What a terrible night to have a feast... [Action/Locked to Castlevania folk]

[what_is_a_man]

It had been some time since Dracula made any attempt to socialize with the denizens of his castle, and some had never even met the lord of the castle since arriving in this place. This was something that Dracula simply could not abide. As such he had his minions busying themselves in one of the castle's banquet halls, even managing to pester Sakuya out of the kitchens, and as the sun sat in Attleton, the Minotaur standing outside the hall's doors pushed them open. Within was a large table laden with practically every meat, vegetable, and fruit the markets of Attleton could provide all prepared with expert hands. It was truly a feast that had not been seen within the halls of Castlevania in centuries, and the lord's minions had made sure that all within knew their presence was required. Once everyone was assembeled, Dracula stood at the head of the table, tapping his glass with a knife.

"I realize I have not been a very good host these past few weeks, and for that I apologize. However, I would like to get to know each of you better, especially those new faces that arrived here and were brought in under Lady Scarlet's suggestion. For now, let this feast be my recompense for being preoccupied."

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[frostheartedrose]

First way to ruffle a cat's fur: required socializing. Bridget didn't mind socializing, she didn't mind good food, she didn't even mind being expected to attend a function. She would have been more than pleased to come and meet her fellow freeloaders as well as their host. But there was that one little pesky word. Required. If she'd only been around for a few days she would probably just send her polite decline and moved on. But it had been more than a few weeks and she was rather curious as to the other residents as well as their host (who still had the bad habit of calling her 'my dear', something that should not be aimed at anyone over the age of puberty). She'd made several attempts at conversing with him without much success.

So she attended, but her interactions with his minions or any glances towards him personally were a bit lacking in warmth. And after such an ironic opening line after resorting to ringing his glass... Bridget leaned back into her chair and raised an eyebrow at him. That single eyebrow was simply to convey that his use of the word 'weeks' should probably have been 'months'. Even to one who wasn't going to kick the bucket for nine or ten thousand years, letting a few months pass before officially greeting guests was just a little tacky to her.

[have_hat_will_travel]

Pidonus had actually just been visiting, per her norms, but... Well, there she was at exactly the right time to be gathered in, and she wasn't protesting at all - if nothing else, even at her level, she was pretty certain Dracula was way, way above her.

Placed to her chair, she sort of blinked, choosing to first look over the food - though she took nothing, starting to work to guess her way through the etiquette of the situation. Bardic Knack for guessing her way through everything, don't fail her now!

"Er. Hi."