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.]

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[raventhaw]

I know I am.

[ the question is...will the people left standing have the knowledge needed to overcome all of this? she supposes they'll just have to find out.

if she's around to see it. ]

I'm sure your friend on your profile would be disappointed if you succumbed to temptation.

[ noctis. whoever that is. ]

[promittere]

[He laughs softly, even though it's not funny. He admires her confidence, though, he complete self-assuredness. In a way, he thinks he needed this.]

I'm sure he would be. I...To tell the truth, I was...tempted. To keep him safe.

[A sigh.]

But he wouldn't want anyone to die for his sake.

[raventhaw]

The first motive got to even the best of us.

[ a beat. ]

I have yet to see any concrete evidence that proves that The Lady and Rembrandt will make good on their promises.

[promittere]

Well, no culprit has yet managed to get away with it.

[...]

Which is probably why they feel comfortable offering such extravagant things in the first place.