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....

Comments

[whistlenotchirp]

[He nods ethusiastically.]

But don't tell Frenchie. They're weird about that sorta thing. He wouldn't understand.

[kindaruledatit]

[Nods slowly.]

Yeaaaah. Hey, can I tell you a secret?

[whistlenotchirp]

Sure! You're good people. I won't tell a soul whatever about whatever.

[kindaruledatit]

Okay.

[She downs the rest of her cup. There isn't much left in it anyway.]

I don't think Lefou will mind that much.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He considers this point.]

Welllllll, I guess the french are more lenient than the british. But they're also murdery. Its good to avoid murdery.

[kindaruledatit]

I honestly don't think Lefou would murder someone.

[...]

I don't think he can.

[whistlenotchirp]

That's what they said before the Rench Fevolution. And then it all went to pieces. Like... a lotta pieces. Of bodies.

[kindaruledatit]

[She didn't expect a history lesson. Maybe she needs more alcohol.]

Ha! C'mon! I don't think he's gonna start taking off people's heads or anything.

[Now giving head? That might be something else entirely.]

Why all the dislike about him?

[whistlenotchirp]

Ugh. The French. Think they're so great, with-with-with their French. Taking half of Italy. Not so high and mighty without their Napolean now.

[kindaruledatit]

[She wasn't expecting this. Not at all.]

Whoa, dude. Sounds kind of like you've got a few issues with them.

[She raises her (empty) cup.] But, come on! That's all totally in the past in my time! It's different!

[whistlenotchirp]

They let Napoleon take over three- two times! They're the worst.

[He shakes his finger at Wendy pointedly.] Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorst.

[kindaruledatit]

....Did he really do that? That's kinda neat.

[She honestly has no idea. She's not Good with history.]

[whistlenotchirp]

Well, the north at least. Couldn't get us Southern boys, no sir!

Can't believe they voted for him twice. [That's not what happened.]

[kindaruledatit]

....Wait, wasn't he a king or something? How did he get elected?

[There she goes. The history buff who always paid attention in class.]

[whistlenotchirp]

With... king elections...

[kindaruledatit]

....That's probably not true.

[whistlenotchirp]

Well, who knows how the [Hic] French work. Buncha nonsense and violence anyway.

[kindaruledatit]

Hey, come on dude. You gotta work past that french hate. They can be pretty cool.

[...] I mean, when they're not being all snooty and rich.

[whistlenotchirp]

Ugggggghhhh. That's just the way with them. No respect for a working stiff like us.

[kindaruledatit]

I mean, I don't really like my job either...