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Doctor F. had been hiding out in his office since the accidental video from the king and queen. Anyone who had seen him in his very few forays out for food or supplies would see a man looking intent and focused.

And then finally he emerged, grabbing everyone he could and using them as messengers spread the word. A special assembly in the entry hall. The now... oddly clean entry hall. Not that Sun and whoever might have helped him would have gotten any thanks for it.

Once he had everyone gathered, Doctor F addressed them all, leaning on his cane. "So. Some of you may have heard that the royal flush in Auradon is planning to throw a ball. And they're also going to throw us a bone. A pittance. A scrap so that they can feel good about themselves as they party," he said, bitterly.

His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward even more, speaking like he was on stage, like this was a performance. His natural theatrical nature was in full force now.

"We have, many of us, worked hard to show those in Auradon that we deserve to be moved to Auradon. And all we get is scraps! SCRAPS! Still. Well no more. No more, I say! Misery-called, fellow villains, it is time to show Auradon that we don't need their scraps!"

Lady Tremaine looked smug and vindicated, her chin raising. If anyone was expecting interest from Gothel, however, they would be disappointed. Unless what they expecting her to have interest in was posting selfies on the newly repaired network.

"So what we're going to do is we're going to show them we don't need their pity party! We'll throw our own ball!" he proclaimed dramatically.

Tremaine looked disappointed and disgusted, shaking her head.

"We have all we need here. We have art skills, creativity. We have some of you who have shown skills at preparing food, as well as catching it from the ocean. We are Islanders! We've never needed handouts before!" he projected. "So when they come with their pity offerings, we'll be ready! I want everyone working to prepare. And I need someone to be our scout, watching the shore for any sign they are coming so that as soon as they hit the beach we can all be in the tombs in costume, looking like we've been partying for a while already. Showing them we don't need handouts! We're the ISLE! We're where the strength in this world has always been! So let's start showing it!"

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Doctor Facilier was available to coordinate with anyone who was willing to step up, and to browbeat those who were less interested. He seems really fired up over this, and willing to speak to anyone who approaches him.

Lady Tremaine moved to speak in whispers to Gothel after the presentation. Then looking more smug and satisfied, she too was willing to speak to anyone who wished to address her.

Gothel, of course, had left to find better lighting.

Locked to Foulques, Chell, and Sun. Aka, Chara's "safe" people

"A party with costumes?" Chara asked, hushed but excited. They ran from safe person to safe person, all but bouncing.

For Folques it was: "We can go, right? We can go? We'll be in costumes so no one will know who we are! It'll be great!"

Someone might not yet have thought about the fact that humans could be in costumes too....

For Chell it was: "Are we gonna help with the food? Can we make scary looking candies?!"

And for Sun: "We can help make costumes, right? We can make masks out of paper and stuff? And there are those scary looking flowers! I bet we could do lots with those!"

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Excited about the party the small child was not as good at hiding as they usually were. Most people didn't generally see Chara, given Chara's fear of anyone who looked too human. You know... like they did themselves. But small excited child was small excited child. So if someone wanted to actually speak to Chara for the first time, this could be their chance...

Foulques didn't care much for parties. Or costumes. Or... anything the so-called Headmaster had proposed, really. He could think of a dozen more productive and potentially more enjoyable uses of his time.

But Chara clearly very much wanted to be involved. He resisted the urge to sigh. "I suppose we could make masks, at least," he said. It looked like he was in this after all.

"YES!" Chara said, happily. "And Sun can help! Oh and we can make you a long cape of thorns and flower petals! And make us both proper horns!"

"No capes," he said. Especially since the only petals large enough for such would be those of the highly poisonous Witchblood. "But masks with horns could likely be done."

"But Mr, Dad guy wears capes! So I know you'll look good in one cause you're big and strong like he is!" Chara said, enthusiastically.

"The mere fact that we're both strong doesn't mean we would have similar taste in clothing," he said. "Capes may well suit a king, but I find them needlessly bulky and cumbersome."

"But... You'd look all kingly! And it is a costume party! You can dress like a king!"

"I prefer dressing like a lancer," he said dryly. "I will wear a mask, however, and your costume can be made a bit more elaborate, if you wish. Just not using the large flower in the courtyard; tis poisonous, harmful not just if it is consumed, but to the touch as well. That's why I put stones around it, lest someone stumble into it by accident."

"The flower... is poison....?" They repeated slowly, thinking about that.

Because they were a kid, they were less subtle than they might have been as their eyes shifted to the remaining human villains, thinking.

Foulques gave them a withering look. "Don't even think about it, Chara," he said. "Aside from the fact that what I know you are considering is absolutely out of the question, perhaps you missed that it is poisonous even to the touch. Moreover tis best to leave it be for other reasons as well. It likely marks the place where someone died, and thus acts as a memorial of sorts; it wouldn't do to deface it, especially for nefarious purposes. And also, unless I'm greatly mistaken, it is acting as a companion plant to our vegetable patch by keeping it free of pests."

They scowled. "I'd wear gloves..." they muttered.

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