Welcome to the 69th Muppet Family Reunion! (Plus Extended Family)

[themuppeteers]

[You received the invitation for the Muppet Family Reunion about a week ago. These reunions have become a routine thing for you and the extended Muppet Family. Whether it be by plane, car, cave tunnel, or magic, you made your way to Emily Bear's house and settled in for the night. Emily Bear was nowhere in sight to greet you, but, surely that's nothing to be worried about.

However, upon waking up, you'll find that a fierce blizzard has descended upon the house overnight--several feet of snow have piled up on the front porch, and, from the looks of it, the snow won't let up anytime soon. Not to mention the fact that Emily is still not here.

Something feels wrong, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

You may notice a small note pinned to the wall where you slept, which reads:]

COME TO LIVING ROOM AT NOON FOR IMPORTANT FAMILY MEETING :)
[Whatever this meeting is about, you have some time to explore the house and chat with the other people gathered here.]

(ooc: Welcome to the Muppet Murder Hour mock trial week! The host NPC will show up around 5 pm est. Until then, feel free to explore the house and interact with everyone else!)

Comments

[asksforsolittle]

Well, I did.

[he does still love her, after all. even if she broke his heart. he crosses his arms, unwilling to fold so easily]

But now, I think, you must apologize first.

[its_not_fair]

[Her mouth falls open] Apologize? For what? Being skeptical that you really want to help me?

[asksforsolittle]

For calling me helpless.

[for starters]

[its_not_fair]

[She sighs, deflating a little bit. Yeah... that's fair. If things are as bad as they seem, it wouldn't do to make more of an enemy of Jareth. She looks down]

Okay... I'm... sorry for calling you helpless.

[asksforsolittle]

Thank you. [he sweeps her a gracious bow and rises, taking her hand to press a kiss to the back of it] Shall we search the place together, perhaps find our esteemed hostess?

[its_not_fair]

[... weirdo. She fights the urge to pull her hand away from him, reminding herself that she might need his help]

Yeah. Hopefully Emily knows what's going on. Where should we start?

[asksforsolittle]

I don't know about you, but I find most things tend to start at the beginning. Let's try her bedroom. Perhaps she's still asleep.

[he gestures toward the stairs. after all, thinking as a child stolen by fairies and goblins, himself, one of the first things you do to someone you don't want causing a ruckus is put them to sleep. and if whoever stole his powers can use them, that would be, as his current companion is so fond of saying, a piece of cake]

[its_not_fair]

[She nods] That's a good idea. Do you know which room is hers?

[She starts towards the stairs. Normally, she'd be concerned about him being behind her, but she can't be paranoid if they're meant to be working together]

[asksforsolittle]

[my my, so mistrusting. and if he were in front of you, you'd be afraid of someone attacking you from behind, wouldn't you? tch tch. he shakes his head]

Normally, I'd just be able to tell - the way I knew which room of your house was Toby's. Once we reach the second floor, I may still be able to.

[its_not_fair]

[YOU'RE A KIDNAPPER, JARETH! Not to mention the whole thing at the Goblin City. Yeah, sure, she has a FEW reasons not to trust you.]

I hope so... it would save us from having to knock on everyone's doors.

[asksforsolittle]

[ONLY BECAUSE YOU ASKED HIM TO BE! What a selective memory! It only seems to work when you want it to. That's the sort of thing that's going to put you in danger, Sarah. You're going to be glad he's around later this week.]

That's the general idea.

[as they reach the top of the stairs, however, he frowns. his boots come down lightly on the carpeted runner, and he holds up a hand, tilting his head as though listening]

I can sense someone else ... that strange blue author fellow who woke me up this morning ... and maybe someone else in the attic above. But not Emily. And she wasn't on the first floor, either.

[its_not_fair]

[How about the time you drugged her and stuck her in a bubble? Who has a selective memory, now?

She makes a face]

Ugh, strange is right. He kept talking about narrators and stories and wasn't making any sense at all. [She pauses] Can you tell who's in the attic?

[asksforsolittle]

[look, it's all your fault for not actually falling madly in love with him. he granted your wish. that was supposed to make you happy. he just wanted to make you happy. that's why he gave you the dress from your little toy. all those lovely things from your imagination. he's still very, very, very confused as to how and why that went wrong, but he's not thinking about that right now. he's thinking about the attic, where as of this moment, Ditz the little toy clown is still fast asleep.]

There may be. If they are, they're very small. Possibly a mouse.

[its_not_fair]

Definitely not Emily, then.

[She sighs] So we're nowhere closer to figuring out what's going on here. What do we do, now?

[Yes, Jareth, she's actually asking your advice about something.]

[asksforsolittle]

Well, we could check the rest of the downstairs. And anyplace else there might be. There's still time until noon. Everything moves so slowly here.

[its_not_fair]

[She nods.] alright.

[a pause] At least we don't have to wait 13 hours.

[asksforsolittle]

.... You really don't like to let things go, do you?

[its_not_fair]

Neither do you. [She smirks]