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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!"
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!"
