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]

[ Whoops, she's sinking. Gaston sinks along with her, tightening his hold a bit to helpfully prop her up. ]

A gorgeous country. Full of game to hunt, and...forests to hunt in...excellent weapon manufacturing...

[ He trails off, thinking longingly of his hunting rifle. ]

If you're very lucky, perhaps I'll show it to you someday.

[notasingleword]

[Oh my god why why why...

Ariel forces a smile. She's so uncomfortable right now holy shit. This guy is scary.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ scary hot, right

But even Gaston is finally catching on to the fact that she hasn't said a word this whole time. He glances at her with something almost like concern. ]

Do you enjoy hunting?

[ And then, before she can answer - or fail to - ]

Of course not, you're a woman. Well. That doesn't mean you can't look forward to hearing about my exploits!