[After the...fiasco that was Sunday, Ford is sort of reluctant to ever leave his room ever again. Whoever this Oogie Boogie character is, he doesn't seem half as...vaguely benevolent as the Ghost Host had. Definitely not as decent. And even though he's not frightened of insects, he also hadn't exactly relished the feeling of them crawling up his legs and over his feet.
Still, by afternoon, he comes out reluctantly to stretch his legs and look after the state of things. It's definitely gotten eerier around the house, and when he goes upstairs and sees the attic doors nailed open, it gets a shiver out of him, remembering the last time those doors were open. But he wants to give the casino hall a more thorough investigation, once he's discovered with no small amount of relief that there's a laundry room. No more washing his things in the shower!
He spends some time looking around the casino hall, looking over the various machines with a wary but critical eye. Eventually, he finds himself at the bar, and despite the hangover he'd nursed on Saturday, decides a drink couldn't hurt. Mostly, he's sort of excited to have a fully-stocked bar to play around with. He'd always liked learning how to make fancy drinks as a younger man, in the hopes that once his work attained fame, he'd be entertaining some of the most important scientific minds of the day.
For lack of anything better to do, he starts putting out drinks: an Old-Fashioned, a whiskey sour, a dirty martini, a gin gimlet, and a tequila sunrise. He'll take requests, too, should anyone else happen to come snooping around.]
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Still, by afternoon, he comes out reluctantly to stretch his legs and look after the state of things. It's definitely gotten eerier around the house, and when he goes upstairs and sees the attic doors nailed open, it gets a shiver out of him, remembering the last time those doors were open. But he wants to give the casino hall a more thorough investigation, once he's discovered with no small amount of relief that there's a laundry room. No more washing his things in the shower!
He spends some time looking around the casino hall, looking over the various machines with a wary but critical eye. Eventually, he finds himself at the bar, and despite the hangover he'd nursed on Saturday, decides a drink couldn't hurt. Mostly, he's sort of excited to have a fully-stocked bar to play around with. He'd always liked learning how to make fancy drinks as a younger man, in the hopes that once his work attained fame, he'd be entertaining some of the most important scientific minds of the day.
For lack of anything better to do, he starts putting out drinks: an Old-Fashioned, a whiskey sour, a dirty martini, a gin gimlet, and a tequila sunrise. He'll take requests, too, should anyone else happen to come snooping around.]