Thalia Grace (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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foolishmortals2017-10-14 10:26 pm
sentree) wrote in foolishmortals2017-10-14 10:26 pm
when your thoughts turn sour make them sweet instead
[ That was...positively horrible? Ugh. After a few hours, notes are slipped under each person's door. They read, in a neat handwriting: ]
Banquet in Vanellope's honor in the dining room.
- Reyna, Sally and Thalia
[ You may not know what to expect when they say banquet, but it...really is one, isn't it? Thalia's main dish is cheeseburgers, so there are so many of those, but the table's positively covered in an arrangement of fruit and vegetables and all kinds of bread. Looks like they've gone all out.
What's really the cream of it all, though, are the desserts. Not a lot that's special, but there's a wide collection of cookies and cupcakes, and enough hot chocolate to feed an army. Maybe literally. There is a section that's particularly fancy, and that's the many candy apples, definitely courtesy of Sally. Along with a cute amount of peppermint bark. It seems like the food is unending, too, since there's the delicatible smell of baking cookies and simmering candy from the kitchen. Thalia and Sally are keeping you stocked, don't worry. ]
Banquet in Vanellope's honor in the dining room.
- Reyna, Sally and Thalia
[ You may not know what to expect when they say banquet, but it...really is one, isn't it? Thalia's main dish is cheeseburgers, so there are so many of those, but the table's positively covered in an arrangement of fruit and vegetables and all kinds of bread. Looks like they've gone all out.
What's really the cream of it all, though, are the desserts. Not a lot that's special, but there's a wide collection of cookies and cupcakes, and enough hot chocolate to feed an army. Maybe literally. There is a section that's particularly fancy, and that's the many candy apples, definitely courtesy of Sally. Along with a cute amount of peppermint bark. It seems like the food is unending, too, since there's the delicatible smell of baking cookies and simmering candy from the kitchen. Thalia and Sally are keeping you stocked, don't worry. ]
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[aka he's Still Not Happy and wants everyone to know it]
I'm... not sure I'd call them my friends, but, uh, yeah, I did appreciate it, I guess.
[They're kind of still just people he's trapped in a crazy murder hotel with? He's not even sure if that pushes them up to 'acquaintance' status.]
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[ She ventures. ]
With friends like that...
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That- you mean Oswald? He's probably just talking about that other Donald he knows. You know, the robot one. He doesn't mean me.
[...It's. Very tempting to ask what he's been saying about him. But he just said they'd have to let things go in order to work together so... he's just gonna let it slide.]
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I have no idea what 'robot' means. Is it a different sort of duck?
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An imposter. He recognized me as well when I first arrived, but he was hardly forthcoming. Now I can see why.
Perhaps every version of us he's dealt with before is worse.
[ This is difficult for her to imagine, but not to offer. ]
But you don't recognize anyone here?
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I don't, no. But I think... three people have recognized me? I must be real popular out in other dimensions!
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[ But she makes a dismissive gesture. ]
I think you're right, though. The only thing that matters is that we remember who the true enemy is. Bad news for more conventional escape plans, though, judging by the fate of the one fellow who managed to scratch the walls.
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[It's... a little too soon to be making comments on that, he thinks.]
...Yeeeeah. Luckily I'm sure we've all got some other ideas we haven't tried yet. It's only our, uh... second...? Week here. I think.
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[ She ticks it off on her fingers. ]
It's not quite proportional enough to say how many we have left, is it?
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[...Actually that. Really doesn't help their odds at all.]
Um, maybe it was an isolated incident? Or, incidents. Plural. Maybe it was just a really bad week. But now we know better!
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...And we know better than to mess with the walls, that's for sure.
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Though I should point out no one died until our Narrator began making extra offers on top of our lives. With how much he seems to know, I wonder if he doesn't have at least one for each of us.
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But there's got to be some people here who are above murder! I mean, I think I'd rather take whatever punishment the Narrator cooks up than actually kill somebody.
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[ There is something a little odious about her curiosity - perhaps the fact that it is curiosity, unburdened by concern. The suggestion doesn't seem to bother her in the least. ]
Your nephews - are the children here much older than them?
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[...
Oh.]
...No. Not by much. A couple of years, maybe, but that's- they don't have anything to do with this. The Narrator can't get to them!
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Isn't the real lesson we learned today that whoever we're dealing with is truly content with the death of a child?
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...And maybe they are. But if they think we're going to sit back and let that happen again, they've got another thing coming!
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[ She leans in, studying him closely. ]
Could you truly say you wouldn't trade any of our lives? Even mine?
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...Y'know what, actually, I think I'm going to bed. That trial really took a lot out of me.
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Yes, I think rest is the wisest thing for us all to do now.
The sleepers will have a renewed energy for escape tomorrow, I'm sure, while the sleepless won't lack for ideas.
Let's hope they're both enough.