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[Throughout the late afternoon and early evening, Stan seems to have put a surprising amount of effort into setting up the dining hall. It's not usually something he would do without any kind of potential gain, but hell - there's not a whole lot else to do here. And really, if he hangs up some of the ribbons from the sewing room, well, it's not like anybody was using them. He knows how to decorate for parties.

There is a conspicuous lack of glitter in any of the decorations, though. Too soon.

The only dish currently set out is a pan of cinnamon noodle kugel. It's a potluck, bring your own shit! He has bothered to make some punch, at least, as well as bringing down some booze from the bar. Maybe alcohol on Murder Night isn't the best idea, but he'll keep an eye out for anyone who decides to indulge. He'd have to anyway. Apparently passing out in the dining hall will end in explosions.

Speaking of rude and arbitrary rules: off to the side, there's a table labeled KINGMAKERS. There's only one piece of paper there now, a well-done drawing of what looks like a young, ostentatiously emo Mitt Romney. It's obviously Stan's, since he got here first, but he hasn't bothered to sign it; apparently you can submit anonymously or not, however you feel like. As long as we're all participating in the public mockery!]

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The living are much more fun to be around. The dead are just... sad.

[That's how she's always seen them, anyway. They're sad. Nothing to be scared of, nothing to hate, just... sad, something to pity if you don't know them and celebrate if you do.]

I'm sure their ghost parties are awesome though, when they're not haunting old buildings.

Oh, I don't doubt that they are. A ghost DJs for one of my favorite radio stations, I bet she'd throw great parties.

[DJ Met. Whose parties would probably be very bloody.]

[damn she cute]

... Like how bombshell does music and stuff?

Mostly she just plays other people's music and interviews people. But similar.

I see.

[...]

Radios don't get much use like that back home. What kind of music is it?

Rock and roll.

[His taste in music is surprisingly varied!]

[..........]

Sounds... nice. What's it like?

Let's see, rock and roll... It's heavy on the guitars and the drums, and it has a lot of energy to it. People sing about a lot of different things, but the important part is that they do it passionately. You'd like it, I'm sure.

[Oooooooooh.]

I think I would too! Anything that's done with all of one's heart can't be a bad thing! Well, unless it's murder, but you know. Anything but that.

Right. Besides murder.

[He was trying not to talk about that...]

[... She knows, she knows. Time to lower voices.]

Don't look like that shrimpy. Even if it happens again tonight -- and we've been having a good track record of yes, it will -- then it's not like anyone's going to stop it. Or can. They'll be blamed or "taken care of" the way Lynne was. There's no point in ignoring it or hoping it won't happen.

[As nice as it'd be.]

This is when the paranoia really starts to set in and people wonder about their closest friends. [Or so it's looking.] But like you said: it's their choice if they go through with it. All we can do is make light of it a little and steel ourselves for the worst.

...You're right, as usual. Nothing to do but prepare for another body and another trial, and keep ourselves safe.

[It sucks. But he understands the idea of joking around about it.]

Never suspect the people close to you. But don't blame them, either. That's the key to this.

[And how she's been holding up so far, with the exception of that trial they don't talk about. That one is all blame.]

[Let's never speak of that trial again.]

I know. I won't be seeing you in that pit anytime soon, I'm sure.

Nope! I'm not dying to anyone or anything, not until I decide it's time myself. And that'll be waaaay way way into the future once I'm too old to do anything but regale the world about my accomplishments. I can't stand the thought of not being able to move, you know?

[Mobility is her favorite thing about life. She learned this with Aqua.]

[Did you really have to put on a straightjacket though.]

Good, good. I'd say you have to outlive me, but that might be a tall order when I have a few hundred years left in me.

[She wanted to know how it felt!! It's a jacket so it should be good but it's not.]

Oh, do you now? I hope you're looking forward to taking care of my descendants then. Whenever I decide on that.

[... She and Mettaton can't have kids but hey no one ever said this relationship had to end up in physical marriage. They promised their souls to each other...]

[Please tell him that. Please.]

So you two are adopting?

[...]

I didn't even think of that, actually. I just figured that he'd understand that I have to continue my line, we'd break up and still really really like each other, and I'd get married to someone to crack one or two out. Getting married to him didn't even really cross my mind until recently, I guess, but who's really counting.

...That's kind of sad, actually. I know people do get married for things other than really really liking each other, but I'd never do it myself.

[Of course he wouldn't. He has Doloz and they're as sickeningly in love after two hundred years as they were as newlyweds.]

... I mean. I guess I wouldn't mind it. And adopting's pretty nice, since there's usually kids without parents because of troll attacks and all.

[Marrying... Mettaton...........]

I don't think any of my family would be surprised either? Since they always said the only one good enough for me would be a giant, and I mean, they're right, so. A robot might not be too far out of reach after their first thoughts of "what the hell is that".

[...]

But that's in the future. Can't think of things like that right now, and I'm happy enough like this! I already told him that my soul is his when I die anyway, so there's that guarantee of still being special to him. And alive somehow. Probably.

[What.]

--wait, hold on, that last part. Could you elaborate on that?

[He's wide-eyed, and every other part of the discussion like adopting kids and whether robots are weird has gone to the wayside in a hurry.]

[...................]

We... talked about souls a little bit? During our fancy dinner date pigtails did.

[... that'd been fun...]

I can touch his no problem, and he can draw mine out with his magic for a fight and stuff, but if he touches it the way I do his I'd probably die. Apparently, when monsters take human souls they become super ultra powerful, and it's really awesome, so he said that maybe when I die he'd take my soul and I'm really down for that because one, I'll probably still be alive in someway, and two, with my soul, he'd be the most powerful robot in like, the whole entire world!

[So it benefits them both.]

It's, uh. It's why I was... making those hearts in particular. Kind of as a stand in for now. Since I very much like living and he likes me living too.

[it's as close as proposing marriage as ever, apparently]

...So basically you're already engaged, but to get married when you die.

[That. That makes a slot of sense.]

[.......]

We're not-- That's, uh. Really? That's what you get from it?

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