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

[captainobnoxious]

[Ohhh, she knows.]

I'm pretty sure I'm the most best-equipped to handle that guy. He considers me an annoyance, but it's not like our talks are any shorter.

[Sigrun, you probably shouldn't be so proud to be on good talking terms with your kidnapper.]

[cherryblooded]

One of the many reasons you're the leader of us annoyances.

[Does the Kingmaker like anybody?]

[captainobnoxious]

[Well.

... Also she just got a most unsatisfactory answer, apparently, judging from her slight scowl.]

Yeah, I am. What kind of advice is 'pick what speaks to you'? I know exactly the one I'm voting for then.

[It's the dickbutt.]

[cherryblooded]

Please tell me it's the dick.

[He knows who drew that, but he's not going to share.]

[captainobnoxious]

It's absolutely the dick.

[Huff.]

He said it could be cheating somehow if he helped me decide! It's not cheating, right? I just don't really care about art, and then he gives me that horse shit.

[cherryblooded]

...I can see his point. He does have insider information about his appearance, so his vote would have more weight than ours.

[Siding with the KM over Sigrun for once.]

[captainobnoxious]

[.....]

Oh, is that what he meant.

[Excuse her.]

[cherryblooded]

Probably. Sorry, captain.

[captainobnoxious]

It's okay. I'm apologizing to him for trying to get him to cheat.

[tap tap tap]

[cherryblooded]

Considerate of you.

[He's not sure he could apologize to him for any reason.]

[captainobnoxious]

[...]

I guess so. It's all part of being a leader.

[Her opinions are sticking with her, mate.]

[cherryblooded]

...By the way...

[He looks awkward bringing this up, but it probably should be said.]

Heard about some things that were brought up at the meeting, before I got there.

[captainobnoxious]

[... She knows exactly what this is about.]

Your son was very smug about it.

[cherryblooded]

Don't doubt he was.

[Because it's Mettaton.]

I'm not judging, because as long as you're not hurting anybody - or, well, not hurting anyone without their consent, I suppose - it's fine. But a meeting where people can't just change the topic if they're uncomfortable isn't the place for it.

[captainobnoxious]

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

Got it.

[And she does. Wow. This was awkward.]

[cherryblooded]

Great. Let's never talk about this again.