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[color=skyblue]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer
[color=skyblue]Skills[/color]: N/A
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Tony left the graveyard the same way that he arrived; staying close to Constance, holding their umbrella they were sharing. Tony believed the rest of their competitors-turned-allies were equally victims in this disaster of a vacation, and was willing to trust them to a certain extent out of necessity, but he would [i]not[/i] trust them [i]more[/i] than he had to. The stakes were too high. For him, at least. Tony found it hard to believe that the stakes of everyone else's blackmail could be as high as his own, but he supposed that the possibility shouldn't be ruled out. But still, no more trust than necessary.

He did trust Constance, though. Maybe it was that he did not believe she was capable of doing something bad enough to break his trust. Maybe it was just the fact that, as she pointed out, they both knew for a fact where each other was last night, and [i]knew[/i] neither of them was involved in whatever had happened. And maybe it was just a subconscious hope that she might be someone that could look past the decisions he'd made in his life. Not that he saw anything wrong with them, but... well, enough of that.

Tony nodded as Constance explained her hesitant trust of the others, more or less echoing his own thoughts. He hadn't expected any other answer, in truth, but it was always good to get a second opinion.

As they entered the foyer, Tony noted the fact that there were towels waiting for them, and a maid witnessing their arrival. He suppressed a groan; the conspicuous absence of [i]every single nominee[/i] had undoubtedly been noticed. He had known that would most likely be the case, though, and it had been a necessary sacrifice. At least this once. Constance sighed over the state of boots, then suggested getting lunch. Before he could answer, Sam clapped his hands onto their shoulders, almost hugging them from behind as if they were close friends. Tony instinctively cringed away, belatedly trying to suppress his reaction. In truth, while lost in thought he'd barely registered the fact that Sam was in fact following them. He tried to play his reaction off as stepping away to close their umbrella, then return it to the closet, but he probably was not entirely successful. He did not bother with grabbing a towel for himself; most of his time had been spent under their umbrella, and beyond that he'd dressed accordingly. His hair was a little wet, but as far as he was concerned that just made it easier to keep it just how he liked it.

So... Sam wanted them to join him in his room. Tony's gut instinct was a firm no. For more than one reason, one of which being that it would look strange if anyone noticed them joining him in his room. Undoubtedly, someone would; in his experience, waitstaff always noticed more than one would like. But he was hesitant to actually say so. If Constance was fine with it and he immediately shut it down, then he'd look like an asshole. Normally he wouldn't care too much, but as much as he was forced to trust these people, he also needed them to trust him. Tony turned towards Constance.

[color=skyblue]"I'm not sure how much longer they'll be serving lunch, but I can wait,"[/color] Tony answered, glancing towards Constance. He hoped that this struck a good balance between giving Constance a reasonable out if she did not want to do this, while hopefully not making obvious the fact that he would rather not. After they had both commented on their muddy shoes, Tony considered his own, and groaned. His oxfords were most definitely [i]not[/i] made for trekking through the mud, and they were in a sorry state. They certainly needed to be cleaned before the ball tonight, and what would he wear until then? Had he even brought his other pair of oxfords - brown, for variety - for this trip? He couldn't remember. Frowning slightly, he took them off and left them near the door, as Sam had. If one of the maids didn't take care of it in the afternoon, he'd have to make sure to clean them himself before the evening's events.

[color=skyblue]"Either way, I think I'd like to change first,"[/color] he added. Tony didn't fancy walking around the chateau in his socks. This award ceremony may have quickly turned into an utter disaster, but he did still have appearances to upkeep.