jello? jello anyone?

[negaverse]

[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. 

 

PARTY FOR THE DEAD GUY IN THE DINING ROOM

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.]

 

Comments

[rech]

Don't drink the what.

[...there's a man here. He's one you've never seen before, though his voice is unsettlingly haunting. His clothes are dusty, consisting of a full suit and top hat, as well as sunglasses that not only cover the front of his eyes, but cover the sides of them as well.

In his hands, of course, is a glass of "vodka". He's drinking it diligently, savoring every sip.]

[tanukey]

...so is Bonebag dead-dead, you're his replacement, is that what's happening here?

[rech]

He was already somewhat dead, was he not?

[He speaks, sipping at his drink.]

Quite frankly, he's much more useful without the limbs. He just can't be expected to moderate your group.

[tanukey]

Double-dead, whatever the hell you wanna call it.

[rech]

Dead-Four-Times-Over.

[tanukey]

...Dammit, I wanted to kill that freak!

[rech]

Relax, maybe you'll get your chance to do it later. I have his talking head in my quarters.

[tanukey]

...which are located where, exactly.

[Asking for a friend.]

[faciliheir]

[so she was just kinda idly watching this shit occur, tapping boredly on a table, when--

slams palm on table completely casually]

And what's that supposed to mean? You in charge now?

[rech]

Yes. I suppose that is what it means.

[faciliheir]

["hi i'm freddie i'm a vk so i have no emotional attachments because i'm too cool for them."]

Where is he? ["also i'm a liar."]

[rech]

Didn't you request that "the creep" not speak to you?

[faciliheir]

That-- That was because of what you did to me! I didn't mean it! He knows I didn't mean it! He... He knows that...

[keep it cool freddie]

[bayoublues]

[who the fuck

um

ok]

The...the...vine--excuse me, cough, who...are you?!

[rech]

Randall Rech. Former captain of the S.S. Gore.

[a beat.]

Perhaps you know me better as The Phantom. The good doctor was always so extra about introducing me as such.

[bayoublues]

...Doesn't ring a bell.

[Gonna inch away a little. Ghosts are never good news.]

Um. Are you a spirit? Or something?

[rech]

One could say that.

[bayoublues]

[mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok]

At least you ain't Facilier. That guy had some nasty bones in his body. [A pause.] Uh. No pun intended.

[rech]

Oh, I appreciate the puns.

[Another swig.]

Perhaps you'll be seeing the shadowman again. However, he's...certainly out of commission at the moment.

[bayoublues]

Oh, good. I mean, um, not good? I...I'm not sure how you feel about that man.

[he certainly doesn't want to see him again.

Hm. If Facilier's not around anymore, then...]

If...if you're gonna be in charge here, do you mind maybe givin' me a heat source or somethin'? It gets awfully cold for a reptile like myself.

[pinkflip]

You're the one this whole...ritual's for? This is all your fault?

[rech]

I suppose you'll attempt to dissuade me or what-have-you if I were to say "yes".

[pinkflip]

Of course! Who do you think you are, kidnapping people and putting them through this...this twisted terror?!

[rech]

Randall Rech, former captain of the S.S. Gore. I've said this.

[pinkflip]

But what gives you the right? What are you even doing all this for? We- there are innocent children here, buster, you are not going to just- get away with this!

[ ...It was so much easier to do this under a helmet, with a dang magical bow. ]