when your thoughts turn sour make them sweet instead

[sentree]

[ That was...positively horrible? Ugh. After a few hours, notes are slipped under each person's door. They read, in a neat handwriting: ]

Banquet in Vanellope's honor in the dining room.

- Reyna, Sally and Thalia

[ You may not know what to expect when they say banquet, but it...really is one, isn't it? Thalia's main dish is cheeseburgers, so there are so many of those, but the table's positively covered in an arrangement of fruit and vegetables and all kinds of bread. Looks like they've gone all out.

What's really the cream of it all, though, are the desserts. Not a lot that's special, but there's a wide collection of cookies and cupcakes, and enough hot chocolate to feed an army. Maybe literally. There is a section that's particularly fancy, and that's the many candy apples, definitely courtesy of Sally. Along with a cute amount of peppermint bark. It seems like the food is unending, too, since there's the delicatible smell of baking cookies and simmering candy from the kitchen. Thalia and Sally are keeping you stocked, don't worry. ]

Comments

[darthfanboy]

[kylo ren got fucking smashed at the trial. it's fine, it happens.

he won't be showing up to the party for that reason, but you could possibly knock on his door and see what happens.]

[lusito]

[...actually as a matter of fact we totally will see what happens on our way back to our own room

knock knock]

[darthfanboy]

[creaaakkkk

kylo kinda pokes his head out of the doorway, eyes half-lidded and his hair even messier than what it was in the trial. he looks like some sort of pissed off cat as he addresses joshua.]

What.

[lusito]

You have my sincerest apologies if I'm disturbing you: I simply wanted to see how you were doing after today's events.

[darthfanboy]

Fine.

I wasn't very affected by today. Outside of the physical ramifications of having an open bar.

[lusito]

[why do you think joshua is leaving the banquet early]

I must admit, I'm a little surprised that they provided such a thing. Or that their selection was as strong as it was.

[darthfanboy]

No doubt trying to get us sick after that malfunctioning elevator ride.

[lusito]

That was certainly quite the trip, wasn't it? [hee hee] I suppose we should be grateful that the return trip wasn't as bad, considering how much liquor was consumed during that trial.

[darthfanboy]

Somehow I doubt that our benevolent host wishes to clean up the resulting mess.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She really should leave it alone, but...

Here she is. Knocking.]

[darthfanboy]

[the door creaks open.

kylo ren is standing in the door, completely and unashamedly hungover. his eyes are half-lidded and his face is pale. he's wearing only his inner tunic at this point, and you have to wonder why the guy just doesn't wear a t-shirt or something.

his eyes widen just a smidge when he realizes it's her, however, though they go back down to their droopy selves in just a moment.]

I wasn't expecting company.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She's still not used to seeing his face. His real face. But it is a relief, to finally know what's behind that eerie mask. She hitches her chin upward, seeming to steel herself, and raises her eyebrows at him.]

I'm sorry...to bother you. But I wanted to thank you.

[darthfanboy]

You're not. Bothering me, that is.

[his expression hardly changes, though it's hard to tell if that's because he seems ill or if that's just his face.]

You're welcome.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Oh. Well.

[That's good, she guesses.

She shifts from foot to foot, her hand resting on the door frame.]

It's just—I don't need anybody to stand up for me. I can do that just fine on my own. But it....it's still nice. You, and Thalia, and Oswald. You all stood up for me. Not many people at home would do that.

[darthfanboy]

Even those with admirable strength need allies, especially in the face of adversity.

[just a sage nod tho. he gets you.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

I suppose that's right.

[She's certainly learned that lesson...it's a painful thought.]

Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Thank you. Are...you feeling quite alright?

[darthfanboy]

I will be. I'm only nursing physical ailments at this time.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Given their enlightening talk, a now awake and sobering Ratigan figures, why not before knocking.]

[darthfanboy]

[okay, so he has to look around for a second before he spots ratigan on the floor there.]

Yes?

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Oh my god he has a face. Not surprising but he almost expected nothing.]

I take it you're not among the guilty, telling from how you're standing before me.

[darthfanboy]

I suppose I'm not.

I take it you're visiting for reasons beyond a simple pleasantry.

[stenchus_rodentus]

My dear boy, isn't every conversation you have pleasant?

[Said with a delicate wave of his hands before resting down with claws linked together.]

But for the matter, no. One I believe you may be interested in most delicious news of a new passing and the second matter...well, you know scoundrels like us and Ursula. Sometimes calling a ceasefire is in order before the proverbial shooting begins, eh knight in dingy armor?

[darthfanboy]

You have my attention.

[nothing more, nothing less.]

[stenchus_rodentus]

Then it's settled~

Back to my point, it appears one of our more mammalian counterparts has paaaassed by the inn's hand. What do you make of that?

[Death is p much something to gossip about for him.]

[darthfanboy]

Was it the duck.