#the stupor salesman

[mywillt0live]

im not a good writer but I have a lot of brainrots about sagau and imposter sagau

so here’s a little uh.. dramatic brain rot idea of mine

N O W L O A D I N G . . .

I’ve always found it unrealistic how quick-to-assume the acolytes are

ex. the first person they see that looks like you is the definitely the “creator” (stupid to assume)

or

anybody who looks like them is definitely an imposter (like what?? it should be blessing-)

so instead, when the imposter first arrived, the acolytes were in doubt but still hopeful

using celestia’s power, the imposter proved themselves in other ways than gold blood and gained a following

although a very good imitation, something was just the slightest bit off. those small mistakes started to build up, and the acolytes couldn’t help but feel something was wrong.. yet they’re loyalty remained

you, the creator, pull up to the crib and nobody really believes you. kinda just thinking man they look a lot like the creator.. that’s crazy 😧

you go around and see the imposter all acting like you, spreading their influence to gain total power

so instead of going around like a door to door salesman and convince the acolytes that you’re the real creator, you decide to get to the root of problem: the imposter

however taking the throne by force would be stupid, I mean it’s not impossible to kill the imposter, but combined with the acolytes and millions of followers- yeah no thanks.

you could easily do it by showing your blood, but you wanna see who is truly loyal to you

and let’s be honest

where’s the fun in that?

you’re definitely not a sadist

so you infiltrate the palace spy style and at the big throne doors you blast them open all cool n stuff

the acolytes immediately detain you and you kneel before the imposter

“My liege, excuse my impudence, but you seem rather uncomfortable..”

the imposter flinches as you smirk at them

“D-Dispose of them at once! I wish to see their face no longer..”

“Hah.. you really like to humor me. Don’t you? Celestia.”

you’re met with astonished glares thinking how arrogant you are, well not until..

in a display of divine power, you break free of the acolytes grasp with ease

you grin wildly as everyone looks at you in a stupor with one collective thought:

“What if..”

you smirk.

this’ll be fun.

some of the archons yell for you to wait but you take a dramatic bow and disappear in a blink.

the whole room is enveloped in soft murmurs and speculative chaos as the imposter bites their lip in anger- no, rage.

the situation is thrown into turmoil and for weeks the acolytes watch as the imposter starts to become more paranoid, aggressive, and more off.

their paranoia leads to a new order, and the witch-hunt begins. anyone caught worshiping you or helping you are executed on the spot.

dried blood lines the cobblestone streets of mondstat. in liyue, rather than good food and hearty laughter wafting through the air, all that remains is the vague stench of dead bodies. inazuma’s streets are quiet and cold, as soldiers loom over the area.

the situation with the acolytes aren’t much better. some slipped away early to find you, others of utmost loyalty to the imposter are furious because of your little “act”

but even they can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong

most acolytes become doubtful and eventually turn neutral, unknowing what side is the true creator.

the battle has begun as you and the imposter fight for their trust, love, and power.

lets see who gets their head chopped off first.

(i guess this could be a prologue to imposter sagau?)

[inkperch]

Bored, have my backstory headcanons for the Vees when they were alive:

Val:

-He was a nobody.

-Literally a nobody.

-If the internet had been around when he was alive, he'd be one of those guys who spend all their time on reddit and 4chan posting Incel vs Chad memes and not realising it's a self report-

-Instead he just. Seethed. At how nobody wanted him. Fantasised constantly at doing Canon Val Things but was too cowardly to do so when his victims could fight back.

-died from a random illness in his late thirties, his coworkers missed him for a few weeks but quietly whispered between themselves that yeah it's sad to see a guy die so young but there was always something off about him... (as bored gossips do)

-worked some dead end job, I don't know enough about the time frame he lives in to get me specific

Vox:

-used car salesman before it was cool

-wanted to be on tv

-spent most nights drinking himself into a stupor rambling about how he was gonna make it big one day, he knows it!

