[The Grand Theatre feels different when stripped of fanfare and cries of murder. It's solemn, almost comfortable in its silence, the trial that occurred here earlier notwithstanding.
It would be cruel to call what took place here justice, and just as cruel to dismiss it as theater. Nishi can hardly argue otherwise, not after the scene he caused— an inadvertent dismissal of Lavi's trial.
Lavi had been a good man, though haunted. Perhaps death offers him solace. Perhaps not. Either way, Nishi's thoughts are cut short by the sharp echo of heels striking the empty floor. Hm. That narrows down the list of visitors somewhat...]
[The moment he steps down the last stair, his uniform is gone, traded for a white swimsuit as though the tower itself were mocking him. He exhales quietly, resigned to the costume change, though it doesn't stop the faint crease in his brow. The pool spreads out before them, petals drifting on the surface, and Char settles onto a lounge chair with a drink in hand. Wine tonight it seems, and he's brought along the whole bottle for good measure.]
Seems we didn't have much of a choice in dress code tonight.
[His gaze shifts sidelong toward Cantarella, sparing a moment to take in the sight of her before turning his gaze onto his glass.]
I hadn't thought to bring a second glass— my mistake. But if you don't mind sharing, there's enough here for two.
Week 1: Post-trial
It would be cruel to call what took place here justice, and just as cruel to dismiss it as theater. Nishi can hardly argue otherwise, not after the scene he caused— an inadvertent dismissal of Lavi's trial.
Lavi had been a good man, though haunted. Perhaps death offers him solace. Perhaps not. Either way, Nishi's thoughts are cut short by the sharp echo of heels striking the empty floor. Hm. That narrows down the list of visitors somewhat...]
...Ah. Cantarella. Did you forget something here?
I WAS NOT SASSY!!!!!
hmm. shall we poll the audience
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week 3: curfew
Seems we didn't have much of a choice in dress code tonight.
[His gaze shifts sidelong toward Cantarella, sparing a moment to take in the sight of her before turning his gaze onto his glass.]
I hadn't thought to bring a second glass— my mistake. But if you don't mind sharing, there's enough here for two.
i forgot about shane.
i'm sorry i had to remind you of him
no you aren't
shay you literally cast the first shane, this is on you
:(
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i saw that name typo
honks my clown nose
honks it for you...i know where char would rather be spending his night