[ Ah... There isn't much time left. Either someone will be murdered soon, or the knowledge of all their loved ones will be sent to a situation like theirs will make quite a few people die of heartbreak.
An undertaker's job is never truly done, is it?
The continued lack of proper supplies isn't the only thing haunting our usually giddy mortician as he spends time in the garden, picking out flowers and weaving them together. A flower crown isn't the most Orthodox gift, but there won't be enough material for a funeral wreath...
He seems eerily quiet, lost in thought. Maybe that one person in there concerned him more than he thought? Hard to say.
But he does get a wild idea and decide to go asking around for supplies: ]
Excuse me, but do you perchance have access to a sewing kit or a shovel? I may need to borrow those soon.
[ At no point did the Undertaker care about what people thought. He will be needed, he's sure.
Later that night, before the residents of suite 2 should be coming back to bed, the Undertaker holes up in his room and locks the door. He tries to keep quiet, but you might hear him talking indistinctly. Is he talking to someone? Phoning Fontaine, perhaps? There's a giggle and a click, and then the sound of him setting something on a desk. ]
Huh. Taping over it was easier than I thought. I wonder where they make these things...
[ ... Hm. Hopefully no one overheard him doing things. At least he doesn't leave the suite for the rest of the evening. ]
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An undertaker's job is never truly done, is it?
The continued lack of proper supplies isn't the only thing haunting our usually giddy mortician as he spends time in the garden, picking out flowers and weaving them together. A flower crown isn't the most Orthodox gift, but there won't be enough material for a funeral wreath...
He seems eerily quiet, lost in thought. Maybe that one person in there concerned him more than he thought? Hard to say.
But he does get a wild idea and decide to go asking around for supplies: ]
Excuse me, but do you perchance have access to a sewing kit or a shovel? I may need to borrow those soon.
[ At no point did the Undertaker care about what people thought. He will be needed, he's sure.
Later that night, before the residents of suite 2 should be coming back to bed, the Undertaker holes up in his room and locks the door. He tries to keep quiet, but you might hear him talking indistinctly. Is he talking to someone? Phoning Fontaine, perhaps? There's a giggle and a click, and then the sound of him setting something on a desk. ]
Huh. Taping over it was easier than I thought. I wonder where they make these things...
[ ... Hm. Hopefully no one overheard him doing things. At least he doesn't leave the suite for the rest of the evening. ]