-scam artist on the side, good at fast talking you out of realising it but the quality of the scams was. Less than good. Even getting a customer completely and utterly on the hook he'd barely get a 20 out of them-

-auditioned for a lot of roles, got none of them, put the blame in all the wrong places instead of actually working to hone his genuine natural talent for the screen

-saw TV as an easy road to fame and money (regrets it in hell, regrets it so much in hell-)

-eventually tried to scam someone it was really, really stupid to scam. Got the cinderblocks and a river treatment

Vel:

-timid, shy, dorky art student

-if you got her talking she'd tell you for hours about the fashion sketches in her sketchbook

-if you really let her cook you'd hear the full history of the last century of fashion trends

-got bullied. A lot

-took out her frustrations by being an absolute nightmare online

--like. Canon Vel behaviour is the happy medium of the shit she was saying on anon and what she'd dare say in person-

-probably doxxed at least one person over fandom beef she wasn't even involved in

-got hit by a speeding car, driver was never caught

-isn't actually all that happy about being an influencer, but hey, it's hell, people clap when she tells someone to die in a hole-

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - November 20th

1943 - Daffy – The Commando - Dir. Friz Freleng

1948 - The Stupor Salesman - Dir. Arhtur Davis

1965 - Go Go Amigo - Dir. Robert McKimson

1980 - Daffy Duck’s Thanks-for-Giving Special

(“The Scarlet Pumpernickel” / “Robin Hood Daffy” . “Drip-Along Daffy” / “His Bitter Half” / “Duck Dodgers and the Return of the 24½th Century”)

1981 - Friz Freleng’s Looney Looney Looney Bugs Bunny Movie

1987 - The Duxorcist

TV

1990 - Tiny Toon Adventures Season 1: “Looniversity Daze” (“The Learning Principal” / “Eating Between the Lines” / “What’s Up, Nurse?”)

1993 - Taz-Mania - “Doubting Dingo” / “Sub Commander Taz”

1999 - The Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries Season 5: “Blackboard Jumble” / “What’s the Frequency, Kitty?”

2002 - Baby Looney Tunes Season 1: “Loose Change” / “Act Your Age”.

2012 - The Looney Tunes Show Season 2: “The Stud, the Nerd, the Average Joe, and the Saint”

2020 - Animanaics (2020) - Season 1 (Episodes 1-13).

[acmeoop]

A Double-Breasted Bullet-Proof Vest! Guaranteed To Get Your Money Back If It Fails To Work! “The Stupor Salesman” (1948)

[free-for-all-fics]

Squid Game prompts and thoughts. Yeah, I know this fandom may be dead, but these are old and have been sitting in my notes app for a long time so I figure I might as well share them here anyway. Maybe it’ll be revived at some point with season 2, who knows. If anyone is inspired by or uses these, pls tag me. I’d love to read it 💜

1. Since In-ho gave Jun-ho a kidney, what if you, In-ho’s spouse, have an unspecified life threatening disease but couldn’t afford treatment. You’re the motive for In-Ho becoming a dirty cop who takes bribes and later entering the games. After winning and becoming the Frontman, he secretly transfers you to his private quarters on the island while you’re cared for; mostly bedridden, closely monitored, hooked up to tubes and wires with all the medication you need, etc. Maybe you’re put in a medical coma or are otherwise in and out of consciousness/disoriented and lethargic. He spends years using his resources and power as Frontman to cure you. Even if he keeps you sedated to take that edge off reality and make things sort of a blur for you. So you’re in an almost constant stupor where you think you’re dreaming even when you’re awake, etc. He’d try to keep you in the dark about the games and what he does, but what if you know more than you let on? What if Jun-ho inadvertently found you while snooping in the Frontman’s private quarters during his investigation into the disappearances of both you and his brother? (Ep. 5 & 7)?

2. “Isn’t the idea supposed to be ‘you saved my life, now I owe you a debt’?”

“Nope. You saved my life, now I’m your problem.” With either Salesman or Frontman.

3. It’s been a few weeks since your (relative, friend, neighbor, you choose.) went missing. You hear a knock on the door. As you open it, you realize that the man in front of you is not a typical solicitor or salesman. Before you can say anything, he says, “They said you’ll pay the debt.”

