"I'm not sure they even noticed, old chap!" the Toy Soldier says. "They all forgot about me after a while. It happens all the time!" 

Its tone is chipper again, but now it sounds a little forced. 

"Aw man, being forgotten about sucks. But yay for just being able to walk out?"

"Thank you!" 

It stows the box it was carrying and goes back for another. 

Avarice has no idea if this is where what he's carrying is supposed to go, but... He'll follow the Toy Soldier's example, and the walk back with it.

"Do you like it here? Uh- with Celestine and this lot?"

"Yes! It's ever so much fun!" 

Back at the concert venue, Kolya doesn't even look up from making out with Lust as Martin all but drags Wrath and Avarice out of the room. 

Kit, who seems bored now that there's no music and no-one's trying to kill each other, is sat on the edge of the stage pretending that the fact that he's not looking at Kolya and Lust is a coincidence. In his left hand—the flesh one—he spins a dagger. 

Ivy has her head buried in her book again. 

Ashes sits near her, burning flyers for their concert one by one, and trying without success to set fire to the book without Ivy noticing. 

Envy drifts around among the group, watching everything, eyes glinting weirdly, and...clicking? Quietly? Weird. He has a faint, somewhat unnerving smile on his face.

Lust is as engaged in making out with Kolya as he is with em.

"Anyone else getting...hungry?" Gluttony asks, a strange leer to her words as she licks at her lips - and teeth? Her teeth are, perhaps, a little sharper than teeth usually are.

"Mmm, yes, I could eat," Celestine agrees, looking directly at Gluttony. Their canines, when they grin, are definitely too long and sharp for human teeth. 

Gluttony's smile turns hungry and a little vicious, and she moves a little away from the others, spinning a dagger easily around her hand.

Kolya detaches from Lust long enough to say, "Oooh, are you two gonna fight? Haven't seen Celestine fight in a while." 

"Not since Coperion-12, right? That time with the space crabs?" 

Kit is also preparing to spectate, blithely unconcerned about his captain going toe-to-toe with a probable cannibal. 

"That wasn't fighting," Celestine throws over their shoulder as they move to meet Gluttony. "That was pest control." 

Lust glances over when Kolya detaches. "Have fun, Gee!"

"Oh I intend to." Gluttony's eyes flash slightly, and flips the knife up, into her hand and throws it.

Celestine—blurs, and is standing a foot or two to the side of where they were.

"I hope you didn't want this back," they say playfully, spinning the knife between long fingers. "By the rules we usually play with, it's mine now you've thrown it at me." 

"I've got plenty more where that came from," Gluttony says, cheerfully, apparently nonchalant, sauntering forward. "After all. Who throws away their only weapon?"

"Fools and dead men," Celestine agrees with a sharp-toothed grin.

There's a pistol at their waist, but they're not moving to draw it just yet, merely waiting for Gluttony to approach. 

She knows she can't move as fast as that, but she doesn't necessarily need to. She's sparred with Wrath often enough to know that speed and strength aren't always the deciding factors of a fight.

Her pace doesn't waver as she approaches Celestine, and she doesn't telegraph any hint of her plans as she gets within strike range and then twitches slightly towards Celestine's left.

Celestine almost doesn't dodge that one. But they do, and now Gluttony's own knife is heading towards her throat.

Gluttony bends backwards, plants her hands on the ground, and pivots on them, sweeping her foot towards Celestine's legs.

Unfortunately for her, legs are a moving target—and by the time Gluttony's foot arrives, the target has moved. Celestine laughs delightedly.

"Nice trick."