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.]

Comments

[grimgrinningghosts]

[don't fucking eat it ursula jesus christ

but alright! you've got the raven. it caws, far more calm than any bird in this situation should be.]

[hallotween]

[you know she's about to be like "uh so what specifically???" but then there's a fuckin bird]

-- How did that get in here?

[anasty]

Not a clue. [ But she's obviously pleased, bringing the bird into the cage of her hands. One long fingernail makes to itch at the feathers of its neck. ] But ravens are messengers with many ties to the beyond. We'd be wise to make use of it.

[ She continues to drag herself backwards down the hall, towards her room. ]

Stop gawping, girl. Fetch what we need.

[hallotween]

What? Oh, yeah, right--

[stops short]

... What do we need, exactly?

[anasty]

Something that belonged to the old man - you'd know better than I what he held close.

[ She pauses, trying to think of how to explain, though it's clear it frustrates her a little to have to. ]

Look, if you're trying to find someone in the dark, you'd call out their name, wouldn't you? A simple "come here" could bring just about anyone.

Same concept, but we need something tangible. Does that make sense?

[hallotween]

[nods] Tangible, right!

[she runs off for a short while, returning with Merlin's carpetbag.] Will this work?

[anasty]

[ By the time Marnie returns, Ursula has reached her room. The door is slightly open for her to enter through. In the center of the submarine room, a large, black cauldron is already beginning to smoke. Dominating one of the walls is a saltwater tank, where the dark body of a huge moray eel swims back and forth - one of his eyes glows eerily, tracking Marnie.

Ursula glances over from where she's gathering packets of raw meat, no doubt pilfered from the kitchen. Her tentacles are used for this particular task, as the raven is still in her hand. ]

What is it?

[hallotween]

It's his bag! I don't know if there's anything inside it, but it should work by itself, right?