all that glitters is gold [AFTERPARTY]

[sixfingeredstan]

[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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[wannagetsmote]

Sure thing. [Maui wanted to say more, but instead remained quiet. Affection was hard enough. Putting feelings into words? Yikes.

Time for some awkward back pats instead.]

[chainbroke]

[ She can sense when things are awkward, so she pulls away. ]

I wanted to ask... How are you doing? After all of that. It's... a lot, for anyone, I think.

[wannagetsmote]

I... I don't know. Half of me is scared he's going to show up, right here and now.

I... don't think I like being scared.

[chainbroke]

It's not fun at all, is it?

[ She folds her hands in front of her. ]

And it's not fair that he's after you.

[wannagetsmote]

I... haven't felt this powerless in awhile. So, yeah, no. Not fun at all.

[Maui shook his head slowly.]

It's... It's my fault. I made the deal.

[chainbroke]

... Deal?

[ Now she's curious. Even more worried, too. ]

[wannagetsmote]

I agreed to this. I thought the Ghost Host was part of it all. When that ghost in there told me I could get my hook back, as long as I used it to kill the Host, I went for it.

I was wrong. Again.

[chainbroke]

The ghost who--

[ She frowns. She knows why she's actually mad about this, but she keeps calm. ]

... He didn't tell you everything. He... manipulated you.

[ There's a bitter edge to her voice. ]

[wannagetsmote]

I'm thousands of years old, Namine. I should know better than this.

[chainbroke]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Just because you're a certain age doesn't mean you can't-- He pushed all your right buttons. Didn't he?

That could happen to anyone.

[wannagetsmote]

I just... wanted to help anyone. To be a hero again.

[chainbroke]

Well... you've helped me a lot here. It might not be the same thing, but... it's true.

[wannagetsmote]

It's... [He let out a small breath, then reached out to ruffle her hair.]

It's enough.

[chainbroke]

[ She blinks, surprised, but then lets out the quietest laugh. ]

I'm really glad. You're... one of my closest friends here.

[ .... and then she looks surprised again, because she's admitted it. ]

[wannagetsmote]

Yeah? [He'd... really have to get used to all this warm and fuzzy stuff. It'd never happened to him before, what was he supposed to do?]

Uh, I mean. Same to you too, Namine.

[chainbroke]

[ Give her a moment, and then... oh, look at that smile. ]

I'm so glad. Thank you, Maui.

[wannagetsmote]

Of course, princess. Any time. [Guess who's getting hair ruffles.]