weekend mingle featuring 5 pm brunch because time is meaningless now

[pr159]

[ 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's the 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. ]

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[baitless]

[...yeah, he really should take a very long... actual sleep, honestly. Not the longest sleep he's taken, but it's pretty long! But he's not the sort to laze about even if he's tired, so he eventually gets up, makes himself presentable, and heads down to the 5pm brunch. Who even knows what time it is, he's eating some delicious buttery pancakes. It's not going to sate his hunger, it never does, but hey. He's used to it by now.

...he'll also make up a plate or two for people he doesn't actually see at the brunch because fuck it. He should be better about looking after people, even if this is... kind of a mess. He's also got, uh, some outfit next to him as he eats because he's really been wondering if anyone actually wants that thing... maybe it'll. Maybe it'll help someone. Maybe. Who knows.

After that, he's... feeling kind of aimless, honestly. His usual "stare at nothing and try to think about things" haunts continue to be the aquarium, the bridge, and the church. As far as actually doing things, he's doing his best to keep up on his lance drills in the second floor stage of the opera house and... trying out Pac-Man in the arcade.

Look. They're things to do with his hands. He hasn't been in the mood to try and write kids' books in Polish Hell, okay? He's just. You know.

It's been a bad time.]

[deadlygoals]

[ He's just drinking spiked coffee, but he will come into the dining area to poke at whatever it is Seteth has brought with him ]

Never took you as an abs kind of guy.

[ Poking at the outfit ]

[baitless]

Hm?

[sorry, he's got a mouth full of pancakes, hang on-]

...ah, that's not mine. I have no idea who it belongs to.

[well, okay, he might have an idea, but he's not really sure...]

[deadlygoals]

I bet Cumore might appreciate it.

[ Though it would be nice to see Shiro in it if he's being honest. ]

I don't think I can fill it out.

[ Lifting it up to hold it against him. He's 119lbs and very lean. ]

[baitless]

It... does seem like his style, doesn't it...

[...]

Honestly, it seems suited for warmer climates in general.

[deadlygoals]

You can always leave it at his door if you don't get any takers.

[ Secret present or something. ]

It does. Not sure how anyone could go around in it without feeling like they'll fall out.

[baitless]

That's as good an idea as anything else. I suppose if you actually know what you're doing with it, you can wear it without issue, but I don't exactly feel like I could pull it off...

[deadlygoals]

You seem like the right width for it.

[ Just going to eye Seteth. ]

I don't know if I ever seen you shirtless. So I can't really tell.

[ Does Seteth have abs ]

[baitless]

Hmm. I’m not sure if whether it would fit or not is the problem with me, since I would likely fill it out well enough. It just seems... like I am not suited to it.

[deadlygoals]

True true. It's a little flashy for your tastes.

[baitless]

...plus it seems like it would be very cold to wear, and I am not entirely fond of the cold...

[deadlygoals]

[ Because you're a lizard, seteth ]

It would. Especially with all the rain and colder weather here.

[ Do they need to make a blanket next for Seteth ]

[baitless]

Yes, exactly. Fortunately the rooms are warm enough, but I cannot say I enjoy being cooped up.

[way ahead of you buddy.]

brunch

[psychophant]

[Iago didn't exactly have any plans on joining everyone for this since he's spent pretty much the entire day either locked in Dist's room having a meltdown, locked in Cumore's room trying to piece himself back together, or fast asleep. But he needed to get something to eat, so here he is. He's looking as put-together as always, though it's obvious he's just. done. He's so tired. He needs to sleep for the rest of this damn weekend.

He gets about as far as bypassing Seteth on the way to the kitchen (with at least a nod in greeting) before he pauses and doubles back to look at the outfit.]

...Where did you get this.

[That isn't even a proper question, and he's trying to keep his face from doing... something and not really succeeding.]

[baitless]

[...what a reaction, especially from someone he's been honestly kind of concerned about given... waves hands...]

Ah, it... came from the store, actually. Is it yours...?

[he's trying not to sound judgmental, but really, what the fuck is that thing.]

[psychophant]

[look it's fine his dist died and he spent the entire trial shrieking but we have bigger problems right now.]

It was. A long time ago.

[He approaches like he's considering taking it, then remembers that he now lives in Cumore's room. Cumore will never let him live this down.]

Burn it. It's certainly not something I wanted.

[i am so sorry that seteth now has the mental image of this man wearing this thing but also: that's hilarious]

[baitless]

...

[he kind of squints a bit.]

Is that... some kind of class uniform?

[LIKE, THEY SHARE SOME SIMILARITIES, HE'S... HE'S GOT TO WONDER]

[psychophant]

[.................]

All Dark Mages wear them.

[...]

No, I don't know why.

[baitless]

...

Why... do any of us wear any class uniforms. Honestly, though, the interesting thing to me is that the Dark Mages I'm used to wear very heavy robes. And masks.

[psychophant]

Sorcerers wear something similar to this, [gestures to the circlet] and I'm assuming you don't mean masks like mine.

[huh. weird. what's up with your non-sexy dark mages.]

I imagine your Wyvern Riders don't wear the same thing you do, however.

[being a unique character means unique clothes!!! even if they're just a slightly upgraded look to your class.]

[baitless]

No, they look a bit more like... hmm. I'd say they look a bit like a crow's face, honestly. I know they were fairly prevalent during the plague in Faerghus, and dark mages just seemed to latch on to the aesthetic.

[actually, it's kind of a chicken and egg situation. a demented crow and egg situation.]

But no, the standard uniform is different.

[psychophant]

[do plague doctor masks exist in nohr?? has there ever been a plague??? i hate fates.]

I see. Well, I suppose dark mages do tend to be a rather eccentric bunch.

[Not that it's a bad thing! He too is an eccentric dark mage. But we're so weird.]

Anyway, I have no interest in keeping that stupid thing.

[...hmm.]

Actually, perhaps I should. I don't want anyone else wearing it either.

[would dazai wear it??? he has no idea. he doesn't like it.]

[baitless]

I suppose that's true, though there's really nothing wrong with it.

[...]

Dazai suggested giving it to Cumore. It... does seem his style...

[psychophant]

[..................]

Absolutely not. Cumore can never know about this.

[take it to your grave, seteth!!!! don't ever tell cumore about this!!!!!]

[baitless]

Alright, I won’t. I will simply take it back to Fódlan as a curiosity and name no names.

[smash cut to Manuela trying to convince him to wear it]