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foolishmortals2017-07-08 04:36 pm
sixfingeredstan) wrote in foolishmortals2017-07-08 04:36 pm
all that glitters is gold [AFTERPARTY]
[It's been a very long, and very upsetting morning, and honestly, Ford is feeling goddamn drained. All the events of the day have hit him like a ton of bricks. And as much as he wants nothing more than to sleep for about a week...well. There's work to do.
After talking it over with Fiddleford, his first mission is hitting the kitchen and scraping together all the eggs, potatoes, and onions he can find. It takes him a good few hours, but eventually he's got five big casserole dishes full of kugel, steaming hot, fresh out of the oven. He stacks up a big pile of plates, forks, and serving utensils and carries it all into the lounge in trips.
Next is the business of the still. Between the two of them, the two Fords manage to get it into the lounge and set it up on a table where it's easy to access. Ford also pilfers a big glass jug of apple juice for the kids and puts it nearby. All the adults are free to partake of a cup of Fiddleford's sugar shine. They'll be needing it, tonight.
Lastly, are the notes. Ford writes them all out in his neat, block lettering, and slips one under each door—pausing at the doors of the deceased with a sad frown each time.
The lounge is quiet while they wait for everyone to arrive, save for the sounds of banjo music....
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As mentioned above, he is here to play his banjo and play it loud. Now that there's only one in the house he feels even more obligated than before. It's the best memorial for Wander he knows how to give. He also will take requests, or at least try to match up to singing or other instruments if someone else wants to have a memorial jam session.
Whenever he's not playing he makes rounds of the room, checking in on the other guests. It's been... it's been a fuckin' day.]
How you holdin' up?
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As well as I can. Better now that I've got food in me.
[And a not-insignificant amount of that moonshine.]
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[ It's... not totally a lie. Naminé looks down at her cup of tea. ]
I'm more worried about everyone else.
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About as well as this uh. . .drink? [if that's what they wanna call it] How about you, man?
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Still, as quiet as he is, Ford will still spare the energy to talk to any of his friends. Especially if it's about Sylvia and Wander. They all need to heal from this, and the best way to do it is to talk it out. Even Ford, terrible as he is at interpersonal relationships, knows that.]
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The booze has helped, but he's got no tolerance to speak of, being a skinny teenager, and he's a little bit drunk from less than half a shot of the moonshine. Though it's stemmed the intrusive thoughts, his state has not hindered his natural curiosity, and he hovers, watching Ford draw.]
You're pretty good at this.
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You're a genius and an artist? Jack of all trades, dude.
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Not that she didn't know that Ford would be looking out for her, that was apparent to the lanky lumberjill since the end of this trial. So, in a sense, she had to at least find him, slightly drunk or not. Which she does, catching him in the middle of his drawing process.]
...You know, I've seen some of the pictures and stuff in your journal? It's really good.
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Thank you for letting me help you.
[ And later on, she takes up a seat in the lounge, looking unsure and, honestly, a little scared. So many terrible things have happened here, and she needs to work through it. The only issue is that she's really not sure how. Naminé stays in the lounge for a little while... and then she needs to seek out a couple of people in particular.
Wherever Lefou is, she'll go to him. She's depended on him so much, he needs someone this time. Cup of tea in hand, she looks for him, and when she finds him, even if he's asleep, she'll set it down where he can reach. If he's awake, though, she gives him a shaky smile. ]
Hi.
[ She looks for Star next, and she's not sure if she'll even want to see her, but. She's got a cup of vanilla, with some sprinkles on top, and she offers it to her. ]
I'm... I'm so sorry.
[ And then... Maui. She'd been so terrified for him, when he'd raised the fishhook, when he'd nearly--
Naminé takes a breath and folds her hands behind her back, whenever she finds him. ]
You... threw your fishhook away. After looking so hard for it.
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When she brings him a cup of tea, he gives her a grateful little smile, the best he can manage given the situation, and a pat on the cheek.]
Thank you for helping me. Couldn't have gotten all that kugel made without you.
