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. ]

Comments

[raventhaw]

Not recently, no. The last time I'd spoken to her was after Shin's trial. I'd asked her about her "side project" with...brains and whatnot, and she'd emphasized the concept of misdirection.

[ which is still a hell of a thing to consider. ]

The side project could have been a distraction for us so she could put her actual plans into motion.

[pr159]

That's possible. It did get everyone focusing on that for a while.

[ Ugh. There are entirely too many unknown variables in this equation. ]

...Honestly, I have to wonder what will happen here on our side if we don't figure it all out in time.

[ "Thinking positively" is all well and good, but he'd at least like the option of preparing for the worst. ]