[Fairly early on Thursday, the usual flurry of invitations arrive from NHS, either by door or by carrier pigeon (by which we mean either NHS or Jack, really) or by sheer luck. The invitations are extra fancy and covered in cute doodled flowers and also pixie dust. Good luck getting that out if you've gotten it on your hands.
They humbly invite the addressee to a certain casino party to take place in the parlor around 5 o'clock of the evening or so, a night of gambling, gaming, socializing, and excellent food and drink and revelry. They also note that everyone should wear their casino best, whatever on earth that's meant to be.
Maybe once you walk into the venue, you'll truly understand -- the parlor is normally dark and cozy and relatively dignified, but just as with the relaxed ambiance of the bar previously, this evening it has been very much elevated into something a lot fancier, a lot more colorful, and a lot more eyecatching. It seems that giving everyone access to paints might have been a Thing, because now all the oil lamps are painted in lovely and occasionally extravagant colors, throwing light everywhere; they've also been dusted in pixie dust for that extra ridiculous feel. There are bouquets of colorful fresh flowers at the tables, bright tablecloths (neither of which are glittery, thankfully; there is another colorful dusting of confetti all around, though), and a spread of food (steak and potatoes courtesy of Tenn) and bar snacks; there's even some gelato from the gelateria placed on ice and occasionally refreshed through the evening.
Marcus and Makoto have apparently become Master Bartenders during their stay here, because they are here to provide a variety of drinks including some brought over from the sweets bar; there's also, of course, non-alcoholic varieties for those only indulging in one sin at a time. Your bartenders are doubling as your casino dealers for the evening, so roll on up to try your hand at poker, roulette, baccarat, and other games! There's cards, there's board games brought over from the gelateria as well (but no almonds), and plenty of chocolate coins and ill-advised bets to be made over the poker table.
Jack himself is flitting about as is customary -- the music is more low-key this time, trying out a few different styles that he's apparently run into in the archives. Is that... that's totally the low strains of jazz, right?]
CASINO ROYALE NIGHT
They humbly invite the addressee to a certain casino party to take place in the parlor around 5 o'clock of the evening or so, a night of gambling, gaming, socializing, and excellent food and drink and revelry. They also note that everyone should wear their casino best, whatever on earth that's meant to be.
Maybe once you walk into the venue, you'll truly understand -- the parlor is normally dark and cozy and relatively dignified, but just as with the relaxed ambiance of the bar previously, this evening it has been very much elevated into something a lot fancier, a lot more colorful, and a lot more eyecatching. It seems that giving everyone access to paints might have been a Thing, because now all the oil lamps are painted in lovely and occasionally extravagant colors, throwing light everywhere; they've also been dusted in pixie dust for that extra ridiculous feel. There are bouquets of colorful fresh flowers at the tables, bright tablecloths (neither of which are glittery, thankfully; there is another colorful dusting of confetti all around, though), and a spread of food (steak and potatoes courtesy of Tenn) and bar snacks; there's even some gelato from the gelateria placed on ice and occasionally refreshed through the evening.
Marcus and Makoto have apparently become Master Bartenders during their stay here, because they are here to provide a variety of drinks including some brought over from the sweets bar; there's also, of course, non-alcoholic varieties for those only indulging in one sin at a time. Your bartenders are doubling as your casino dealers for the evening, so roll on up to try your hand at poker, roulette, baccarat, and other games! There's cards, there's board games brought over from the gelateria as well (but no almonds), and plenty of chocolate coins and ill-advised bets to be made over the poker table.
Jack himself is flitting about as is customary -- the music is more low-key this time, trying out a few different styles that he's apparently run into in the archives. Is that... that's totally the low strains of jazz, right?]