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Sorry to have scared you.
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But he hears someone and cracks open his eyes, nonetheless. It takes his brain a second to recognize her, but when he does he smiles weakly and tries to sit up for her.]
Nene.
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She doesn't say anything at first, but she accepts the cup, at least.]
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[Julia shows up with Wander's banjo, and immediately starts looking for Fiddleford, because she is going to learn how to play an instrument. It's fine. When she finds him, she plonks down next to him.]
Can you teach me?
and then everyone else
[Julia has . . . a blanket full of knives, which she figures she should. Put back into the kitchen, so for part of the party she can be found carefully washing the knives and setting them aside to dry.
The non-bloody ones, anyway. The bloody ones she promptly dumped into the trash because Yikes™ is she not dealing with that.
Afterward, she can be found in the lounge looking between the apple juice and the sugar shine before she goes for the hecking alcohol. She earned it. She can drink in Germany.]
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That's... that's Wander's.
[Which seems like a stupid thing to say, who else could it belong to, but that's just the thing: it belonged to Wander. It feels almost too soon for someone else to play it. His stomach twists uncomfortably, but he doesn't say no.]
I... well I figure he probably would've been happy to see someone playin' it, wouldn't he.
[Who's he kidding. Of course Wander would want that.]
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But when the hour passed, and he still found himself alive, when the drumbeat hadn't followed him, he decided that there was no use wasting away when he was worried about other people.
His first stop was Lefou's room. Rather than disturbing him with a knock, he slipped in quietly and sat in front of the door. If Lefou was awake, he'd find Maui resting his head against his knees and sucking in a few deep breaths. If not, well... he'd probably still wake up to the sight.
Later, after they had spoken, the demi-god made his way to the lounge. He scooped up a pile of food, grabbed two different drinks and promptly propped himself up in a corner.
At least everyone would know he was alright?]
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Fiddleford approaches Maui during a break between songs, though his banjo is still hanging at his back, ever-present. He doesn't even know exactly what he wants to say, just that he has to say something.]
What you did, back there... it was incredibly brave. I think we got off on the wrong foot, you and I, and I want to apologize for bein'... for bein' unkind before I knew enough about you to make a fair judgement.
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oh boy oh boy
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He walks around casually, helping out as best he can at his size, moving towards anyone that looks like they're in a crisis. He just wants to do the best he can. But he's side-eyeing anyone with a bottle in their hand and he's all to happy to rant if they get too close.
That's before The Mistake.
He was just hopping around the dishing looking for something him sized. Standing on the edge of a glass of moonshine, he peers over at the kugel. He's never tried anything like that and finds himself mildly curious.
His shoe suddenly slips forward and he falls backward, losing his balance. Anyone who manages to find him during The Mistake will see him desperately trying to keep his head above the liquor, slamming a gloved hand against the glass.
After his escape and not long after the juices have entered his body, well. He can be found stumbling around the room, failing to avoid running into pretty much anything and anyone.
At some point, he even gets up onto the moonshine again]
Iiiiiii'd like ta give a llliddle toast! To are good friends! On the other side! Who taught us the most important lesson of all! [Nod nod.]
Never trust a fat Brit.
[Please save this cricket before he falls into the beer and dies of alcohol poisoning.]
After
For the first time tonight, Fiddleford actually manages a real, honest-to-god laugh.]
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After
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After escaping...whatever THAT was, she trudged back to the bedrooms, briefly considering locking herself in her room for the rest of eternity. But instead, she wandered
over yonderinto Wander's room and curled up on the bed, burying her face into the pillow and staining it with hot tears.She's not sure how long she lay there, but after a while she makes herself get up. She glances around the room, looking for anything that belonged to Wander or Sylvia, something to remember them by. What happened to everyone's stuff when the died here? Does it just... sit around gathering dust?]
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He's not really surprised to find her in Wander's room; he'd known they were close. Quietly, he knocks in the door frame.]
Star...?
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Would Marnie miss her if she died or didn't show back up? What about the Oiwas or Auntie? Or heck, even that annoying Sayaka girl?
