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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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[Gabriel can't cook very well, but he still manages to bring a risotto dish to the potluck. It's probably a little on the overcooked side, but it's edible, so that's the important thing.

As for the portrait, he can't draw worth a crap, but that's the entire point of this, isn't it? He sets aside an unsigned portrait in with the rest of the pile before he starts to mingle about, asking people what they've brought and spending a bit too much time looking at the talisman around his neck.]

Geez, that thing looks expensive.

[It's not exactly a compliment, but he's not wrong...?]

It does, don't it?

I honestly have no idea how much it cost to make; it's a family heirloom.

Looks like the kinda thing that should be in a cursed temple!

A little, don't it?

[.....]

That's where we found it, actually, after stealing it back from a witch who stole it.

Really? You sure it's safe to have around? Last time I stole something from a witch, she stole my hands.

Yeah, it's safe. She's dead.

[....]

But that sounds like a hell of a story.

Eh, turns out she was called the hand witch for a reason! We had to go up to her cave to get 'em back!

...she actually had a lot of them up there. Crawlin' around like spiders!

[.....jesus christ]

How long had she been doing this exactly?

I dunno. How long do witches live?

Dunno.

The witch I ran into was a few centuries old, but she got by possessin' bodies of her descendants.

I'm pretty sure this one just did hands. But she looked that old.

Maybe she was kept alive by piss and vinegar.

Could've been. Or she just sucks the blood outta the hands she steals!

[He gives a little laugh.]

Gross! Can you imagine? A vampire that only drinks blood outta hands.

Hand blood's real fine, you know? A delicacy!

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

...I guess the feet would be a little classless to a vampire.

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...Now that's an interesting bit of jewelry.

[Yes, Speedwagon, that's an excellent way to introduce yourself out of the blue.]

Pardon me for noticing you with it.

Oh.

[It's true, he doesn't usually call attention to it, not since he got it back.]

No worries.

[In Speedwagon's opinion, it's something that should call a bit of attention...?]

So that's something out of the vending machine, then? Hardly think it would be found anywhere else.

Yeah, that's right.

Bruce found it in the machine and gave it back to me at that swap meet we had not too long ago.

Well... quite the piece! Looks plenty valuable.

Looks pretty valuable, but really... you can't put a price on it. Family heirloom and all.

Ah! Well then that's different then! You can hardly sell something that's been with ya for that long.

[He peers at it.]

Odd design, I must admit.

It is kinda strange, isn't it? But I like it.

I wish I knew what all the symbols meant, though. It's kinda mysterious.