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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[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou listens, because he has to. Because he needs to know, because he's worried.

He hadn't been close to the host, but he had respected the ghost. For helping him put Anna to rest, for giving them time to say goodbye. For always being as honest as he could be with them.

The gears turn slowly, but he puts together the pieces of the story that he's heard, slowly, turning them over in his head until they make almost a coherent picture. He sighs in what's almost relief.]

...Maui told me part of what happened, too. That the Host died possessing the guy who did it to save everyone.

I've- [His voice falters, and his gaze drops to one hand tightening in his sheet.] ...Never seen him so shaken.

[defyingfrigidity]

I don't blame him.

[She won't... go into any more detail, especially where Maui is concerned. Not that she's afraid of how Lefou would react to it, but it should be Maui telling him what happened. He deserves to hear it from the man himself.]

Even after everything else we've seen here... what happened after that trial was possibly the most terrifying thing I've ever seen.

[toogoodforhim]

...Did something else happen? After what happened to the Host.

[Because that does sound horrifying but also really not worse than either of the executions he'd already witnessed.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Nooo buddy why you gotta do this to her... maybe if she can jsut be vague...]

The ghost who killed the Host, he... got angry. And seemed to be summoning something, or calling up some kind of spell. But it seemed to be taking a while, so we were all able to run back into the mansion. For some reason... he didn't follow us.