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foolishmortals2017-07-08 04:36 pm
sixfingeredstan) wrote in foolishmortals2017-07-08 04:36 pm
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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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.]
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[It's fine. He's not bitter about his house still.]
I think you mean my top secret Mystery Basement.
[Noooot bitter.]
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Ouch. Gonna need a tarp to cover all that shade, Ford.
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We're...indoors. It's all shaded, Wendy.
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You should cut out some of that salt, you know?
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[He's too drunk and old for this.]
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[And she's too young and drunk for this too. Loud groan.]
I mean, you're still like, bitter towards Stan, huh?
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[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.
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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.
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[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.
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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.
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[He's mostly just musing to himself at this point. Sorry Wendy.]
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Well, pretty sure that you would know better then I would.
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[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.]