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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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More or less. It's been all rather pleasant.

That's good. I enjoy our parties like these, to be honest.

[Even with their timing, it's still nice seeing everyone.]

It's always nice to be able to get everyone together.

[It helps to keep them all reminded of each other, that they're not alone.]

Too easy to seclude yourself, otherwise.

[Even in a small place like this.]

We've all seen what comes out from that.

[Being secluded, not reaching out... yeah.]

Mm. Can't afford to have it happen.

[Even though... it probably will.]

[They'll just... have to keep trying.]

We'll do whatever we can on our own ends.

...Please take care of yourself.

I will.

[Well, as much as he's ever been able to do, anyway.]

You do the same for yourself too.

I'll try.

[Who knows if he'll manage or not.]

[We will see... hopefully...]

That's all we can ask from each other.

Think I'll manage alright.

[Just as long as it's not Yosuke or Mettaton's titles on the announcement tomorrow, he'll do okay.]

[Let's certainly hope its not somebody they're close to...]

I'm sure you will.

[That would suck.]

In the meantime, it's a nice party.

It's quite enjoyable.

[Especially the Kingmaker portrait contest. Bruce really enjoyed that. (Not that he's going to say that aloud.)]

You'll have to tell me later which portrait is your favorite.

I suppose I could do that.

[Don't expect him to be pointing out that one.]

[He doesn't!]

If we tape it over the Kingmaker's profile, do you think he'll tear it down?

I suppose that depends on how petty he wants to be.

So signs point to 'yes'.

[He can be petty.]

It'd be something to think about, at any rate.

[The Kingmaker, being petty... that's certainly something, alright.]

We'll have to see when it goes up.

I suppose we will.

[If Bruce was somebody who was inclined for it, he might have started a betting pool.]

[Too bad. That'd be fun.]

In the meantime, I think I might get another plate of food.

Don't let me stop you.

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