darling, it's better down where it's wetter, take it from me

[anasty]

Your invitation under the door comes handwritten in varying calligraphic, but complimenting scripts:

Our remembrance takes place at the pool this evening.

Accensa domo proximi, tua quoque periclitatur.

Don’t antagonize the eels.


The ambient light around the aqua centerpiece of the water is golden, thanks to what appears to be small will-o-wisps hovering strategically placed on the outskirts. Don’t try to touch them - they burn. Inside the water, there are indeed a pair of dark blue eels swimming around... but they're at the deepest reaches, at least?

Reigning over it all is a makeshift banner, comprised of several notebook pages taped together. In a careful calligraphy script:


ACTA EST FABULA, PLAUDITE!

There are three tables.

The first is food. There is first and foremost a decadent spread of fresh and dried fruit, as well as raw vegetables by some dip. Some delectable varieties of bread have been provided by Belle and are accompanied by some jam and cheese. For those that don’t want to put anything together, there are also triangles of monte cristo sandwiches from Oswald's suggestions. There is a simple, folded piece of paper acting as placard. The same elegant inking is there, if much more subtle: Consummatum est.

The second is drinks, the division between alcoholic and non-alcoholic made by another folded paper placard: Bibere venenum in auro. The alcoholic section is a variety of cocktails, but particularly a copious amount of wine pilfered from the Tip Top bar. The non-alcoholic side is predictably soda, water, and juice. There are also a few pots of brewed tea from Belle - get them while they're hot!

The final table sports every swimsuit that coat check and the pool room had to offer, along with sunglasses ( for what? Why, style of course ). The placard reads: Fortunae naufragium.

It may be a bit more lavish than Ratigan’s party, but there is one key difference - it’s all self-serve.

Comments

[anasty]

[ Out of the frying pan and into the fire, Tadashi. Ursula is here, hands on her hips. ]

What did you do?

[ She accuses the boy. At least she looks more annoyed than outright angry? ]

[tadaishi]

[It's not his fault the eels are rude.]

I dropped some fruit into the pool, they tried to eat it and didn't like it, and splashed me.

[anasty]

[ Well that gets a grunt of amusement out of her. Guess who else is rude? ]

You're lucky that's all they did. Your invitation did explicitly state not to antagonize them. Or can't you read?

[tadaishi]

[This is why he never interacts with her.]

I can. I wasn't aware I was antagonizing them.

[It was an experiment.]

[anasty]

Eels don't eat fruit, you fool. What else would you call trying to feed it to them?

[ Both of the aforementioned eels are swimming back and forth at the edge of the pool nearby, watching this exchange from just below the surface. Two scorned children watching their mother chastise their bully. ]

[tadaishi]

I wasn't feeding them, I dropped--okay, that sort of counts as feeding them, I guess.

[They're more of the bullies here, but he doesn't particularly want to deal with 'mom' for too much longer, so he'll admit defeat.]

...I'm sorry, I won't bother them.

[anasty]

See that you don't. I didn't put this occasion together to watch more fighting.

Though... [ A little glances towards the eels before Ursula leans in slightly, lowering her voice. ] If you would like to continue to sit by the pool in peace, I would suggest that you make it up to them.

[tadaishi]

[Why is he trying to mollify the eels?]

Uh...how would I go about doing that?

[Give them food they'll actually eat?]