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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[grimgrinningghosts]

[Wow rude Star.

The other letter is significantly longer than the first one, and if you recognize Sylvia's handwriting at all, it's very clearly hers.

Wander,

If you’re reading this, I’m either dead or you snuck into my room. I’m going to assume it’s the former.

You already know I’m a little further ahead in the future, and I know things about Lord Dominator that you don’t know. There’s actually something I’ve been wanting to tell you but couldn’t because I didn’t want to affect the timestream, but if I’m dead, I can only assume that the situation will become even more dire if I can’t help you at all.

Wander, Lord Dominator doesn’t want to conquer the galaxy, she wants to destroy it.

We can’t just try befriending her, or trying to get Lord Hater to hook up with her, we need to stop her at all costs. I’m not going to ask you to kill her, but try getting help, an army, something that can stop her from destroying everything we know in love. Please, everyone’s lives depend on it.

I don’t know how much time you have to stop her. I’m still holding onto hope that we exist out of time and the moment you get back to the galaxy, time will resume as normal. However, we don’t have the guarantee of “enough time”. It might be best to start planning as soon as you get this letter.

I know you can do this, Wander. I know this will be hard for you, but we have to make sacrifices when you’re protecting everything you know and love.

And, if I’m dead I just wanted to tell you thanks. I know you know this but my life would have been so much worse without you, and even though you drag me on these weird adventures, I gotta say it was worth all of it just so I could be friends with you.

I’ll love you for the rest of eternity,
Sylvia

PS Either convince Peepers or convince me in the past to convince Peepers that that freeze ray thing he had is a terrible plan]