At last, my love has come along~

[goteachother]

~~Date Night~~

After everything that's happened, especially the shock from the giddy joy of Thursday night to everything that happened on Friday, Queenie is more determined than ever to make sure everyone can find some joy in this place. Which finds her determined and busy most of Saturday evening, after crying herself out, and all day Sunday. Anyone that tries to stop her or insist maybe there's something else she should or could be doing will be told that she's got something in mind, it's going to be fun and no one should worry about her, thank you very much.

One of the small tables from the dining room is missing, along with it's chairs. They have now taken up residence in a quiet corner of the garden. She's taken one of the pink sheets from the 2nd floor rest area and made it into a tablecloth, set out candlesticks, and relocated a rose or two into the area. Jars and additional glasses from the kitchen are scattered around, glowing a soft, delicate blue light from dancing flames that give off heat but do not burn.

Every day this week a different couple will find memo mice seeking them out.

The pleasure of your company has been requested in the garden this evening at 7 o'clock. Follow the lights for fine food and better company.

The food will be served by magic and Queenie will do her best to keep as much distance as possible, giving everyone their privacy. While the main dishes will vary there will be two things consistent, night to night. Excellent wine from the bar upstairs and a rich, decadent chocolate mousse topped with hand whipped cream and glazed strawberries.

Comments

[scourgingstars]

He's very good at his job as Shield--was, I suppose. The two of you would have ended up throwing punches at one another before long, most likely.

[Ardyn sighed, pushing his hair out of his face only for it to fall right back in his eyes.]

...For as much trouble as this has been at its worst...I think perhaps despite it all I was fortunate to have met all of you.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Should've put a magic brush in your regains, bro.]

...I wonder how long this is going to last.

I mean, if PAL's or the network's or whatever intent is murder for drama, if this is still just some...fucked up reality game show to them, then there has to be an ending point. The lucky winners get to go. I wonder if there's a certain length of time this will go to, or if they want to whittle our numbers down to a certain amount.

I just mean--I wonder. Who gets to go home. I guess for some of us that...isn't much of a prize.

[scourgingstars]

If I had to guess, I would estimate 'one' to be the ideal number for them. If a trial should go poorly and a murderer betrays their friends--that would be a stunning dramatic climax, were this all actually fiction.

[As it was, it was the Worst Possible Thing.]

...For my part, I don't think I've an Insomnia to go back to right now.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Maybe something else will happen. Maybe you'll get to stay in this universe or something. But I guess...I guess that's another worry we'll have to put on the backburner while we figure out how to survive. [He fiddles with his wine glass as he says it, because they're no closer to unraveling how to beat PAL than they were two weeks ago, and it's frustrating that they do fun things and become great friends only to remember that the next worst thing to Omega is calling the shots.]