4. He’s one of the best recruiters for the games. A mastermind of persuasion and manipulation. He could sell rocks to jewelers, woo any man or woman, and even get away with murder. Until he meets you, his match: The most obstinate, unyielding, stubborn person whom he’s ever encountered. Your personal records tell him you’re not in the best of situations, and yet you’re not falling for any of his tricks or games. There’s nothing you seem to want or need that he can offer you. You keep turning him down, declining everything he claims he can give you, totally uninterested and not falling for any of it. But that just makes you all the more intriguing to him. As frustrating as you are, you’re a challenge. And neither of you are ones to give up easily. Maybe he won’t recruit you to play in the games after all. Maybe your resolve to resist temptation shows him you have potential for something even greater.

5. You’re one of the most aggressive salespeople alive; you steal money from your “customers” but leave an item they want, of equivalent value, behind. You’re threatening the Salesman’s “business” by taking away his “customers”. He has to decide what to do about this. Would he try to get you out of the way? Or Perhaps you could be a useful “business” partner?

6. The world’s most arrogant salesman meets the world’s most ignorant customer.

7. In-ho and Salesman, or In-ho and Jun-ho prompt: After years of struggling to pay off your college tuitions, all your debts are taken care of. Relief grows into suspicion when you come home. An unfamiliar black vehicle is parked nearby. Two men in expensive suits stand up when you enter. How did they get inside? “You’re not an easy person to track down. You know that, right?”

8. You’re behind on payments. A salesman recruits you to do a “housekeeping” job to clear your debt, handing you a card. His “colleague” (The Frontman) will act as your benefactor if you accept. It isn’t until you’re kidnapped and wake up on an island that you find out your task is to act as a forensic cleaner. You’re expected to wash away, disinfect and sanitize every game’s messes, removing all traces of murder and death after bodies are disposed. Not a drop of blood in sight. No human matter or fingerprints left to be found. You haven’t officially met the Frontman, but from what guards have said, you don’t want to know what would happen if he found out you missed a spot. The pink guards and surviving players leave you alone to do your job at the end of each game. But something is wrong. It feels like someone is still there, watching you at all times. What’s also weird is you’re assigned a room close to the Frontman’s quarters and kept separate from the other guards. He doesn’t trust the other guards to leave you be. Basically, you’re the only masked guard who’s a woman during the games. In-ho and/or the Salesman is interested in you and purposely sought you out. What happens?

9. You’re deep in student debt with no hope to pay it off in your lifetime, so you do the logical thing: Fake your death and move to South Korea to live an inconspicuous life under a new identity. The bank can’t really do anything since you’re “dead”. All your paper/online trails have been expertly wiped. So you thought. Some years later, door-to-door salesmen in your area start asking to be let inside. You know that’s not how salesmen do things. Something’s up. This prompts you to move around the country, never staying still too long. Seoul, Busan, etc. you’re on the move the second you feel they’re onto you. Until a man in a gray suit enters your train compartment and slides the door shut behind him. He sits next to you despite there being empty seats. His polite demeanor becomes unnerving. Small talk becomes invasive. He asks rhetorical questions - already knowing everything about you. He’s backing you into a corner. He opens his briefcase to display damning evidence detailing your “past life”, a sly smile on his face. Well, shit. Can’t run or hide on a moving train. And it’s a non-stop trip that will take a few hours. What do you do now?

10. Being In-ho and Jun-ho’s younger sister would include, before and after In-ho’s entered the games? Or maybe a fic where you’re their younger sister and unknowingly in a relationship with the Salesman (as in, you don’t know what exactly he does for work and are in the dark about your eldest brother’s involvement with the games. Your other brother doesn’t tell you much, if anything, about his investigations into In-ho’s disappearance, claiming the less you know the safer you’ll be. To you, your eldest brother is still missing after so many years and Jun-ho is still trying to find him. You haven’t heard from either of them in so long. Recently, Jun-ho has stopped responding to your messages. Now you’re getting worried. You may have to go out there and find your brothers yourself, to hell with the risks.)

