This Used to Be the Life but I Don't Need Another One

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Well Ratigan couldn't care less about what happened, but he really didn't get his fill of partying from the bar and everyone simpering wasn't how he wanted it to go down. Soon after the trial little notes are slipped beneath each door.]

You are cordially invited to a mourning party in the lobby. RVSP ASAP.

[In the lobby Thalia will have moved some tables to the lobby and provide her choice dish of cheeseburgers along with a smattering of bread, fruits, and vegetables. Reyna will have brought along hot chocolate galore.

For those that aren't your thing? Well in honor of the recently departed there's pine tree shaped cookies (Thanks Thalia.) and triangle crackers with cheese (thanks...Ratigan?). And there's a helping of drinks if the bar wasn't enough for you wink wink. Ratigan has every intention of making this a party.]

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[stenchus_rodentus]

[You do you ghost girl. Felicia and her master are trotting by with her master in tow as Ratigan makes note.]

Well, if it isn't the resident magician.

The choice of costume is unorthodox I must say.

[hallotween]

Trust me, you wouldn't wanna see what's under here. [is this rat gonna test her patience lord...]

[stenchus_rodentus]

Your choice of attire is of no concern if you're human.

[Not really but...]

Thank you for coming to my party.

[hallotween]

[dryly] You're forgetting the "mourning" part, you know.

[stenchus_rodentus]

It's a burden I must carry as the host, I'm afraid.

[Solemn swing.]

Inside my heart is breaking, my makeup may be flaking...but my smile...still stays on~

[hallotween]

You realize that basically my grandfather just died, right. And you're singing.

[stenchus_rodentus]

You don't like singing? Song is the muse that lifts the heart~

[hallotween]

You don't sing at funerals!

[stenchus_rodentus]

I believe we should praise our friends, not bury them.