"We're quite sorry about that, Tar," Lady Death said, looking down upon the girl sitting on the floor. "Perhaps you could help us speed things up."

"Well, if you want to speed things up, Monopoly is certainly not the way to go, loves." She said, standing up and taking a spot on the chair she had been sitting in before her brilliant decision to take a nap. "But please, by all means, carry on."

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"Okay, I'll take the ship, then," Taur told the Horseman, reaching into the box for her piece. "So..." she started, looking for a conversation starter as she sorted the money. "... how is everyone doing?"

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Well, I certainly didn't vote for Monopoly, being asleep at the time," Lady Death said, tossing down the dice. "I'm up for anything. What've you got in mind?"

Saffron's ghost had slipped back into...er, awareness much later than she had thought. Also, she had somehow floated into the mansion. She lingered near the door as a matter of great importance haunted her mind. It had been haunting her all night. And as most educated persons would agree, when a ghost feels haunted, the situation must indeed be...well, haunting.

Could she still sing? Should she still sing? {The Hallowfest has made me alliterations-crazy.}

Saffron opened her, uh, illusion of a mouth, and began to sing the only song that could come to her mind at the moment. She was pleasantly surprised to hear that she still had her clear soprano singing voice, but like her speaking voice, it seemed especially haunting, haunted, and altogether eerie.

"We're Knights of the Round Table
We dance whenever we're able!
We do routines and chorus scense with footwork impeccable!
We dine well here in Camelot,
We eat ham and jam and spam alot!"

Pleased to find her singing voice in working order (however creepy it sounded), Saffron decided to see if she could find the other guests. She floated over to where some people were playing Monopoly. "Good day, night, or whatever it is, everyone. Tar, did you know that you were on the floor? Monopoly, hmm? Que divertido."

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I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

"Ohman, did I just hear a Monty Python song! Freaking yes. Do you know Brave Sir Robin?! You should sing it, do it!" Tar said, sounding like a crazed fangirl for sure. "And I honestly have no ideas about how we should spend our time. I would suggest Trivial Pursuit but..." Tar paused, "I would win."

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Lady Death laughed at Tar's excitement and then found herself laughing even harder at Tar's suggestion of Trivial Pursuit. "You'd have to sweep all of us off the floor after that game, dear."

"We can look for my cat. That would be a pursuit, but not very trivial.

...

or something."

Saffron sighed. Winter's disappearance had been very disturbing to her. But, as a ghost, her mind was jumping all over the place, and in a minute she was singing the song Tar had requested. And because this song just happened to be in a minor key, it sounded even more haunting on Saffron's ghostly voice.

"Bravely bold Sir Robin
Rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin..."

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I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

"Yeah, and I'm awful at housework. So I guess Trivial Pursuit is out. But please, carry on with your game that promotes capitalism in it's truest form." Tar said, picking her nails, and then broke into song with Saffron unexpectedly.

"He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken,
to have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
and his limbs all hacked and mangled brave Sir Robin..."

"I just realized how very fitting this song is for the Hallowfest," Tar noted absent-mindedly.

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Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-

Saffron giggled. "Fitting indeed! Now, everybody sing along--and if you don't know the words, sing gibberish!

His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed..."

Saffron stopped short and cleared her throat. (Which, being non-existent, did not really need to be cleared.)

"Let's change the subject. How are doing, PD?"

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I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Nurr smirked as she heard "Brave Sir Robin" sung by a ghost. The irony was just too much. "Oh man, a ghost singing about someone running away from dying?" Immediately she grew sober. "I'm sorry Saffron, I didn't mean to make light of your...situation. Aw, I like Trivial Pursuit. But I'm horrible at pop references." Turning, Nurr saw PD listening in. "Hey! When did you get here? Sorry, I haven't seen you yet!"


[[What room are we in..?]]

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Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-

[I believe we're in the Dining Room. ]

Lady Death listened quietly to Saffron's song, but felt as though she really couldn't appreciate it since she didn't know too much about Monty Python. Of course, she didn't say that aloud for fear of being strangled by Tur who seemed to be rather excited about such things.

Saffron sighed at Nurr's words. "Well, I guess I just have to accept it and move on. Live with it, you know.

...

Or something."

The ghostly figure turned her attention back to PD. "Ah, well, I guess I'm glad for the nonexistent murder victim who wasn't murdered."

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I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

"Well, according to Kit the next death is going to be me, so hey! I will have enough time to teach you everything I know about pop culture! And you thought you escaped purgatory." Tar said, biting into a random apple that she pulled out of her pocket.

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