[almondmilkcleanser]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐇. 004 / 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞

■ ` ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⥋ sesshomaru x f!namedOC

□ ` ♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; n/a ⥋ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 

■ ` ♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⥋ 1.2k+

Chiho, still in a daze or more so a stupor, became a dead weight to the maidens as she was carried away and instead was handed off by the guards.

"Oy!" one soldier grunted. "This wench is a heavy one. Even heavier than a sack of rice!" he snorted, hoisting Chiho up bridal style. 

"Yeah." the other accompanying solder agreed. "But she'll be treated less than a bride once the prince is done with her." as the accompanying soldier leaned closer to Chiho, he cupped her chin playfully and shook it left and right. "Hear me, lass? The prince isn't so princely as you might expect him to be. From the rumors around this castle, he's actually a demon. And a mean one at that. So you better do what he says."

"Or it's to the whore-house with you!"

"Or back to the chamber with me." the soldier saw the trance leave Chiho's eyes and soon she flailed about in a struggle. "Let me go!" vivid memories came back to her that day. That dreadful day. And for all the days of her fate to be decided, it had to be the anniversary of when she was sold to this castle.

"Hold her tight! We don't need the Lord coming down on us because his goods were damaged."

"No!" Chiho screamed, but the hallways vacant echoes only made her feel all the more lonely in her terror.

"No!"

- - - -

"My Lord!" Jaken, gripping his staff for dear life, leaned over huffing and puffing as Sesshomaru. "As graceful as Lord Sesshomaru can be," he huffed "some of us lowly demons just don't have it in them to keep up, my Lord!" 

Sesshomaru, his vision peeked on the distant castle with gates standing high and its castle even kissing the heavens, squinted down at Jaken before clearing his throat--causing Jaken to yelp in incoherent fear. "This must be the Castle that rumor has it, intertwines with the heavens itself." he tried to turn his head up to the clouds where it seemed one large structure barely was visible and then back down at the main structure. He could see the citizens bustling about and even some guards standing outside bored out of their minds no doubt. 

Some were even sleeping under the large willow trees alongside the bank.

"Hmph." Sesshomaru grunted under his breath, but Jaken was all ears.

Already looking down atop the hill, he shielded the sun with his eyes as he squinted down at the specks of soldiers littered about. "And to think, that this 'prince' runs a castle this way. Just look at those buffling soldiers, leaving the castle so vulnerable! I can only wonder why such a second-rate demon would summon the mighty Sessh-" as Jaken went on one of his many unneeded appraisals of Sesshomaru, he was already descending down the hill towards the castle gates, unabashed by the numerous guards patrolling and, equally so, napping. 

One guard, who was chipping away at a piece of wood to turn into a weapon, saw Sesshomaru from a distance, instantly nudging his ally awake. "Take a look over there, aye. Seems to be some odd fellow carrying a woman's fur."

The other guard snorted then spat into the dirt, rubbing the crust out of his eyes. "Just another merchant trying to make his way into the castle, I reckon. Just-" he yawned "shoo him on his merry way and let me finish my damn nap. The  Lord has us stationed out here to watch for some demon, not a fur-coat salesman."

The other guard side-eyed his ally, saying nothing but continuing to carve out his wooden weapon, his eyes never leaving Sesshomaru's steps. "Something just feels off." his eyes narrowed at his blades. 

"Whats off is yer head! Now shut it up so I can sleep before the lunch bell!"

"You're a useless bastard, ye are."

"And you the son of a whore but you don't hear me proclaiming it to the monks." the sleeping soldier tilted his helmet back down, mumbling incoherent curses.

- - - 

"Oof! No! Wait!" before Chiho could preach her requests of freedom, the guards already bolt-locked her inside of the vast chamber and stood guard. "Now, lass, if ye decide to make this harder for yourself then it'll only be worse for us and even worse for the prince to punish us. Now if you want to stay quiet and be a good little whore-"

The same guard pierced the tatami with his blade, only centimeters away from Chiho.

