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.

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Yuuri & Junpei

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Clarith & Arianna

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Roland & Nishitani

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Nari & Cece

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Rhys & Angel

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Church & Ardyn

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Choro & Queenie

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[But why?

THE GARDEN LOOKS BEAUTIFUL AND THE FOOD LOOKS DELICIOUS AND THIS IS OVERALL DELIGHTFUL BUT. WHY?]

Queenie? Am I late?

[scourgingstars]

[Things Ardyn doesn't need to do: eat or drink. Things Ardyn doesn't want to do: this.]

[Things Ardyn really doesn't want to do: upset Queenie.]

[Rock, hard place.]

This is an elaborate joke, right? She's joking.

[brokencode]

[Angel wasn't sure what she was walking into, and worked solely off of the assumption that this was something of a dinner party for everyone. She had been defiant in the wake of Lee's cruelty, and lashing out with a party seemed like it would be perfect.

She knew little about what proper dinner party attire would be, but something told her that it wasn't a unitard. As such, she found herself putting on her new dress, figuring it a slightly better alternative, if a bit short and a lot ostentatious. She also painted her nails in the odd, 3-D nebula polish.

Of course, all of her assumptions were proven wrong when she walked into the garden and found but one table to eat at. She looked around rather quickly, wondering if she'd somehow made a mistake.]

Queenie? Are you there? What's going on?

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[ Rhys is... not wearing that abomination that he got. Fuck that. So he's looking like a nerd in his unitard when he shows up. He's not sure what to expect from this; he knows Queenie has something to do with it, but what, he isn't... sure what's going to happen.

So... when he shows up, he's pretty damn blindsided. It's... beautiful. Gorgeous, actually, and he gets at least a little distracted by the lights. And the food, and-- ]

Wow.

[ --and Angel. Angel, standing there looking beautiful and amazing in a blue dress. Rhys feels like a highschooler all over again, like he's wont to do around her. ]

Angel, you... got an invitation? From... from Queenie?

[brokencode]

[Rhys' small utterance quickly drew Angel from bewildered staring at her surroundings. She turned to him, the skin from her cheeks down to her neck flushing a faint shade of pink. A weak smile was offered, before her gaze quickly and nervously flicked away.

She'd overdressed. What an embarrassment.]

I think so. I am... pretty sure it was her handwriting?

[She reached up, pushing her hair from her face. She'd let it hand down this evening, and parted her hair so that it covered the ports on the side of her head.]

Did you, as well? I figured it might have been a get together of sorts but there's... only one table. And no one else is here.

[plugout]

Yeah, it... definitely was.

[ He's blushing a little now, too. Well. More than a little. Geez. Rhys clears his throat, feel very overwhelmingly underdressed. Why hadn't he looked harder for another outfit? Ugh. ]

You look.... You look great. I would've worn something else, but, uh... my formalwear got replaced with something else. [ ..... ] ... I'm pretty sure she set us up on a date.

[brokencode]

Yours, too? [She motioned to her own dress. By now she'd heard whispers of what the others had gotten stuck with. Really, she had to count herself lucky that she'd only been handed this. The boots that it had come with were too much for her, and the lace back was definitely not her style, but she certainly could have done worse.

She might have tried to reassure Rhys, had he not dropped that particular bombshell on her. Instead, she stared at him, entirely dumbfounded. The pink off her cheeks turned into a furious red, and she quickly turned her gaze back to the odd candles.]

Why would -- It isn't like.

[This had gone from pleasant to humiliating in nothing flat.]

I'm sorry.

[plugout]

Yyyyyeah. It's... I kind of want to burn the thing, haha....

[ ... yeah, anyway. He takes a deep breath, then blinks when she apologizes. Why's she...? Oh. Does she think he doesn't want to be on a date with her? ]

Y-you don't have to apologize! I-- I don't mind. At all. It's-- [ Foot. In. Mouth. For once in your life, Rhys, play it cool. He takes a deep breath, again. ] I'm... pretty glad she did this. Actually.

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Really...?

[This wasn't going the way she would have expected at all. Rhys should have been laughing in her face, or at least running away screaming. She was the daughter of his boss, the head of a cutthroat corporation. Not to mention the guy who, apparently, tried to kill him.

