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foolishmortals2018-01-20 08:46 pm
jello? jello anyone?
[And so, later after that absolutely lovely end to the trial, the guests of the Murder Manor (tm) will find themselves with an invitation slipped under their doors. The handwriting is godawful but still legible, hopefully. They're not signed by anyone though.
FOOD AND DRINK PROVIDED BY YOURS TRULY
Though, when you actually get there the food is.... definitely not anything you'd ever want to eat. There's chicken in jello, vegetables in jello, cake in jello. Like, nothing is free of jello.
Oh, and the drinks? Among them is a bowl labeled vodka, but it's definitely not vodka. It's actually straight up vinegar, but no one has to know that right?
Last but not least is an absolutely lovely banner made out of a bed sheet hanging over the door that leads into the area that just says "FUCK YOU" in big letters.
Anyway, go wild. Have a awful great time.]
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It takes a few moments before he realizes what it actually is and he chokes, coughing and trying to wipe the flavor off his tongue. Through hacking coughs, he announces:]
Don't--wheeze--don't drink...the....blagh...
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That's how I felt when I accidentally took a drink of my dad's beer, once. [Because all alcohol tastes bad, right?]
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Uh... this is... nice. Th...anks.
[It's definitely not. She's going to try and help make some. Other foods. Just-- being helpful! You know, for those of us who don't want everything in jello.]
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[So says Jane, seated at the table, looking a little... pale.]
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then she goes and gets herself some actual food and joins everyone in the dining room, though sitting off a bit, lost in thought. eventually, she reaches into her clothes and takes out a single card, though it's hard to tell what it is. she's just idly fiddling with it.]
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Next, he stays in his room for a while. If you hear screaming coming from there, don't worry. He's
notokay.Eventually he goes to said party, in such a bad mood that he doesn't notice too much of the problems. Of course, he still does notice some of them.]
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She's fine!]
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You okay, dude?
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The invitation is welcome. Really, she doesn't want to be alone right now. ...The actual state of the food's a little...um? Why is there so much jello. Kim is absolutely baffled by the jello-
so, when she's not moping about in the dining room, maybe poking at some of the jello, suspiciously, she's making herself something more, uh...edible, in the kitchen. Honestly, why didn't they just let Rémy cook? ]
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Hey Kimbo, see you made it to horrible jello limbo.
[Rhymes help with trauma.]
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When he does come out, he's got two pieces of paper in his hands from the notepad in his room. He makes a beeline straight for the foyer.
On one of the walls unoccupied with the bios, he puts up his two drawings. They're not good, by any means, but he seems pleased with the results anyways. Even if he wasn't really friends with either of them, it feels bad not having anything good to remember them by.
After that, he heads back to the dining room, where he's pretty cheerful even despite the party being... Like That (thanks Negaduck). Apparently the trial didn't get to him that much, and he's more worried about making sure everybody else is okay.]
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I think something might be wrong with this drink.
[ Surely someone will save him from a Bad Decision. ]
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[Does his distrust and general hatred of Negaduck outweigh his disdain for Gaston.]
[Considering. Calculating.]
...Nah, looks fine to me.
[Pouring a glass and taking a long drag, just barely managing to keep blank face.]
Sm- [HACK] -smooth.
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Actually, it's less like he's eating them and more like he's trying to free the vegetables from the jello and failing. Save him.
Eventually, he wanders out into the foyer. He's copying his map (minus all the markings he made during the trial) for . . . well. He doesn't want to believe there's going to be a next time, but he'd rather have a clean version of the map ready for his own peace of mind.]
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Avocado and shrimp pizza sounds delicious after seeing all this food trapped in jello, not gonna lie.
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All you guys who thought Grunkle Stan did it are butts.
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Don't suppose you can help me straighten my frazzled out tail?
[Distractions???]
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1/3
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So it takes him a while but he eventually does come in to join everyone, though he's staying far away from any of that food because looking at it makes him feel sick after all that.
For now, he'll just sit over in a corner and write away in his notebook, adding notes to a couple of pages as he watches everyone mingle.]
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Mind some company?
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... staring at the food laid out in front of her. She rolls her eyes, poking at one of the many jello foods wih a spare fork she happened to pick up, and sighs.]
I don’t know how anybody could be eating something like this. It doesn’t look appetizing at all.
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[why are you criticizing his awful cooking minnie]
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Yeesh. What is this, a hospital?
[Yeah no, fuck that, we're getting real comfort food. He goes into the kitchen and comes out a little while later with plates stacked high with bacon and pancakes.]
There we go, now that's actually edible. Get some kind of food in ya, even if ya don't feel like it.
[He himself cronches down on some bacon, and has a grand total of one (1) pancake, but mostly he sips at a can of soda and sits at one of the tables, keeping a close eye on Mabel.]
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[May he have some? While he's at it, hes curious about the soda. What is this "Pitt Cola"?]