"We won't have to use this." he growled "Now," the blade slowly retracted away from the hole, a wide-eyed Chiho struck with fear. The guards looming grey eyes filled the whole as he peered inside the room "Make yourself useful and run a bath. Make sure to be in our sight. Safety precautions, lass." the eye of the lewd soldier angled upwards in a perverse joy. Chiho, quivering in fear, only obliged by disappearing from sight, her footsteps silent as the night air. 

"Hm?" the guard planted his hands on the door and tried to move around to find her but was soon met with a splash of soapy water. The guard howled in agony as the essential oils crept inside of his eye-socket, causing temporary blindness. "You bitch!" in a growl, he wildly unhinged the door and swung the door open, his shoulders rising and falling and eyes dancing across the room to find the hiding Chiho.

"Come out you little bitch. I promise I'll be nice on you before the prince comes. He won't even notice I've sampled his prize a few good times."

Chiho, shaking behind a room divider, found the air grow thick and heavy. Unable to breathe. 

There was a stillness in the air, and Chiho thought it to be safe. 

"Found you." 

The guard pushed the divider out of the way, his long face gleaming with a narcissistic pride.

"I'm going to enjoy this." he reached out to grab Chiho by the air but was soon jolted to the other side of the room by an invisible force.

"What the hell?!"

The guard was bound by gravity, his body unable to leave the wall. In only a few moments, his body began to contort in opposite directions, leaving a piercing shrill of a scream to fill the room.

In the midst of his wails, the prince walked from what seemed to be from the shadows, his auburn eyes glowering in disgust at the guard.

"Now, Ji-Yeong." his arm cracked in two places. "I've stated to merely be a guard to the girl and nothing more." his legs bent backward, sending his foot to dislocate in three more places. "Don't you think it is a bit aloof to be such a brute?" his complacent face sulked out of pity at the weary guard. Chiho backed away from the sight, her stomach turning in knots. 

"Let it be a lesson to heed my orders, and heed them with- great- importance." the force lifted itself, causing the guard to fall face down to the floor in agony. A yellowish puddle filled around him as he lay there whimpering softly.

"Feh. Get him out of here." without even taking a second glance, the prince smirked down at Chiho. Placing a hand on her lower back, he gently nudged her forward to walk with him "no need to worry, just follow me."

Chiho, her mind a mist and her limbs heavy, began to walk, but her eyes never left the tortured stare of the guard's as another guard lifted him up to carry him out of the room.

[fairyspheres]

black cat crossing your path [1/?]

summary: when a black cat crosses your path, it means good luck is soon to follow. or, a witch stages an intervention, a retired demon learns healthier coping habits, and the new supreme archangel just wants to stop the end of the world, again, with the help of his beloved.

Three months into his self-imposed isolation at his newly returned flat, the curtains drawn across the window in such a way that only his plants are bathed in grace-like sunlight, Crowley is awoken from his most recent fortnight long nap by a sharp rapping at his door. For a long moment, his mind floats, submerged somewhere between confusion and consternation and terrible, terrible hope. Hope is truly the most awful of things, Crowley had decided long ago, sometime after the last great bout of the Plague, after the bright flames that engulfed so much of London. Hope is for people who haven’t seen the universe at its absolute worst.

It’s with a lot of grumbling and muttered cursing that Crowley manages to extricate himself from his tangled duvet, stumbling his way out of the permanently dark bedroom on silent, socked feet. (He’s not sure where, exactly, he last left his boots. He can vaguely recall leaving them in the kitchen in a drunken stupor, but anything after that is hazy at best.) The sharp raps continue, sending shocks of thunder through his oversensitive ears, and by the time Crowley reaches the door, he’s just about ready to turn the unlucky door-to-door salesman or Jehovah’s Witness into a new pillar of salt.

When he swings the door open with a barely controlled hiss, he’s not greeted by the sight of an ill-fitting cheap suit, nor another Jehovah’s Witness here to pester him about his afterlife. Not even a familiar beige overcoat, though Crowley hadn’t been holding out much hope for that, either.

[continue reading on ao3]

[sketchyboix3]

The Stupor Salesman! I drew this while referencing the model sheet made by Jim Soper for Looney Tunes Cartoons!

