pti | Parade of Envy Afterparty

With a heart successfully stolen, a Palace destroyed and a white supremacist safely behind bars, now was the time to party! It seems Todd’s treasure was a collection of 2nd and 3rd place medals for a number of academic forays such as Mathletes and Spelling Bees, which Shinji allegedly found a buyer for. The medals weren’t worth much but it did make enough for him to front a bit of a congratulatory party for the Phantom Thieves, this was the first big heist and it went off without a hitch. People were starting to talk, and apparently there was even some kind of “Phan-site” that had appeared on the net that was extolling the virtues of the Phantom Thieves and their drive to punish the wicked.

The party itself was mostly snacks, beverages (both alcoholic and non-alcoholic but cheap no matter how you sliced it), a plain chocolate sheet cake, and some ham and mashed potatoes for a main course. Good food, but not too expensive, and definitely not a bad way to spend a day basking in the warm glow of success.

[This is an open mingle log to meet with other thieves and develop CR. This is open to all characters including accomplices and characters who are joining the game in this activity cycle]

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Both eyes open, then he makes a half-hearted kick, stopping. "I would think that one is pretty obvious, Colin." Sinbad shifts, pushing himself up to get a bit more comfortable.

"You didn't include it in your rules so I assumed it was fair game."

He sits on one of the chairs.

"Didn't know you played."

"Yeah, so much has happened in the last month I really didn't get much time to do more than a few practices scales to keep from getting rusty." He hitches a shoulder.

"This was mom's guitar, older than I am and it still plays pretty good." He laughs. "Dad met her when he requested Freebird at open mic night at some bar, didn't realize it was a dick move."

"Hey, those are the instruments worth keeping. Can't say much about your dad's music taste though. Not a Freebird fan myself."

"'Beggars can't be choosers when your only source of music was bootlegs'," Sinbad answers as he lifts his chin up, his tone almost sing-song, clearly quoting. "Yeah, Mom and I keep teasing him about it." His expression darkens before a split-second before he puts on a smile.

"Do you play?" He asked.