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I'm trying to catch up but the energy in this block of flats is extremely CHAOTIC.

Can I get a recap of the shenanigans I missed, please and thanks?

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Hmm. I think the key points were:

Father Peck would make a hot priest man.

Don’t eat the prosciutto in the fridge, it’d probably taste like pickles anyhow

The small cleaning denizens are in fact represented it’s fine

there’s a non zero chance it’s going to be a meatsquerade, and we have to dress sexy.

Don't forget that there used to not be a floor with those little creepy land lobsters, but now there is one.

Also there's no butler.

Oh right, the roomie-free newbies get to sleep under the stalactites.

And are we confirmed for no butler, or do we think he's a last-minute addition, to pop out of the shadows when we need him most.

If there's an emergency butler, they are not doing their job. I have had several butlergencies since moving in and they have never materialized.

Who is that hot ghost then?

Sadly I'm pretty sure he's the plumber. I've never seen him organize a dinner party.

I can’t decide if I should be worried about or comforted by the fact that this building has a dedicated plumber.

Well, there's definitely evidence of a loo catastrophe in Flavourtown, but I think it might predate our residence.

Molly, I need you to promise me something.

Whatever you need babe.

If I die on the loo, you have to move my body.

Maybe we have to prove we're worthy of butling. Perhaps if we start laying out fancy china in Flavourtown.

Hm, yes, good flatware will probably lure one.

[...]

Oh! Maybe we can install an old fashioned landline in one of the common areas and call it until someone answers. Butlers answer phones, right?

Yes, but so do secretaries, so we'll have to shoo them all out, first.

Oh, right? We've got to be careful. I don't want to wind up with my calendar filled up with meetings with chickens.

This all makes sense.

Why do we have to dress sexy?

It was on the invitation, dress code.
Which seems a bit presumptuous of our mystery host, but a free party...

Aren’t you worried about going to a party on an equinox without knowing who is hosting?

I know I told Freddie I want to be murdered but I meant by like ... a stalker, not some kinky fae.

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Always a risk, but life's risk. And I'd rather be kidnapped by a kinky fae than be the only one not, you know?

Plus, power in numbers, we can take 'em.

Oh. [...] Okay, true. If you get kidnapped, I want to be kidnapped.

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