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

[bayoublues]

[oh no he's being called out right here right now]

Um...well, uh, during the first few days we were here, me n' Soos tried to make spaghetti with tomato sauce. [He lets out a nervous laugh.] Um...we ended up makin' way too much. And it didn't taste too good. But that's fine! I'm sure cookin' a fish ain't too hard.

[He may not have eaten pasta all his life but he has eaten fish so it should be fine right]

[lostbutnotaboy]

[A body's been discovered. It's Louis, dead at the hands of a thirteen-ear-old girl.]

....Then it's a good thing I know how to boil noodles. [Kind of. Hoo boy.]

Although, I don't think I've ever cooked a fish myself.

[She stops short as they reach the kitchen. This may be... harder then they think.]

[bayoublues]

[rest in shit louis]

It shouldn't be too hard. If anything, we can just throw it in a pan and wait 'till it starts burning.

[He peers into the refrigerator, looking for fish.]

So...what exactly is fish and chips made out of?

[lostbutnotaboy]

That's... probably a idea.

[A idea.]

Hmm, I believe it's just... potatoes and cod? And you're supposed to cut up the potatoes and... fry them both.

[She never really figured out the specifics. Didn't seem important back then.]

[bayoublues]

Hm.

[Eyes the very sharp looking knives. Thinks back on when he pricked his finger for the vote.]

...Maybe you should chop up the potatoes. Watch yer fingers when you do it, though. I'll get some cod and fry it up.

[Leave the small child with knives. What can go wrong? He takes out a few fillets and a pan.]

...Y'know, this would probably be easier if I had kept Remy's cookbook.

[lostbutnotaboy]

[Well, she just popped by the pantry and has now returned with a sack of potatoes. Oof, it's heavy.]

I suppose I could handle it. [She's a responsible kid, Louis. she wont stab anyone.]

Remy is... the mouse that cooks, right?

[bayoublues]

Yep! He's a rat, actually. He's pretty dang good, too. Knows how to make a lotta different stuff, and then make it even better.

[Louis turns on the burner, placing the pan over it to heat up. He stares at the fish, then the pan. Then the fish. Then the pan.

Right. Oil. At least he remembered that. He fetches a bottle from the cabinet and accidentally pours way too much into the pan.]

Oh, shoot. Uh. This is fine.

[lostbutnotaboy]

Oh, right. [They're different? Huh.] I guess after everything I've seen, a rat who is an amazing cook isn't all that unbelievable.

[She peers over the counter and rummages around in the drawers until she finds a potato peeler and gets to work on that.

She looks up, just in time, to see that little mishap.]

Ooh, uh, it's probably alright. The oil will just burn up as you cook it.

[bayoublues]

Hmm...okay. Sounds good!

[He's going to carefully drop the filets into the pan, jumping back when it sizzles. Mmmm. Oily fish.]

So...you come from England, right? Is this a common dish to eat there? I ain't really met any fancy Englishmen before, they generally don't like comin' down to New Orleans.

[lostbutnotaboy]

[And she jumps away a bit with him. Oof. Careful there, Louis. But once things are underway it's back to peeling, and then... cutting. She doesn't normally touch the big knives, so this is...]

That's right? [Trying to focus, Louis. Concentrate...] Well, to be fair, I've never met any talking alligators from New Orleans before. So I guess we're pretty much even on that.

It is a pretty common dish. Lot's of people eat it, but I guess some places don't get it? What do you eat in New Orleans?

[bayoublues]

Oh, a whole lotta good stuff. We got people from all over--French, Spanish, Caribbean, um...[He pauses.] All places! So, mix that all together, and you get a buncha real good food combos. Like, gumbo, red beans and rice, po' boys...lotsa nice, savory stuff. You ought to try it, sometime! I'm sure there's somethin' you'll like.

[He's eyeing the fish and he's not exactly sure when to flip them over. Maybe when they're brown, right? That's how fish are cooked.]

[lostbutnotaboy]

[....Her stomach isn't rumbling. Shut up.]

Oh, it sounds... lovely where you're from. I've never been anywhere outside of London, but maybe if I can visit after...

[A pause.]

After we go home.