Later, Anna takes refuge in the seance room. She doesn't really think of a reason why she should be there but she takes off her barrette and places it on the table. She might not remember much of her family but she does remember that it was one of the few things she still had from them.
Quietly, she begins to hum to herself. Maybe... maybe if there were bad ghosts out there...]
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You get enough to eat, pal?
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Seance room
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She wishes she had lunged at that hatbox jerk. She wishes she had done anything.
She's feeling pretty garbage, but she slinks out into the lounge anyway. She can't read the note, but she knows what the symbol of it means by now.
There's a big sad lump of cat draped over some furniture, softly rumbling in a say way to try to soothe herself. She's trying not to cry and not really succeeding very well.
Approach?]
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In case you're hungry... I brought this.
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For most of her life, it had been Anna waiting outside her door, waiting for her to come out. Now? Now she was waiting outside the door to Lefou's room, waiting for him to wake up. She doesn't want to just barge in, not knowing if suddenly waking up would be bad for him or not, so she'll just... wait. It's okay, because she doesn't really want to go to the after-trial gathering anyway.
But she won't be opposed to some company in the hallway as she waits. Even after spending time alone in her own room to let her powers vent, the occasional swirl of frost can still be seen crawling up the wall. Today has been.... really rough on her, after almost losing Maui, and she still can't quite get a grip on herself just yet.]
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And eventually his bed creaks and there's shuffling, very cautious footsteps coming toward the door.
And then a muffled *thump* followed by]
...Owwww...
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He'll wander a little, restless, before going into the kitchen to collect rags and furniture polish and heading upstairs to the music room to work on socializing the piano. Making this place safer may be moot now, but he'll do whatever he can to make the little differences.
When he comes back down, he's dirty, probably a little banged up, and even more exhausted. He spends some time at the "party" again, sitting in a corner, before heading straight for his room. He doesn't want to fall asleep out here, after all.]
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Lea?
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Then spittakes commically, sitting upright, staring at his cup.]
Dudes, what did you guys put in this? Gasoline?
[I mean. It doesn't stop him from trying to drink it again, only to gag a little. IS THIS WHAT THE POTATO BREAD IS FOR? TO WASH IT DOWN? He's gonna try that. And try mixing it with apple juice, jeezus.
Later, Mike can be found attempting to play with HeiHei. For the most part, he just. . .lets it peck at his boot. This bird isn't smart. As it clucks and decides to suddenly run off...into a wall...Mike rubs his head, and then sniffs the bird a bit. Wait. Why does it smell funny.]
Did someone let the chicken drink. . .
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But out he comes. Eventually. With one hand braced against the chair molding and his eyes glued to the floor like he doesn't trust the mansion not to change its map under his feet. He's been asleep several hours and has had some intense conversations, so he's... Well, he's definitely not ready to party (much though his mussed shirt would imply), but he's here. And he's...trying to smile.]
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D'you... Need a hand with that?
[He actually smiles, snorts a little at his own joke. Kid is dead drunk.]
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But she doesn't stay there for long, she doesn't want to. So, the note slid under her door is answered almost immediately.
She wanders into the lounge, looking almost like she's in a daze, quietly scanning the crowd before she heads over to the memorials first. She finds some space near the others and sets down Wander's phone, and his hat. She'd make something for Sylvia, but she didn't wear clothes.]
...Hope you're doing alright together, wherever you are.
[That's the most she can manage. Whenever she decides to get up again, Wendy heads back to the lounge with a cup in hand. She knows the apple juice is left out for the younger crowd, but in times like this who is going to enforce the rules?
So she grabs a small plate of food, and some of that freakin alcohol before wandering off to plop down in one of the corners and just try to relax for the first time today. Though she's still definitely open to anyone who comes by.]
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I landed headsJiminy is not doing so great, having been a day of despair and terror. But then he fell into a cup of liquor and now he's feeling great.Tripping over himself as he walks to Wendy, but great.]
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeendddddddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
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