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

[cherryblooded]

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

[That. That makes a slot of sense.]

[captainobnoxious]

[.......]

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

[cherryblooded]

Religiously speaking, that's what a marriage is in my world - the union of two souls. Obviously there are other parts to it legally and practically that don't apply if one of you is dead, but the religious part is usually the most important to people.

'To love you with all my heart, to share with you all my soul' - straight from my wedding vows.

...So yes. That is what I'm getting from it. By my own standards, you're engaged.

[captainobnoxious]

Oh.

[... Wow. Well. Huh. How to feel about that.]

I'm... glad I got your blessing? [yes.] We usually just say we'll honor each other and stuff like that. I guess the union of souls or whatever is a nice touch though.

[...]

I don't think he knows. Are you gonna tell him? Because I'm okay with him probably not knowing, if that'd make things weird.

[cherryblooded]

It can be our secret. If you'd rather he not know.

[That's really weird too, but probably not as weird as it would be for Mettaton.]

Well. Congratulations.

[captainobnoxious]

[She cannot imagine what Mettaton might think.

... Actually she kind of wouldn't put it past him to just say he has objectively the best fiancée then. Maybe it'd be weird in a nice way?]

I don't know if I'd rather him not knowing or not. Or if it'd even matter. Maybe I'm the only one that's weird about it.

... But thanks. I guess. I didn't expect to get engaged to anyone this earlier in life.

[cherryblooded]

[He might. He just might.]

Life's full of surprises that way.

...It's just by my own world's standards anyway. Doesn't have to matter to you if you'd rather not think of it like that.

[captainobnoxious]

[...]

I'll give it a few days thought and see how I feel about it. Because I don't think I mind it? I don't know if I'll tell him or not though, because I already surprised him with the dating thing before.

... Maybe when we get to Dalsnes I'll mention it. That'll be plenty of time, probably.

[cherryblooded]

Sounds like a plan to me.

[...Subject change.]

So, who has your vote for our gracious Kingmaker's face?

[captainobnoxious]

I'm between the dick and the sheep so far. But the shadowy people are kind of fun too, I'm pretty sure they're what braidy saw before I got chewed on by a grossling. A tiny troll.

[note: none of the actual people.]

[cherryblooded]

The dick has a certain simplicity to it. Might vote for that one myself.

[captainobnoxious]

Provided my honey doesn't enter one, I definitely will. I'm just wondering if it'll stay up there or not.

[Not that it would stop anyone from making another to put up in its place.]

[cherryblooded]

We're all adults here, more or less. I bet it'll stay.

[captainobnoxious]

Oh, I know none of us will take it. I'm talking about the man of the hour himself.

[...]

I might ask him what's his favorite tonight and see if he's got any of them he wants to vote for too.

[cherryblooded]

You should absolutely do that. He should at least get one vote, if not final say.

[captainobnoxious]

... I'd feel weird like, talking talking to him here, but I don't get the texting thing. But I did want to try it.

[... This time, Sigrun's actually got her phone where it should be in the first place in a bag at her side, staring at it with a tilt of her head before tapping out a message rather slowly. Very obviously not used to it.]

[cherryblooded]

Usually text him so I have a record of the conversation, and so that I don't have to deal with actually hearing him.

[She's not doing half bad for a first time texter, though.]

[captainobnoxious]

[That's because she's watched Mettaton do it. Sigrun is absolutely the kind of person who sees/hears something and can pick up on it... after a little bit. Tap tap tap tap.]

He says he doesn't mind it either way, but does like people calling a little more. I kind of get it too. It's kind of nice hearing someone.

[... tap tap tap]

[cherryblooded]

Huh, I see.

[Even more reason to keep texting him.]

Has he even seen the pictures?

[captainobnoxious]

I'll tell you when I finish my reply.

[...................... okay. okay she's done.

and she gets a reply rather quickly, as expected from these youngins]

He said he didn't want to vote, but to enjoy our party. I'm going to tell him the ones I'd vote for.

[This time she's taking five minutes.]

[cherryblooded]

[Those kids who can text in two seconds.]

I'd tell him my vote too, but I'm still mad at him from our last conversation.

[captainobnoxious]

[Like, for real. How do kids do it? Calling would have been so much easier.]

What'd he say to piss you off?

[cherryblooded]

We were discussing why he was giving me all these coins - it's past two hundred now - and I brought up the idea that he might be into shrimp. When he wouldn't confirm or deny, I reminded him that I was a married man, to which he said - exact words - "Not anymore, you're not."

It's not surprising that he'd say that, exactly, but. It's still enough that I don't want to talk to him for a while.

[captainobnoxious]

[Oh.

Yikes.]

Our conversations are usually pretty pleasant, though sometimes I'll touch on a soft spot he doesn't want to talk about. But there's not a lot he can say to me that'd piss me off anyway I guess. What a dick.

[cherryblooded]

That's why you're better-equipped to deal with him than I am.

[Because he doesn't often get mad, but when he does...]