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

[aboyandhiscar]

[A noble death, all in the memory of a weird furry alien from space georgia. He gets to his feet, ready for this.]

Nothing either of us couldn't handle! Heck, turn one of these party cups upside down, toss a couple strings on it, and boom, a hat ready for festivities. And I don't think a piano is gonna be too picky.

[kindaruledatit]

[Even the little furry alien guys need some appreciation.]

Nah, that's totally the easy part. The hard part is getting the thing on the big guy. [Judging by her tone, she's already fit to volunteer.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Oh yeah? Sounds like you've already got an idea in mind. [He's grabbing another cup, already poking holes in it.]

[kindaruledatit]

[She likes the way this guy thinks.]

Ooooh yeah. I've never wrestled with a piano before.