Open post type thing

[hellflowsover]

*There's been discussion of dinner with ruthless killers since the beginning of history. Imagine dinner with Genghis Khan, Vlad Tepes, Erzebet Bathory, Jack the Ripper, Ted Bundy

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[riveroffire]

*takes the seat opposite Acheron smoothly, then, with the air of one who has done this many times before, and offers a polite half-smile* Acheron.

[hellflowsover]

Hungry, brother dearest? Help yourself. Nothing's poisoned.

[riveroffire]

Not particularly, but I'll eat anyway. If I do end up dead, I'll be back soon enough.

[hellflowsover]

You do seem to have that talent, yes. *grins* How are things lately? I heard about the angel-sodomy-- no details, please-- but beyond that, you've not said a thing.

[phantomofthefbi]

*will (still femalely~) be walking by, in that case* *and Acheron will recieve a slight inclination of her head*

[hellflowsover]

Good evening. Are you hungry, by any chance?

[phantomofthefbi]

I find that that very much depends on what is on offer.

[hellflowsover]

I've tried out a recipe for chicken tikka jalfrazi, if you're interested. I'm not sure yet if it's any good.

[sweariwontdie]

"This is probably one of the stupidest things I've done in my life, M. Hades." But Armand sat anyway, because sometimes curiousity is stronger than sense.

"Do you truly expect many people to take you up on your offer?"

[hellflowsover]

"I beg your pardon?" Acheron said. "My offer? I wasn't aware that I'd made one."

[sweariwontdie]

"Sitting here with dinner laid out. You do want someone to eat with you, don't you?"

[hellflowsover]

"You're more than welcome to help yourself, if that's what you mean. I promise to neither drug or poison you."

[tsunami_king]

*may just randomly walk past, because the typist neglects him dreadfully, poor guy*
*eyes the arrangement* A strange place to have dinner.

[hellflowsover]

Is it? I thought the location was rather charming.

[tsunami_king]

Ah, but "charming" and "strange" are not mutually exclusive...

[hellflowsover]

Not so, indeed. The most charming lecture I ever had the pleasure to attend, for example, was in the sanctuary of a run-down medieval church.

[bitterbraeburn]

*she isn't certain what compells her (perhaps it's the familiarity, although dinner was hardly ever the point, before) but she pauses, intending nothing more than a polite greeting, and after a moment's hesitation, sits, instead, with a collected calm that manages somehow to make her nervousness perfectly clear instead of hiding it*

. . . Hello, Acheron.

[hellflowsover]

Margaret.

I suppose this is as good a time as any to talk-- food always seems to make things less awkward. *smiles wryly* Anything on your mind?

[bitterbraeburn]

Nothing in pa-- *but it's pointless, isn't it, to avoid the topic?* Yes. Polynices, that is.

[hellflowsover]

*and the smile's a little easier, a little more superior, this time* What about him?