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

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Oh now the flying goat can talk. This is fine.

Regardless, Gaston reads the message, then glances back at Lekmet. ]

She won't need it anymore, you know.

[ He doesn't...sound as heartless as he could have when he says it? ]

[angelgoatdemon]

[He does a curt, knowing nod. Then again, Lekmet didn't need it for flying either.]

Hhh.

['I forgot to return it before she'

His writing trails off, then quickly crosses it out. He sighs and shrugs in defeat.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Ah.

Is this...grief? Is that what this is?

Gaston may not understand it, but he can be magnanimous when it doesn't cost him anything. He hesitates, then steps forward and gives Lekmet a reassuring clap on the horn. ]

I'm sure she'd understand.

[angelgoatdemon]

[He seriously appreciates it. It might not be vocalized, but the sentiment is enough to be conveyed with a half-hearted smile.

Maybe this fellow isn't so bad after all]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Oh he is that bad. This is just damage control.

He beams back, with a smart nod. Then he notices the thing Lekmet had traded the broom for, still in the goat's...hand? Hoof? ]

What have you got there?

[angelgoatdemon]

[Ah, there he is- It wouldn't be Gaston if he wasnt!

Lekmet shows him a first aid kit. It has a sticker with his face on it to show it was his.

...now that he thinks about it, trading with a dead lady was super weird.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ What is modern first aid. What are stickers.

Gaston peers down (not too close to those hooves) and peers at the box. ]

Why is your face on here?

[ An astonishing detailed likeness too, for something so small. ]

Did you paint that?

[ With those hooves?? ]

[angelgoatdemon]

Naaah.

[ He shakes his head at the painting thing, but he wishes it was.

'It's mine,' he quickly writes. 'Helps with minor injuries. Do you need some help?'

There certainly are stickers band aids inside the kit.]

[athleticallyinclined]

Injuries?

[ He hesitates a minute. His fist instinct is to refuse any help that's offered - he's above such things as needing other people. Or goats.

On the other hand, the bite the Beast had given him...Well, it's not healing so well as it could be.

Wordlessly, he pushes back his sleeve to reveal the bite. It's an angry red and, worse, beginning to seep a white pus. ]

[angelgoatdemon]

...!

[There's an audible gasp as he takes in the damage- A friend-enemy or not, his healer instincts kick in. If Gaston allows it, he'll guide him to the bathroom to clean up the wound traditionally.

It might sting a bit, with rubbing alcohol and such.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Well. He had asked for help, if not in so many words. Gaston follows Lekmet into the bathroom, only to jerk his arm away at the first sting of rubbing alcohol. ]

Ow!

[ Shielding his arm protectively, he gives Lekmet a look that, on anyone who wasn't as Manly (TM) as Gaston, would definitely be characterized as a pout. ]

That hurts!

[angelgoatdemon]

A-aa-aa.

['It's supposed to,' he calmly bleats with a neutral look. He probably should've used magic in the first place, which was a lot painless.

He's- just going to carefully wrap it up with bandages and some healing magic. There we go!]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ There's no stopping now. Gaston waits as Lekmet bandages it up, then lifts his arm to inspect it. ]

Hmm.

[ He glances warily at Lekmet. ]

It's...better now, is it?

[angelgoatdemon]

[He nods and gives a reassuring smile.]

Ye-aa-aah.

['It should be fine for now. Feel free to come to me if it gets worse,' he writes.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ That sure did just happen.

He reads the note, gives Lekmet another uncertain glance, and then nods, crumpling the paper and letting it fall to the floor (because why wouldn't he). ]

You will hear about it, if it gets worse.

[ But he doesn't sound as angry and threatening as he normally does?? So??? ]

[angelgoatdemon]

[Eh, at least he got his point across; the papers were temporary anyway.

He's not phased...much but there is a split second moment of 'well. that happened.'

You got it, he nods, and does an informal salute.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He's just going to...take that? Apparently so. Gaston squints at him for a moment longer, then nods once more. ]

Thank...you?

[ It sounds almost as if he's never said the words before. ]

[angelgoatdemon]

['You're very welcome :D' he writes.

He's learning!!!!!!!!!!! Alright, maybe this isn't the time to seem unintentionally condescending, but he genuinely appreciates the sentiment.

Uh...what do the kids do it these days? He's gonna grin, wink, do fingerguns, and awkwardly step back til he trips over Mim's broom.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Gaston's just. Leaving. Before this gets any weirder. ]