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Later in the night, she can't stop herself from drifting off to the foyer. It was just a quick doodle, to get her thoughts together, but it became the frantically scribbling of more conditional computers codes to herself. If she just went on patrol in this area first, she could've caught them mid-conversation and kept things civil. Okay, what if she had asked Lekmet or Freddie- no, the wand proved that curse magic was way too powerful for that. But she never asked, too busy worrying about her tail. There could've been a solution for the little guy that they just hadn't found yet. Maybe if she had worked harder to befriend Mim, she could've stopped her from trying to mess with Woody.
Just as she thought. The codes do seem to check out that its all her fault.]
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What does it do?
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[He does survey the banner for a moment before leaving and returning with a pen. Managing to climb up to where it's hung, he makes a couple edits himself. With Lekmet and Soos' earlier efforts, it now reads CK Boney & Negadork.]
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CK Boney & Negadork...? What on earth does that mean?
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After he feels a little less... something ("alarmed" possibly? he is a mouse, that's probably normal somehow right?) he notices activity in the Dining Room and goes to investigate. He's wandering aimlessly around the room, partly trying to determine what the hell is going on--is that a punch bowl of vinegar? And there are so many things encased in gelatin... ]
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Uh. Hello?
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He spends a good thirty minutes in there sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, trying to regulate his breathing and pull his composure together. It's more difficult than it's ever been for him before in his life. Should he even go to the party?
He resolves to do it, but he stays at the edges, near the doorways, ready to leave if his presence becomes a problem. He'd understand if it did after today. He fucked up very, very badly, and he doesn't know how to even begin to make it better. How do you make up for something like that?
Catch him in the corner of the dining room, picking listlessly at a plate of jello. He has no idea what this is and he doesn't like it, but someone took the time to make it so he should be polite.]
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[hey you freaky head man you]
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But eventually she does bring herself down to the Dining Room where she slides into a seat at the table and... doesn't do much besides stare glumly into her cup of water. She does poke a little at the jello, but she's not hungry enough to force herself through it.
...yet.]
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You look like you could use something more perky than water and bad jello.
[Thanks Doreen.]
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He's also not touching any of the jello or the "vodka" that he can smell from across the room because he may hate himself but not enough to eat chicken jello or drink vinegar.]
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Hey. We have some real food if you're hungry.
[A friendly invitation to something that won't make your stomach want to die. Besides, being here is the best distraction they all have right now.]
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After a week of near total absence, Jyn hangs around the "party" for a while, just... kind of hovering. She doesn't seem to feel like eating, but despite the bags under her eyes and every possible physical signal for exhaustion emanating from her person, she refuses to sleep just yet. To that end she uh. She seems to have grabbed a cup of the "vodka." And every once in a while, when she feels herself drifting a little, she takes a sip completely straight-faced. Love the burn.
She can also be caught in the foyer looking thoughtfully at the bios, after a while. She is no longer drinking straight fucking vinegar in this prompt. ]
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Um, I'm pretty sure that's really just vinegar or something. Not...not really something you wanna straight up drink it.
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/joins the party late with coffee
So for most of the time he does spend at the party, he's going around attempting to talk to people or cheer them up...and generally failing, because he's not that great at it.]
You, uh...you doing okay?
[Eventually, he gives up these attemps and can be found in the kitchen/dining area, making what he considers more edible than the jello creations--in this case, okonomiyaki. It's not as good as the kind made by actual chefs and he keeps burning the cakes slightly due to being distracted and slightly jumpy, but most of them are edible.]
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What are you making?
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After messing with the banner and checking up on a few people, he leaves and eventually finds himself in front of Mim's room. It's hard to believe she won't show up around the corner and scare people- Maybe Mr. Arrow did have a point in refusing to accept it wasn't one of her pranks.
In his hand was a Witch's broomstick, which he believes is hers. Lekmet sets it down inside her room, stands silently for a few minutes, then leaves.
He may or may not have taken something in her room that belonged to him initially. Think of it as a belated trade.
To take his mind off of things, he heads towards the kitchen to bake as much brownies as he can. It feels like he's running on autopilot, tuning anyone out unless they shake him out of it.
Finally, he heads to the Dining Room, sets about 5 large trays of brownies down, and takes a random jello dish for himself to humor Negaduck. He'll be standing nearby offering small plates of brownies to anyone (anyone, even Gaston).]
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Lekmet? Dude, are you okay?
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Once his concerns about Negaduck encouraging children to drink get the better of him, he eventually arrives at the party. Keeping a watchful eye out for any shenanigans, he drifts towards the jello spread. He takes a spoonful and gags.]
This is completely unsafe for human consumption.
[He needs to find somewhere to dispose of these wretched things, for the good of everyone else.]
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[Leia's here, and she's not particularly impressed by the spread, either.]
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