pageant of the bizarre

[goodforsomething]

[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!]

Comments

[isafraid]

[...It's gotten across, at least with one certain person here.]

I quite like this interpretation of the bloke! [He says with a laugh.]

[cherryblooded]

Glad you do. Couldn't decide if freckles or warts would be less flattering, so you can imagine I had both on there.

[The beauty of black and white.]

[isafraid]

....Oh, you're right. [He sees it now!! It's that little attention to detail that he's really starting to regret not putting into this own work.

Or maybe the goal was to make deliberately terrible art. In which case they all win.]

Well if it actually sports any likeness to the bloke then I wouldn't be too surprised.

[cherryblooded]

Yours is excellent too. Appropriately creepy.

[He doesn't think the Kingmaker is a shadow monster, but you really never know.]

[isafraid]

[He tugs his hat down, looking grateful while seeming a tad embarrassed about it.]

Granted mine's just a group of squiggles and lines. I don't believe being an artist is a future the world has in mind for me.

[cherryblooded]

It's minimalist. I like it.

[That's one way of phrasing it, anyway.]

[isafraid]

It's a mess of lines and squiggles. [That's coming from the mouth of the artist himself. Not that it stops him from letting out a laugh.]

Glad to hear you like it anyway. Is the party much to your liking?

[cherryblooded]

It's nice. Usually is, spending time with everyone here.

[Especially if it's not immediately after someone died.]

[isafraid]

[Yeah....]

I'd rather have spent more time with certain folks. Can't so much now, of course. I guess that's the way it's always been.

[Company is in short supply and getting shorter.]

These little parties are still nice.

[cherryblooded]

Life's full of regrets. Always is.

[Nothing to do about it now.]

[isafraid]

Then it's about time we spent a bit more of it with the others that aren't, isn't it?

[He laughs, even if it's a little saddened.]

About just what we all need if some more companionship I think!

[cherryblooded]

I'll drink to that.

[He lifts his glass in a mock toast - he's having water. He doesn't want to be even tipsy on a Thursday night.

Can't be too careful.]

[isafraid]

[He's joining you in that toast, Cherryblod. Water and all. You hardly wanted to get drunk on Thursdays around here.]

I'll say this... I never would have expected in my life that I'd meet a group quite like you all.

[cherryblooded]

We have a good bunch.

[Murderers and all.]

There's few people I'd rather be trapped in a vault with.

[isafraid]

Quite a few still that deserve to live through this. [He takes a sip.]

Here's to a long life then.

[... and dead friends.]

I would have liked to hear a bit more about these worlds of yours.

[cherryblooded]

You can ask me anything you want about mine.

[isafraid]

How about some more about your family then? You've spoke off an on about them.

[cherryblooded]

There's never a moment where I don't want to talk about them. Doloz or Lobco?

[isafraid]

Lobco. Why not.

[She's the one he's heard about the least.]

[cherryblooded]

My daughter, the sweetest girl I know. She's the familiar to a Witch, so she's often traveling alongside her to other places. Hobby is photography, loves her family more than anything. Absolutely adorable.

[isafraid]

Must be, seeing as she was raised by a good father like yourself. [He's known some terrible dads.]

Ah... a witch though? That really safe for her?

[cherryblooded]

Well, it's not the safest of professions, but it's what she wants to do with her life. Who am I to stop her?