[radiantmorningstar]

Marius' Chronicle 3

3 November 24, 11:05 PM

After feeding on the journalist, who fit the “preferred prey” type for a Baital like Marius, he was able to go three days without blood [his Presence is 3]. Maybe it’s more accurate to say he was “high” on blood for three days. Fully intending to do some research in the art museum, he nevertheless went back to his studio apartment above the bicycle shop in an ecstatic stupor.

The next night, the discovery of the journalist’s bloodless body was all over the internet. Her name was Jill Parlier, a well-known op-ed columnist for the Honolulu Tribune and a number of weekly magazines. She made frequent appearances on various nationally syndicated political talk shows and podcasts and was, unfortunately, a bit famous.

Floating in his blood haze, Marius read the conspiracy theories about her death on social media, each side blaming the other for her murder, the HPD holding a press conference. “We know who you are!” said a bewildered-looking, bald, goateed detective, clearly trying to appear menacing but seeming more like an overworked, depressed, car salesman.

You have no idea who I am, thought Marius. He hadn’t stuck around to go through Jill Parlier’s personal effects. He hadn’t even known her name until seeing her Tribune columnist’s profile picture online beside footage of the police cordoning off the newspaper building. Not knowing his victim’s names is better, easier. And the point, he reminded himself, is survival. It always is.

Marius has been a Baital, to the Camarilla, a caitiff, a member of a “caste” not a “clan,” for 51 hard years—not long in the life of his kind, but still a point of pride, given all the individuals, groups, and things that have tried to kill him since he was turned.Camarilla vampires consider Baitals trash, undesirables at best, at worst vermin to be exterminated, and they yet still try to impose their idiotic masquerade on the caste-bound.

The sheer hypocrisy of this has never been lost on Marius, since several of the so-called “High Clans” are verifiably younger and of much later generation than the Baitals. Even the Adze, the Ghul, and the Lilitu are older than some Camarilla clans, and certainly the ancient Vyrolakos, the Gaki, and yet more obscure castes whose names are known only by a select few.

Unfortunately, the death of this journalist will doubtless draw out the local Camarilla sheriff, the hunters, and whoever the Gaki decide to send from their legion, to say nothing of that sad police detective, who may yet prove to be more than what he seems. It’s trouble Marius doesn’t need. So he has stayed home all week, sleeping and pacing, checking the newsfeeds, and wondering how a simple act of feeding could have suddenly landed him in such a mess. But that’s the night life, isn’t it? The curse? The mandate of Cain, that, like him, his progeny should wander the earth, restless and outcast for all eternity?

This week, Marius has definitely been feeling self-cursed, angry for not being more careful, more deliberate, for letting the hunger make him sloppy. After the journalist’s blood dissipated in his system, he needed to feed again, but he didn’t want to risk going out. So he subsisted on the blood bags he bought a few weeks ago from a crooked hospital orderly who knows what he is.

Now they’re all used up. Tomorrow night, like it or not, he’s going to have to hunt. But what will be hunting him on the dark streets of downtown Honolulu and will he survive?

[ducktracy]

I feel like you would love Wander Over Yonder.

I WOULD AND I DO!!!!! I’VE SEEN WOEFULLY LITTLE OF IT and really, really, really want to commit to it. both times i’ve tried to watch it i’ve loved it immensely. i really need to commit myselffffff!! but in what very very little i’ve seen i’ve adored it. i love the energy i love the cartooning I LOVE WANDER!!!!!!!!!! i feel like since i’ve gotten into LT, where every character is some sort of absolute freak and has their own unique set of issues, i haven’t been Advertising my sheer adoration of obnoxiously happy little guys (to the chagrin of everyone around them). characters like SpongeBob, Lazlo, Chowder, Stimpy…. it’s definitely my favorite character archetype and Wander more than fits the criteria which is why i need to watch!!!! i’ve had multiple people say it’s an Eliza Show and i very much stand by that having only seen like 2 episodes

also, the prophecy is fortold because i drew this exact pose with Lazlo and Lumpus once upon a millenium. which i can’t look for right now because i’m on mobile. but mark my woids.

