foolishmortals | 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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[Her generally worn expression softened a little at ford's remarks. Now she looks... still rather tired, but at least she's smiling more?]

Dude, that's ridiculously sweet. I'd totally start crying if I was the kind of person that did that. [She's a little drunk. Give her time.] And, hey... you knew my dad? You never told me that.

Please don't. [Ford looks like he bolt if he catches sight of tears. But hey, yes, let's absolutely talk about your dad!]

I didn't? Huh. Well, when I first moved to Gravity Falls, your father was the one who helped me build my house. You worked there for how long and never knew that?

[Yeah, no way this could ever go in a weird direction, that's for sure.]

Huh? No kidding. Never told me about that. [WONDER WHY.....] So, you know my dad. Cool.

[She shrugs openly.] Hey! Man, it's not like your brother wanted everyone in town to know about his top secret Mystery Basement. And I only had that job for the summer, plus I was way too focused on other things.

[Like not working.]

We're acquainted, yes. He did good work. Which, unfortunately, Stan undid most of over the years.

[It's fine. He's not bitter about his house still.]

I think you mean my top secret Mystery Basement.

[Noooot bitter.]

[Noooooot at all.]

Ouch. Gonna need a tarp to cover all that shade, Ford.

[He squints at her.]

We're...indoors. It's all shaded, Wendy.

... No, I mean... [Does she really want to explain memes to Ford? Does she?]

You should cut out some of that salt, you know?

What are you saying? My sodium intake is perfectly reasonable for a man my age.

[He's too drunk and old for this.]

It's a saying!

[And she's too young and drunk for this too. Loud groan.]

I mean, you're still like, bitter towards Stan, huh?

Kids.

[He raises his eyebrows at her, and then flaps a six-fingered hand.]

No, no. Not really. Not anymore. Just—old habits die hard. And, well. It's easier to pretend to be bitter than to think about how much I miss him.

Teen. [She shoots that right back.... but then, that definitely hits home.]

Oh. [Hrm] I hear that. Seems like every day I think about what's going on with my family.

[...] Or, y'know. Sometimes I don't think about them for a while, and it becomes this big shock when I do.

Potato, potah-to.

[Ford glances over at her out of the corner of his eye as she says that.]

Yes. Sometimes it's much easier to try and forget. It hurts a lot less. I find myself wondering more and more whether I'll ever see any of them again.

Tomato, tomah-to. [She can do it too!!!]

Yup. Same. Ditto. [It's like like she lays awake at night thinking about it, ahaha....]

Hey, if they waited this long to see you, then maybe they're already looking for us right now.

I'd like to think that's the case. That Stan is...is barreling towards wherever this is. That somehow, someone's caught wind of this.

The worst part is, they could've just come and taken us in the middle of the night or whatever. Not very easy to figure out what happened then.

That's what's most troubling. How did they do it? Some kind of portal? Or...magic?

[He's mostly just musing to himself at this point. Sorry Wendy.]

[Yeah, that's a thing. Thanks, Ford.]

Well, pretty sure that you would know better then I would.

Hm?

[Oh, right. He was having a conversation.]

I like to think so. But not to worry! I'm sure we'll all find a way out of here very soon.

[Before Oogie Boogie has a chance to follow through on his latest threat, ideally.]

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