And yet... there was no denying that she was positively thrilled that he wanted to be there. That maybe she wasn't the only one who felt her gut twist when they were together, or felt a swarm of butterflies every time they laughed together.]

I'm... I'm glad too, then.

[plugout]

Yeah.

[ He relaxes and, at last, gives her a smile. Honestly, he doesn't care if she's Jack's daughter. She's... way different from Jack. How he managed to produce such a sweet, kind, genuinely good kid, he'll never know. It's... not even difficult to separate the two. ]

So... [ Okay, Rhys, let's give Angel a good date. He keeps that smile in place as he goes over to one side of the table and pulls out the chair for her. ] Your seat.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[If the magical shit didn't give it away, it was definitely the handwriting. Some enchanted piece of paper found its way to him, and, seeing as he didn't have anything to dress up in, he figured he'd show up in his new outfit, which he only dislikes because it's not super creative. If you're gonna do a werewolf, put a little more effort into it! But it'll give people a laugh. Which they could all need.

God though those lights sure seem kind of romantohmygod this is a date.

What he expected once he realized that was Kip. What he got was...Ardyn.

Sorry if the wolfman starts laughing, because this is hysterical.]

Well--well I mean it's-- [wait no still laughing hold on let him get his composure] Hoo boy. It's good company, anyway? And the food should be fine from Queenie.

Just gotta wonder at her taste sometimes. C'mon, Ardy, no need to be shy on the first date~

[is there gonna be date night murder will anyone ever be able to find what's left of church's body]

[buddyoldpal]

[ It's fucking date night!! Haha, well, does Nishitani actually know how to have a nice date? You bet your ass he doesn't. Yakuza don't have time for actual dates with people they have emotional connections with. Whatever though, he's totally here for this romantic shit after Queenie clearly went through all the trouble of putting it together.

Now, who's the lucky date who gets to enjoy a night with ol' Nishitani? He's all dressed up and everything, imagine his (very pleasant) surprise when he sees that Roland is his date for the evening. ]

Looks like I'm gettin' some help on that drink I owe ya, eh, Roland-san?

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[It was hard to believe this was happening. Not just the fact that she was on a date with Rhys, but the fact that she was on a date, period. She'd spent so long being sequestered that every moment like this left her almost breathless.

She slipped over to her seat, somehow managing to stay on her feet and not make a mess of things. Once seated, she flashed Rhys a grateful little smile.]

Thank you very much.

[plugout]

[ He still feels like a dork in his unitard, but what the heck can you do. Rhys pushes her chair in a little bit, then takes his own seat. ]

You're welcome. [ He finally looks at the food, which he hadn't really noticed until now. He'd been too caught up in looking at Angel. ] Wow, this looks amazing, huh? Queenie seriously outdid herself.

[brokencode]

She's positively devious, doing all of this. But... it is amazing nonetheless.

[She couldn't fathom eating right now, though. Not with the way her stomach was aflutter. Rhys wanted to be there with her, he'd said as much, right? That had to mean something, especially in the context of all the things she hadn't let herself really consider.

Maybe she hadn't been imagining it?]

I'll have to thank her later tonight. This... truly is amazing.

[plugout]

Yeah... I'll have to thank her, too. For a few reasons.

[ He's kind of nervous, too. It's funny. Even going on a first date with Stacy... or any other girl, for that matter, he'd never been this nervous. Or self-conscious. Does his hair look okay? He hopes it looks okay. ]

Pretty magical, huh.

[ And he grins at his own joke. God. ]

[brokencode]

What... what reasons?

[As much as she wanted to hope that she had the right idea with this encounter, she also needed to hear it out loud. That maybe she wasn't the only one with the slightest of romantic inkling, and that she definitely wasn't reading into things too much.

Of course, it was hard to focus on her own emotions, or to even be remotely serious, when Rhys was making her laugh with jokes as good as that.]

It -- it really is. I'm positively bewitched.

[Not this shit again.]

[plugout]

I...

[ He fiddles with his fork, because wow, what the hell are words? Rhys doesn't know. For all his bravado--that had, weirdly enough, mellowed out in the past few weeks--Rhys is at a loss. Maybe if he were bolder, he could just, you know. Kiss her and that'd be easier. But, he wants to do this right--he doesn't want to startle her or anything.

So, jokes aside. He taps his fork lightly against his wine glass. ]

I kind of didn't know how to, you know. Ask you on a date myself.