[whitepolaris]

Stone's Public House

by Scott A. Johnson

When people think of hauntings in Massachusetts, Salem usually comes to mind. However, there are other places whose histories are just as bleak and dark-not just in towns but also in buildings. And one of those buildings is Stone's Public House, a bar in Ashland.

The original proprietor, John Stone, was a giant of a man. The rough-hewn farmer had quite a reputation, not only as a captain of the militia but also a savvy businessman. He realized that land was the key to a man's success, and bought up much of the town of Unionville, which would become Ashland.

His instincts paid off. In the 1830s, Stone discovered that a railroad was to be built right through the center of town, which was in fact his land. Sensing money to be made, the shrewd businessman built an inn right alongside the tracks.

The Railway House, as it was called, was an instant success, opening to a large and merry crowd on September 20, 1834. Anyone who traveled the railway began to stay at the hotel, playing card games and enjoying the finest foods Stone could provide. Stone's enterprise was so successful, in fact, that he remained in charge for only two years, after which he continued to live on the property and leased the place to a long string of innkeepers. John Stone died in 1858, a wealthy man.

It was during the tenure of a later innkeeper that a tragedy of the worst kind occurred. Ten-year-old Mary J. Smith was playing near the tracks alongside the inn when the train rolled into town. Shocked patrons who witnessed the horror of her body being struck by the train quickly rushed to help her and take her inside. Though a doctor was called, he arrived too late. On June 11, 1862, the little girl died of her injuries.

Nearly thirty years later, another death occurred at the inn, though this one was less dramatic. A local fellow named Burt Phillips loved the Railway House and its relaxed atmosphere so much that he spent many evenings drinking himself into a stupor in the bar downstairs. Local lore says that he often refused to leave. His wish to stay on was fulfilled in 1890, when he died at his favorite inn.

A Complement of Ghosts

Over the next few decades, the inn's reputation changed. The railway House was no longer a haven for the weary traveler, but rather a place for railway workers to spend their paychecks on all sorts of excesses. The building's façade began to reflect the business dealings inside, falling into disrepair. It seemed for a while that Stone's Inn would be allowed to deteriorate beyond repair.

In 1976, Leonard "Cappy" Fournier recognized the historical importance of the old inn and bought it; he would then spend the next several years restoring it to its former glory. It was when renovations began that Fournier started to notice strange happenings. Despite the expert craftsmanship that had gone into the new doors, they would unlatch and swing open. Lights began to turn themselves on and off even though new wiring had just been installed.

Fournier didn't discuss the strange phenomena at first, thinking he might have just imagined them. But three years after buying what he had renamed Stone's Public House, he felt he had to tell others what was happening.

He also began to dig deeper into the inn's early days. Fournier learned that the upstairs function room had a long history of negative feelings, and with a bit of research he discovered that the room had been the scene of a card game between a New York salesman named Mike McPherson and John Stone. McPherson, it seems was the big winner of the evening, which led Stone to believe he'd cheated. Stone ordered several servants up to McPherson's room, telling them to club him over the head, take his money, and drag the body out back.

It was unclear whether the gambler's death was in fact intentional, but he died nonetheless. Still, it isn't McPherson who roams the halls but Stone himself, along with a maid named Sadie, Sam Thompson the cook, and a bartender named Will. According to psychics who have investigated the building, the four are bound in remorse for their heinous act and continue to walk the hallways, waiting for absolution that will never come.

Stone has been blamed not only for crashing dishes and plates but also for roughly grabbing unsuspecting people by the back of the neck and dragging them toward the door. A portrait of Stone hangs on one of the pub's walls, and some patrons swear they can feel the eyes in the painting staring at them.

Then there are those other unfortunate souls who met their end in the building. Mary Smith, the girl killed by the train, has been seen over the years staring out the kitchen window toward the train tacks. Some question the veracity of the story, thinking it to be no more than a colorful legend. Such doubts are usually quelled by a trip up the stairs to the attic, where lies a bloodstained dress of the correct size for a ten-year-old girl.

