[Brett doesn't have the greatest track record when it comes to properly attending one of these things, but it seems like he takes his hosting duties today seriously. He's in the bar for most of the evening, sitting near the refreshments table. There's a bowl of soup in front of him, but he only seems to be half-heartedly eating it; mostly, he's watching the food.
If anyone seems to be looking at it, hesitating, he speaks up:]
I made the soup and Joy made the eggs. I've been here the whole time.
[There is, after all, still a poisoner on the loose.
Other than that, he doesn't seem inclined to start up many conversations. Blake Bortles is here; he feeds him some fish. He looks a little distant, honestly.
Once everybody seems to be packing it in, Brett will finally leave. He stops by the department store, where he picks up some...rope? He also ducks into the art store briefly. You can find him after this, late in the night, standing on the patio and just...liberally pouring paint on the ground around himself. You know, as you do.
The ultimate goal here is to tie himself to one of these tables - he actually does a pretty good knot, he learned some shit from the kids - and also potentially have the paint to leave some kind of tracks if he or anyone else walks through it when midnight hits. He was going to try some of this with Dandy, but Dandy's gone now, so...fuck it, let's just see if anything happens.]
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If anyone seems to be looking at it, hesitating, he speaks up:]
I made the soup and Joy made the eggs. I've been here the whole time.
[There is, after all, still a poisoner on the loose.
Other than that, he doesn't seem inclined to start up many conversations. Blake Bortles is here; he feeds him some fish. He looks a little distant, honestly.
Once everybody seems to be packing it in, Brett will finally leave. He stops by the department store, where he picks up some...rope? He also ducks into the art store briefly. You can find him after this, late in the night, standing on the patio and just...liberally pouring paint on the ground around himself. You know, as you do.
The ultimate goal here is to tie himself to one of these tables - he actually does a pretty good knot, he learned some shit from the kids - and also potentially have the paint to leave some kind of tracks if he or anyone else walks through it when midnight hits. He was going to try some of this with Dandy, but Dandy's gone now, so...fuck it, let's just see if anything happens.]