[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Astra_Senpai]

Honey cheered, "Tha's grea' news! Bu' ya' we'e ne'er a dum'y ta me. Ya' jus' go' 'igh spiri's, Lo'e."

Kyou smiled, a small pick of color across crooked nose, "I hope not, Mr. MacPere. I have not had hallucinations which could do that. I am happy to see you out and about." Kyou'd find unsteady feet but soon enough had a bowl of this mysterious chili all for Kyouself! Now.... how to get it back into the rafters. Eh. Kyou would just sit on the floor near the fascinating Stella.

Kiran exhaled the medicine at the pat, he stared at Gren for a moment before doing exactly as instructed. He swallowed once away- why was it Gren made him so nervous? Kiran would return to his chair and listen to all the happy voices abound. A symphony of hearts, breaths and sound.

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[Azana Brown]

The tables were a flurry of conversation. Max was already entertaining with stories of her finally using that gravity materia, Terry was reporting to Stella about all that had happened, while Tyler was catching up with the Bengalis that remained downstairs, switching to reading programming when they vanished. Sosol helped Gren with the drinks, Az remaining at the bar and listening in to conversations at various points.Violet ate in near silence, still breathless over her actual freedom.

And through all this, Marilyn remained on one of the couches, resting peacefully for the first time in easily over a week.  

[EntaBengali]

Hana kept his head down for the most part, nibbling at his chili but clearly not planning on eating much.

In the other hand, the largest Bengali was eating heartily, engaging in conversations here and there, hinting that his company was doing very well and as such he would have much more free time.

The young model chirped happily, tail swaying and ears flicking as he caught up with everyone, apologizing for leaving so abruptly and happily informing others that he may be in magazines soon thanks to Orion and his hit fashion line.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Soon enough, the night caught all of the party guests, who drifted to bed a few at a time, some together, some alone, all content in their lot in life.

Up came the sun, and with it came Remy, trotting down the stairs with a large portfolio folder in hand. He sat down, opening the folder, and began rifling through the work.  

[Azana Brown]

Violet came downstairs, her hair tied in a rather rare ponytail, exposing a couple old marks on her neck from days finally past. She had pots to scrub, after all that chili, and since it was her idea, she was going to beat the innkeeper to it.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Yo!" waved Remy before grabbing at papers trying to slip from his grasp. "Sleep well?"  

[Azana Brown]

Violet nodded, smiling as she rolled up her sleeves and turned on the water. "Yes...a great burden's been lifted from me..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Remy grinned. "So Charlotte toldja?"  

[Azana Brown]

"She just wanted my two cents," Violet giggled, scrubbing one of the chili pots vigorously, "and there it was..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Two cents? Huh...well, I'm sure there was some sort of exchange necessary, I guess?" hummed Remy. "Want any help with those?"  

[Azana Brown]

"You can work on the other one," Violet offered, gesturing to it. Luckily, they had had the thought in the night to soak them, but they still could use a bit of scrubbing. "Thank heavens we only did two."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Putting his works back in the portfolio, Remy left it on the table and hopped up to join her, dumping some fresh hot water into the pot atop a shot of soap and got to work. "Happens when you let it think about things overnight, but boy, was it delicious!"  

[Astra_Senpai]

A small white flash charged down the stairs and to the kitchen, with luck going unnoticed.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Remy sniffed slightly, curious. What was that?  

[Astra_Senpai]

She put the empty bowl from the night before in the sink. It'd been a good meal, she wrapped her long white tail around herself and sighed. Washing the bowl and setting it to dry, she looked at her reflection on the faucet and winced, ears back. That's right... that's what she looked like now. She shook her head and opened the fridge. Ah- lemon juice, she poured a small glass.