[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

[ergomaniac]

If you meant something else, feel free to correct me.

[madannoshashu]

Think about it, dude.

Not very many people show to a party looking like they've swallowed a lemon.

[ergomaniac]

And my dissatisfaction with the event is somehow summoned up by the onomatopoeia "crunch"?

[madannoshashu]

Crunch-y, dude.

We're talking adjectives, not nouns.

UGH summed, not summoned...

[ergomaniac]

My question stands.

lol I didn't even notice

[madannoshashu]

[ He shakes his head and 'tsks'. ]

Mr. Honey Bunches of Oats. You disappoint me.

[ There's a sharp glint in that golden eye of his, not unlike amusement if he could only feel it. ]

What good is a fancy education if you never learn to read between the lines?

[ergomaniac]

[His lips tighten in irritation.]

One tends to have trouble "reading between the lines" when the lines are written in wingdings and crisscross the page without logic.

[madannoshashu]

[ His smile is sharp. ]

Consider it a lesson in perspective, Mr. Honey Bunches of Oats.

Not everyone looks at the world from left-to-right.

[ergomaniac]

And not everyone feels the need to give other people nonsensical nicknames and then turn them into a lesson about Arabic. What are you going on about?

[madannoshashu]

Exactly what I said, Mr. Honey Bunches of Oats.

Perspective.

[ergomaniac]

Perspective. Towards writing systems, or towards breakfast cereals?

[madannoshashu]

Look at it this way, dude.

If I stripped, right here in the middle of a party, it'd be kinda noticeable, wouldn't it?

[ergomaniac]

...Of course it would.

[He scowls.]

[madannoshashu]

So?

The point of a party is to have fun, don't you think?

[ergomaniac]

And what has that to do with stripping?

[madannoshashu]

It's really quite simple, Mr. Honey Bunches of Oats.

If I decided to strip in a public place, everybody would notice because it wasn't the place to do it.

Likewise, if I decided to grump and be anti-social at a party no one forced me to attend, it'd probably turn a few heads.

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth scowls even deeper, grump that he is.]

Apologies. Should I pretend to be happier? Or perhaps you're coming over to apologize for the lackluster nature of the celebration.

[madannoshashu]

[ So grumpy! Xigbar just smiles. ]

Not at all, Mr. Honey Bunches of Oats!

I'm sure you'll find something that'll make you smile.

[ Or is it someone? ]

[ergomaniac]

If that is so, you've yet to supply it.

[There; acting the outraged customer is...more comfortable.]

[madannoshashu]

Not my job, dude! [ He's not even the host here, Edgeworth. Besides, you can't be counted as a customer if you never buy anything in the first place. ] I'm just hear for the party!

[ A lie, but there's nothing to indicate it's anything but the truth. Swiping a glass of champagne off a nearby waiter, he tilts it in Edgeworth's direction -- a mocking gesture. ]

Learn to let yourself go a bit, and you might just have a good time!

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth lifts his chin, and he tries to look contemptuously, apathetically relaxed. His success is...limited.]

Of course. So what is your relationship, then, to the hosts of this party?