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

[stanbyme]

Must make holidays pretty awkward. As long as he didn't, uh, take after his grandpa or something, it can't be that bad, right?

[hasit]

[Deadpan:]

Well, Stanley, that's precisely what happened.

[stanbyme]

...Ah.

Well then he sounds like a little rat.

[Beat.]

No offense.

[hasit]

[That actually...startles a laugh out of her. It's not funny, not really, but she hadn't expected that.]

I can't say I'd agree, but...none taken.

[Listen. She still feels like a whole lot of the problem was her fault. It's not that easy.]

[stanbyme]

[Well but hey, it got a laugh out of her.

He gives her a smile, even though it's sort of sad.]

I guess that's a Ma thing.

[Loving your kid no matter how bad they fuck up.]

Anyway, uh... [He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.] Jeez, I just keep stickin' my foot in it, don't I.

[hasit]

Something like that.

[She watches Stan as he changes the subject, looking sheepish, and shakes her head, a smile playing around her lips.]

That's alright. We're not exactly sticking to the easy conversations, here.

[stanbyme]

[Hey, she hasn't slapped him yet. This is already about 5x better than past experience.]

Yeah, well, still... You've earned a shot at askin' instead of answering. If there's anything you wanna ask, I mean.

[hasit]

Well...alright.

[She considers for a moment.]

Tell me about this place you come from. Gravity Falls?

[stanbyme]

Oh, sure. I think it's an old logging town, or something. The population is about fifty people and a goat.

My brother moved out there to study "anomalies." I guess Gravity Falls is kind of a magnet for that kind of weird stuff. Things like gnomes sneakin' in and stealing your food, doors appearin' out of nowhere, random outhouses showin' up in the woods, a bottomless pit that may or may not be bottomless, a bear with several heads who listens to pop music...

Makes it a whole lot easier to accept some of the people here, anyway.

[hasit]

[Chuckling:] Well, that sounds...eventful. I'm sure it doesn't get boring much, at any rate. And you...ran some sort of museum there? A hall of learning?

[stanbyme]

Not so much about learning as Ford would'a liked it to be, but I never was the smart one of us two.

We'll say it's a... museum of urban legends. Called it the "Mystery Shack."

[hasit]

'Mystery Shack.' [She bobs her head this way and that, thoughtfully.] That's one way to get people to come visit. Did it work?