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weekend mingle featuring 5 pm brunch because time is meaningless now
[ There probably isn't a single person among them who isn't exhausted after that trial, so it's no surprise that, like last week, there's no party when it's over. Maybe some stay out and mill about the city, while others finally take the chance to get some well-deserved sleep.
Personally, Rideaux is absolutely going to bed now, because it's fucking 10 am or something, and that was a lot.
But when he wakes up again in what is nominally the afternoon, once he's taken a shower and no longer looks like a haggard mess, he's actually going to hole up in the kitchen at the clergy housing and make some pancakes. Just pancakes and nothing else, because this mix is "just add water!" and that'sthe extent of his cooking skills the most effort he's going to put into anything. Some of them may be slightly burned and oddly shaped, but they're free, so shut it.
There's also some coffee and some (cheap, not his good stuff) whiskey, so if you want to make a half-assed Irish coffee, he's not stopping you.
Is this supposed to be a distraction? Is this actually all just to celebrate the fact that Cumore briefly thought he was going to die and that was delicious to watch? Maybe, but no one has to know that. ]
Personally, Rideaux is absolutely going to bed now, because it's fucking 10 am or something, and that was a lot.
But when he wakes up again in what is nominally the afternoon, once he's taken a shower and no longer looks like a haggard mess, he's actually going to hole up in the kitchen at the clergy housing and make some pancakes. Just pancakes and nothing else, because this mix is "just add water!" and that's
There's also some coffee and some (cheap, not his good stuff) whiskey, so if you want to make a half-assed Irish coffee, he's not stopping you.
Is this supposed to be a distraction? Is this actually all just to celebrate the fact that Cumore briefly thought he was going to die and that was delicious to watch? Maybe, but no one has to know that. ]
jazz bar - sunday
So either this trial's completely broken him of any and all common sense or he's got something mind when he goes looking in the jazz bar today. You in here, Rideaux?]
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[ Just kidding of course he's here. He's actually by the piano this time, looking back at some of the sheet music he'd found here on the first day they'd gotten to explore the bar.
He briefly glances up when the door opens, maintaining a neutral expression despite the intense feeling of ugh that always hits him whenever he sees Iago's face, then refocuses his attention on the pages in his hand. ]
Don't see you in here often.
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I don't make a habit of stopping by. [Well, he used to, but he's not going to mention that to Rideaux.] I was looking for you.
[He hesitates for a moment, like he's not entirely sure what to do now that he's actually here, but well. Whatever, here we go.
Iago presses a hand to his chest and ducks his head a bit - it's a bow, though not exactly a proper one by any stretch of the imagination.]
You have my apologies for what I said during the fourth trial and my attempts to pin the blame on you.
[It's straightforward, and maybe not entirely sincere, but the fact that he's bothering at all probably says something.
He straightens up after that and settles a bit.]
I owe you that much for your assistance in this last trial. The information you provided was necessary. [As always.] And... I wanted to thank you for what you didn't say as well.
[This trial was an absolute fucking disaster in every single possible way and yet somehow Rideaux didn't make it worse?? He easily could have and they've made no secret of how much they hate each other, and then Cumore was being accused and Rideaux could have seized on that too, but he didn't. Now that he's really had time to process all of that, Iago's sort of stunned that Rideaux didn't attempt to make any of that worse. So you know what, he's willing to take the hit to his ego to at least express his gratitude for that much.]
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But by the time Iago straightens up, Rideaux is back to a neutral expression again. ]
Well, I appreciate your [ finally ] saying so.
[ Though to be fair, he kind of had gone after Cumore once it seemed feasible to do so, he'd just done it carefully to make it look like he was doing so objectively and based on legitimate reasoning rather than out of spite. And he'd definitely still voted for him, even though he'd been fairly certain it was actually Ango by the last minute. While getting justice for Dist would have been nice, getting Cumore executed after all of his bullshit in the last trial and since would have been much more satisfying.
But if Iago doesn't know any of that, he certainly doesn't need to. ]
I didn't hate Dist, you know. I always would have preferred he live to the end of this.
[ Which is true, though he's making it sound like he was reining himself in out of respect for him, which is... less true, if not entirely so. But he doesn't see that it really matters. Anyway, he'd gotten to witness plenty of Iago's suffering without having to lift a finger, so he didn't miss out on too much by staying quiet. ]
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I understand. Even if it was solely because he was useful, he would have appreciated it.
[He doesn't want to think about just how many times he reassured Dist that of course he was useful.]
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[ His main problem with him was the company he held, and everything that went along with that. ]
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[dist's child will never be finished, rip........]
I can certainly see why you two got along, then. I learned what I could from him, though I'm coming from a world so far behind that I may never catch up.
[Not like that's going to stop him, but that's not particularly useful here and now.]
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[ ..."Got along" is kind of an exaggeration, but that's not a thing to nitpick here. ]
And no, you probably won't catch up, but you'll at least be much closer than you were before. As much as I dislike you, I'll give you credit for being open to new ideas and eager to learn about things.
[ At least he's straightforward about that much... ]
I know I mentioned this before, but my world was divided in two up until a year ago. My side of it was advanced in technology and the other side relied on spirit artes. There are people who spent their whole lives in Rieze Maxia who moved to Elympios after the schism was dispersed, and... while I wish they'd go back where they came from, I'll admit they've assimilated surprisingly well in a short time.
[ This is as close to support as your ass will ever get from him. Cherish it. ]
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I see. It certainly is frustrating to be coming form somewhere so removed from what we're dealing with regularly here, but I enjoy the challenge of learning.
[At least Seteth feels him on being so far behind...]
I look forward to seeing what more I can learn here. I don't plan on being useless now.
[No one can take over for Dist, but we've got a bunch of very angry people so maybe spite will be enough to fuel some sort of discovery so we don't all die horribly!!]
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[ It's gotten them this far, so why not. ]
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[Anyway.]
That's all; I simply wanted to get that out there before whatever this next week brings. Thank you for your time.
[And he'll take his leave here!]
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...and whenever he eventually leaves the bar himself, he's going to take this piece of sheet music with him. ]