Well that sure happened

[notbymyside]

[Ango truthfully isn't much of a cook, relying mostly on takeout food to keep himself fed. But takeout isn't an option here, and after that...colorful trial, he doesn't have it in him to trust food that he isn't preparing himself.

It's not bad, really. Just rather plain. There is also a noticeable lack of meat among everything he's prepared too. And it all goes well with the liquid diet he's supplying, courtesy of the jazz bar. Plenty of booze bottles and glasses can be found for your drinking needs. He's sure he's not the only one who wants to forget that whole cursed trial.]

Food and drinks are in the opera house. Be sure to drink responsibly.

-Ango

[There are also no decorations, beyond the mess left behind from earlier.]

Comments

[bawcock]

[ he really shouldn't but he is. it's Charming..................??? to somebody out there, somebody who did not get walloped straight into tuesday

also something something he only moved the pieces with his left hand while keeping the other under the table, whatever ]

A tactician? Jeez, no wonder you beat me so easily! I think I'll be feeling that one for a whole week!

[psychophant]

You're welcome.

[iago no]

I am the lead tactician for the entire Nohrian army, so I've had quite a bit of experience.

[bawcock]

[ iago yes ]

You don't say? Well, I've always thought you were clever but this is on a whole different level. Let me guess—you're trying to find someone to play against to keep your skills sharp, right?

[psychophant]

Precisely. I played quite a bit with my subordinates when I used to have free time, so I suppose I've grown rather fond of it.

[he's grown fond of crushing people mercilessly, because iago is a competitive asshole who only plays games he's good at!!!!]