[After spending the afternoon with Rei and Lacus, Tieria heads for the butterfly pavilion to relax. He's still feeling somewhat happier than usual, thanks unknowingly to the tea he had that morning. He sits down on the grass, leaning back on his hands with his legs stretched in front of him, and looks up, watching the butterflies flit about like flashes of bright color.]

[Someone's been oddly quiet today, but not for bad reasons. If anyone is looking for him, he's holed up in the arcade, laughing like crazy as he goes from game to game. Those cookies last night were really good!]

[Grell is sitting outside of the clothing store in Sector 5 with an incredibly bored look upon his face. The guy just can't catch a break. Despite the fact that he hails from the late 19th century, he feels as if there was far more to do back in London... especially since he had a great job and his Death Scythe with him then.]

So, tell me~ What is there to do around here~!??

I've been incredibly bored for the past couple of weeks and that just will not do! It seems as if there is nothing worthwhile to occupy my time~

[Brief pause]

And my hair... my HAIR!!! It looks terrible!!! The ends are in shambles and it is getting just too long for my taste! I can't go on like this!

Can anybody recommend a stylist? Is there anybody that can help me with this??!

I cannot go on looking like I've been neglecting my appearance!

[...He does the dishes after dinner and cleans up around the kitchen, takes a shower, and then pauses for a bit. He's being so pragmatic, so reasonable. Evaluating his situation. He's in a good mood. The household is going well. Things are overall fairly positive, despite several significant hitches.

[......No reason to keep avoiding it. And every reason to do it now, since by his observations more people would be arriving shortly, and there was always an uncomfortable chance that more with grudges against him would arrive. Gino, Cornelia, Anya, Guilford... Any more enemies around and there would be fewer and fewer chances to relax.

[.........So, today. As he'd planned.]

[Just -- as he'd planned.

[Lelouch leta out a breath and slings the towel around his shoulders to keep his damp hair from getting his shirt wet, then knocks on Suzaku's bedroom door. lifting his voice, mildly] Suzaku? Can I have a moment?

It appears I have a slight problem.

Is there any brave soul that might be willing to help me out?~

[Aidou already has the main dish of beef stroganoff ready while he finishes preparing the glaze for the cinnamon-spiced honey rolls that will be dessert. They shouldn't take too long to cook in the oven, and the garlic bread has already been set to cool on the stove. If he's going to be paying Charley back for finding Akatsuki, he's going to do it right.

When will he get there?]

{OOC: This is open to anyone who lives in the Kuran House, Charley Chrishunds, and Johnny Rayflo who is kind of crashing the party. If you're character has been invited by another character to dinner tonight, let me know! If you want, just reply to the main post that you show up for dinner and proceed to talk to anyone and threadjack as you like! Kind of like an event post.}