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

[sorrydoods]

Yeah, that...that sounds like a really good idea.

[Just in case, you know, it happens again somehow.]

Lumber jacks are basically people that get paid to cut down trees, or at least cut down the ones that are really hard to cut down.

[Sorry if he's doing the title a disservice, Wendy! He's just not really knowledgeable on the topic.]

[angelgoatdemon]

[Better decades late than...never. Sorry Ford.]

O-Oh. That's hard work there.

[He already feels exhausted thinking about doing that much work despite healing people with his own life force. Maybe he can Chainsaw a Tree someday]

Your dimension seems like a nice place!

[sorrydoods]

Yeah, it's a pretty cool place, if I do say so myself.

As long as you don't try looking for danger in the forest near Gravity Falls. It can be kinda...crazy out there.

[Just ask one of the dinosaurs that Soos has gotten to meet.]

[angelgoatdemon]

I can probably out-fly whatever's in there, maybe-! This Manor's gotten me thinking of retiring from my old work and go dimension-hopping.

What sort of folks inhabit those forests?

[big lizards like Louis are nice...except Septarians, or whatever Toffee is.]

[sorrydoods]

[Thinks about it for a couple of seconds]

Yeah, you probably could actually.

Well, there's ghosts, dinosaurs, oversized and undersized animals, along with the occasional almost indescribable monsters like that gremloblin we had in the shack once.

Some of them are pretty nice, like the gnomes, the manotaurs, or old man McGucket, who likes to build giant robots and stuff like that. The bad ones are just kinda...more memorable.

[angelgoatdemon]

Sounds a little bit like Mewni! The whole monsters thing--

[He looks a bit nervous, but it's nothing to worry about. He's technically a monster creature himself, so]

Oh yikes, I hope none of the bad ones are immortal. We had one on our hands, until Marco informed me they defeated him.

[sorrydoods]

I don't...think they're immortal? I mean, the ghost probably are, but as long as you don't purposely try to annoy them, they probably won't do anything.

As for the others...I'm really not sure. You'll probably have to ask Ford about it. He's studied pretty much all the monsters there.

[angelgoatdemon]

Can't wait to exchange notes with him sometime! Or converse- my notes aren't much.

[He recalled Stan mentioning something about journals. Also he has no idea thats The Guy the old dude referred to.]