we're not coming home 'til he's dead

[athleticallyinclined]

[ And he's dead.

The Beast is dead, and Gaston is celebrating. Immediately after the trial he goes to the dining room to decorate, using ideas from Louis' Mardi Gras party, various weddings he's attended, and his own hunting lodge as inspiration. There are candles on the centers of the tables, colorful banners and streamers draped around the room, and of course, antlers on the walls. The tables have tablecloths and real plates and cutlery. The only food available is meat, eggs, and beer, of course, but there's no shortage of any of it, and the meat at least smells amazing.

It's all surprisingly tasteful? At least until you look up to the banner above the buffet table. ]

HAPPY BEAST DEATH DAY

[ And in smaller letters underneath: ]

THANK YOU PRINCE KIT FOR YOUR SACRIFICE

[ Everyone gets personalized, handwritten invitations shortly after the trial.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹

𝒯𝑜 𝒶 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓉

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒞𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉'𝓈 𝒪𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓂𝑒

𝒟𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝓂

𝟩 𝒫𝑀

Comments

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Once the crowd has arrived, Gaston steps forward to make his customary speech. ]

Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining me on this...momentous occasion. I can honestly say that I've been dreaming of this day for a long time.

[ He pauses, fighting back tears. ]

But now that it's here...I find it's not as sweet as I dreamed. Yes, the Beast is dead, and no longer can he terrorize us, our wives and children. But Prince Kit...

You may not have known this, but Prince Kit was like...a son to me. A slightly spoiled, soft, useless son...but under my tutelage, he became a man. Over the past few...uh, days...I've seen him grow. From taking his first drink, to...to killing a monster and making the ultimate sacrifice!

Truly, an inspiration to us all.

Of course...[ He sighs deeply, and clenches his hand unconsciously into a fist at his side. ] The deed...should have been mine to do. I swore I would kill the Beast, and...Prince Kit did it instead.

[ He smiles, a little wistfully, though strangely his eyes look more angry than sad, and there's an odd tension in his jaw. ]

I suppose I'm just too good a teacher.

[ There's a strained moment of silence. Then Gaston clears his throat and gestures to the food. ]

Please! Enjoy yourselves.

[stanbyme]

[Hey Gaston change in the menu

How does a knuckle sandwich sound instead??]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ How dare you ruin his party

Nah he's ready for this. He raises an eyebrow as Stan marches over, smirking at him. ]

Shall we take this outside, or do you really want your entire family to see you beaten to a pulp?

[ Or, you know, rush in to stop them. One of those. ]

[not_over_yet]

[ FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT ]

[hasit]

[Leia's not hitting the sauce as hard as she was last week; she's got a glass of wine, not a bottle of booze, but she needs something to tame the throbbing anger that's been steadily brewing since the end of that absolute shit-show of a trial, and is only compounded by Gaston's...everything. Entire existence.

You...might want to tread carefully around her, right now, should you decide to join her at her table.]

[angelgoatdemon]

[Mind if he quietly joins her? He's not planning on healing either of those beefcakes while they're at it.

Here he is with three bottles of whisky, and trying to think of a distraction.]

...Fine drinks we're having. I don't think I've ever drank before-- what are your top five recommendations?

[Nailed it.]

[hasit]

[She presses her eyes shut as Lekmet starts talking, and kind of sort of...doesn't stop pressing them shut until he stops talking.]

I find that anything that gets you drunk enough to stop caring so much about the world going mad is fine in my book.

[She opens her eyes, drops her hand to the table.]

I'm sorry for doubting you, Lekmet.

[stanbyme]

[Stan just force fed a big jerk a knuckle sandwich, and now that he’s just left Gaston lying on the table and torn the banners to shreds, he comes proudly over to sit with his girlfriend... completely oblivious to her sour mood.]

Mind if I join ya, Starshine?

[hasit]

[She'd witnessed that whole fight, of course, and the aftermath, and although normally she'd be smugly satisfied by the results, she's just...not in the mood, right now.

Leia glances up at Stan, eyes half-lidded, and waves at an empty chair.]

