[Couple's V-day Log] A Night to Remember; OPEN

[makethemguilty]

Who: Your Host, The Guests, & St. Cupid
When: After Sirens. 9PM and onward~
Where: The Grey Line, Reserved Dining Hall & Grand Ballroom
Summary: XEMC/AGI Valentine's Day couples' party, fun, dance, etc. for your enjoyment! Dine, romance, and dance the night away. Be warned though, not everything is as it seems. <3
Warnings: Put them in the tag line, ladies and gentlemen~ (Note: The chocolate, wine, and some of the desserts are laced with aphrodisiacs, but ultimately the potency/effects shall be left up to the discretion of the player.)

There's a ladylove or beau in your life you are aiming to please; You seek to prove your love, obtain their affections, or have them swooning off their feet by the end of the night. Or perhaps your intentions are less than pure…Either way, you know this, of course, because you've chosen to bring them here. The Grey Line is an elegant restaurant whose very atmosphere is a recipe for romance, and tonight, everything your special someone needs to have an evening solely dedicated to passionate desire between the two of you will be provided for, to enjoy at your leisure.

Tonight is going to be perfect. Tonight is special.

Let the siren's song of love overwhelm you as you enter; open the doors, and walk inside.

The staff will greet you as an old friend, and take your coats, their friendly smiles a gentle contrast to the elegant decor around them. There's a feeling of euphoria which flows gently through the air, basking all those who attend.

And why shouldn't there be? The very design of the Grey Line is a masterful one, the modernity and sleekness lending to its natural beauty, played up by the fact that the structure of the restaurant itself is set into a shallow bay, with wall to wall glass windows in the main dining room which allow for the majesty of the ocean to be seen with the coming of the tides. By night, underwater lighting installed in the rocks outside attract a strange array of monstrous sea creatures.

You'll be lead back into the grand ballroom and placed at a table of your choice, a live company of instrumentals set back on a higher tier in front which overlooks the dining area.

The colors from the City bleed from the sea with the tide sweeping up the sides of the glass, bleaching it a deep aqua color.

Quiet awe overwhelms you as the soft illumination descends and caresses the faces everyone inside, giving them a soft, gentle look that adds to the undercurrent of tranquil calm.

Now, you're ready. Seated, you can observe who else is here with you, or bask in the ambience of your surroundings. Baskets of wine and chocolates are set at each table, along with a centerpiece of roses.

"Anything that you desire on the menu, sir, madam? Please, order anything you like. Compliments of your host."

Comments

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer has used that tactic himself a time or two; or at least his demons have.]

What do you plan to do about it?

[ergomaniac]

I'll continue what I have been doing: attacking them in court until the entire system is torn down.

[thelightbringer]

But they are the system now. The courts, the government...?

[ergomaniac]

Are independent of them.

[thelightbringer]

For now.

[ergomaniac]

Independent enough that I've already won a victory.

[thelightbringer]

[Genuinely impressed now, Edgeworth.]

What was the case?

[ergomaniac]

Nieman et al. v. Afterglow, Inc. The case which made it illegal, as I said, for slaves to be kept without there being demonstrable grounds for it.

[He looks away, because he's sort of bragging and that makes him uncomfortable but, damn it all, he is proud.]

...It was that case that let Sam be freed.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer looks aside, finding Sam at the bar. He reminds himself to dig around, to figure out what happened during the shifter's enslavement, but he'll do that quietly and much later.]

Thank you for that, then.

There's another attorney who speaks highly of you. I can see why.

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth looks over at him, his brow furrowed.]

That's...kind of you to say. Is it Wright?

[thelightbringer]

Phoenix Wright, yes.

[ergomaniac]

Wright is an excessively kind sort of person. He speaks well of most people. Which makes him both quite pleasant and intermittently untrustworthy.

[thelightbringer]

So you're saying you aren't a good attorney?

[Now he's teasing again.]

[ergomaniac]

[He clears his throat self-consciously and quite seriously, that teasing (as usual) going somewhat over his head.]

...That will be for you to judge for yourself. My self-assessment would be as meaningless as another's assessment of me.

[thelightbringer]

What do you think of yourself?

[ergomaniac]

That's a rather personal question, don't you think?

[thelightbringer]

It's Valentine's Day, and we're here with the same man. I think we're allowed to get a little personal.

[ergomaniac]

I -

[A slight flush creeps up into his cheeks; he looks away to hide it.]

I fail to see what any of that has to do with anything, but if you're so insistent, you go first. What do you think of yourself?

[thelightbringer]

[That's not how these things usually work, but he'll give him a pass. After all, Edgeworth seems to be fairly new to socializing, and even newer to 'dating'. Especially the unofficial kind, like this little shindig.]

All right. I think I'm the only one of my kind who can see things clearly. I think that the only reason I'm still alive is to make this little world a better place.

I also think I'm a terrible fiddle player, but I'm decent at poker, and you will not find a better chess player in this world or the next.

Now you.

[ergomaniac]

[And Edgeworth crosses his arms, frowning as his embarrassment only deepens. But this man responded freely, and as such it's his duty to do the same, even if he looks away as he does so.]

...I am a good attorney, because I put sufficient diligence into my cases. And that truly is the heart of the law. A mind can be trained to be sufficiently logical, and oration can be studied and learned; all that truly matters is how hard one works.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer listens, as if there are no possible distractions in the room.]

Does that mean you don't believe in natural talent?

[ergomaniac]

That should be like refusing to believe in gravity. No two brains are completely alike; no two people are completely alike, and one person will always have more aptitude towards something than another person will.

But talent is given far too much weight and importance. A lazy born athlete will always lose to the man who trains every day. You can be born brilliant, but you will accomplish nothing if you simply watch television. Talent affords advantages; it's worthless without hard work. But hard work without talent is still worthwhile.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer smiles quietly and nods.]

Good points. And I've always been of the opinion that the one who works harder at it will come out on top eventually, talent or no.

[He snags two flutes of champagne as a waiter passes.]

It's a party, you shouldn't be empty-handed.

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth hesitates, but accepts. There's a strange sort of wryness to his manner as he confesses:]

I never drank before I came to know Sam.

[He does sip.]

Did you truly mean what you said about seeking to improve the world?

[thelightbringer]

Neither did I.

[Lucifer grins and, again, checks to see where Sam is. Protective? Or maybe just possessive.]

Yes, I did. You have a similar goal, don't you?