for all of us to enjoy.
Attendance is not mandatory, but it might be better than staying alone.

Catered by Ignis Scientia.

[At least there are less rose petals this time.]

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[galrarm]

[ He's walking by, when he sees the scraps of paper. He'd almost mistake it for snow, if he didn't spot writing on them. He doesn't look too hard, but he makes his way up to the balcony and clears his throat. ]

Mind if I take a seat?

[notbymyside]

Feel free.

[There's plenty of space for someone else to sit. Ango is going to keep meticulously ripping up the papers though.]

[galrarm]

[ Shiro takes a seat, and he's... curious. ]

Getting some of your frustrations out?

[notbymyside]

There is no paper shredder here.

[So yes, he totally is.]