Knock yourself out.

[faciliheir]

[... hm yeah as much as she's into the fighting she's. just gonna skip this scene.

time to take this wand and head back to her room.]

[not_over_yet]

[ ...

Damnit girl he'd wanted to watch Gaston to get his ass handed to him? But nooo, you've got to go slipping away like you have better things to do than this. Which. Unfortunately means something Actually Important is underway and he hates that.

He puts some effort into concealing his leaving the fight, but not much into his following Freddie. Notice him or not, just don't be pulling a Kit here. ]

[faciliheir]

[well she's making a clear and obvious beeline for her room. twirling the wand in her hands and muttering to herself.]

Sala... Sala-gad... Ugh, thanks Beast, sure glad Yen Sid never got to teach us anything practical...

[she does notice him eventually, when she's just outside her room-- she'd been pretty distracted and all. she grins.]

Ready to fix my dad?

[rech]

[There's a very loud crash from the stairs by the dining room. It looks as though it might have come from a floor or two up.

Maybe look into that?]

[sorrydoods]

[...oh fuck

Soos is rushing up to the second floor. If he finds nothing, he's going for the third.]

[rech]

[The third looks good! It looks as though there was some sort of scuffle here, and the door to Randall's room is wide open.]

[bayoublues]

[So...when Louis pokes his head into the dining room he isn't too happy about this party celebrating Beast's (and Kit's) death, so he figures he'll just turn around and holy shit there's fucking MEAT HERE

He glances around, shuffling his way into the room and grabbing a hunk of nondescript meat and devours it. Once that's finished, he grabs another piece and starts nibbling a little more slowly.

As much as he dislikes Gaston and frowns upon his hygienic practices, he does make a good roast.]

[lovelylilmouse]

I take it you're enjoying the food?

[Minnie has. Not been doing well. She's been doing her damn hardest to keep it together, but she's been finding herself holed up in her room most of the time. But she can't help but to smile when she sees Louis just. Fucking devouring meat.]

[bayoublues]

Yrrp.

[Louis swallows a mouthful of food, looking down at the plate he took it from. His expression is unreadable.]

Figured the only way to stop feelin' bad about everything being terrible is indulging in some good stuff!

[And repressing your feelings!]

[angelgoatdemon]

[So. Just when he thought he could cope with the hallucinations from Outside and his decent angelic reputation tarnished, he's got the added baggage of trying to process this whole trial.

Seriously, what.

Oh, also he could talk now, but he's going to stay quiet, lie down on the floor and stare at the ceiling. There's also empty whisky bottles around him. Anyone willing to give him a hand? (ha)]

[sorrydoods]

[...well

Looks like someone has been having a good time. or at least a better time than soos has been having]

Uh, Lekmet? Dude? Are you feeling okay?

[angelgoatdemon]

[He blinks owlishly at Soos, then reaches out to make sure he's real and tangible.]

I think the whisky made it worse. It tasted baaaaad, too.

[lovelylilmouse]

...Hey there...

[Minnie's voice is quiet. It's very obvious that she hasn't been holding up very well, but she can't help but to show concern towards those she cares for. She notices the empty whiskey bottles, and gives a frown.]

Are-- Are you alright?

[scrapplinghook]

[After her arguing match with Gaston and cheering on Stan beating the stuffing out of him, Mabel is up and aboyt again at the party. She spots Lekmet, and... well okay this seems fun? She'll just flop on down next to him.]

Y'know, this ceiling's kinda boring to stare at.

[not_over_yet]

[ Basil's in better spirits than earlier--finally having addressed the severed head issue is a relief, even if it turns out he did miss the fight as a result. He seems to have missed most of the gathering's events, by the looks of things. ]

...As drunk as the surrounding bottles suggest?

[astronomics]

[ ... annnnd after giving the audience at home some words, Jyn is just gonna... walk into the party, ignore everything else that's happening with Gaston or whatever, grab some beer and sit at a table to drink it while jotting down some notes on a piece of paper. Feel free to say hi. ]