The other patron who refuses to leave is Burt Phillips, whom the employees characterize as a fun-loving prankster. He's often blamed for water faucets that won't turn off or that turn themselves on. Also, he's notorious for tapping unsuspecting patrons on the shoulder. When they turn, they find no one there.

Resident ghosts notwithstanding, Stone's Public house is a thriving business with excellent food and a welcoming staff. The four-story structure has been extensively renovated and preserved, giving patrons the feeling that they've stepped back in time. Still, even the assistant manager has been quoted as saying he wouldn't be caught dead staying alone in the house at night.

John Stone and most of the other ghosts appear frequently, though diners aren't likely to notice them during the dinner rush. Little Mary, it seems, most often makes her presence known in the month of June, around the date when the train took her life.

[fatedwithmbc]

Round Three of Ibrance starts tonight. The first two cycles weren’t terrible. I started with some mucositis at the end of the last cycle. I’m hoping it doesn’t continue into cycle three.

My iPad is definitely broken, which is annoying because I usually type my posts via my iPad and external keyboard. I have a Genius Bar appointment tomorrow and I’m thanking the lord that I got AppleCare on this item. I usually forgo it because I treat my items well. That was no different with my iPad, but something clearly is up and I’m like right at the one year mark. Also not in a position to pay too much for repairs. So, thank you salesman who talked me into it when I bought my iPad initially.

Today wasn’t overly busy. I did go to HomeGoods though. I needed a bigger basket for my meds to reside in. I also purchased a waffle textured blanket (allows for stimming behaviors and easily falling asleep), a table runner to use for my dresser and a Halloween bunting. I’m early on Halloween, but that’s ok. I stopped at O+F farm stand to pick up corn for dinner. My final stop was Starbucks and then I went home and napped. I get tired after doing too much activity. Thankfully, Mom-Mom didn’t feel like working on our piece of the garden so I was able to take a significant nap (which I needed).

After napping, I woke up in a sort of stupor, but worked my way out of it in order to grill chicken for dinner. Dinner was relaxing which isn’t always the case. Afterward, I went to Danny and Betsy’s to help Danny print some pictures from his Ireland trip. It was nice to see them and we’ll be going to dinner tomorrow. We’re going to Founding Farmers which is a favorite of mine. Hopefully, they like it as well.

I also have to give the brackets and hardware to Dan to get the right hardware for hanging my mug racks as I have 6 racks and many mugs that need a home. I’m thankful that he’ll be helping me hang these and ensure they won’t fall off; which I am sure would happen if I did it on my own.

Another chore for tomorrow is to pick up some medication samples from my psychiatrist but I might save that adventure for Tuesday. I just am not anticipating all of the driving for tomorrow. Driving just isn’t something that I love doing that much anymore. I really used to love driving- windows down, music up, warm weather… it was great during my commute. Maybe that’s what the change is, I don’t have a commute anymore. I just have short moments to appointments and errands. Maybe it’s just a phase.

And it’ll leave it at that… Thanks for your support and your reading!!

[dailylooneys]

The Stupor Salesman

(1948, Arthur Davis)

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - November 20th

1943 - Daffy – The Commando - Dir. Friz Freleng

1948 - The Stupor Salesman - Dir. Arthur Davis

1965 - Go Go Amigo - Dir. Robert McKimson

1980 - Daffy Duck's Thanks-for-Giving Special ("The Scarlet Pumpernickel" / "Robin Hood Daffy" / "Drip-Along Daffy" / "His Bitter Half" / "Duck Dodgers and the Return of the 24½th Century")

1981 - Friz Freleng's Looney Looney Looney Bugs Bunny Movie

1987 - The Duxorcist

TV

1990 - Tiny Toon Adventures Season 1: "Looniversity Daze" ("The Learning Principal" / "Eating Between the Lines" / "What's Up, Nurse?")

1993 - Taz-Mania - "Doubting Dingo" / "Sub Commander Taz"

1999 - The Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries Season 5: "Blackboard Jumble" / "What's the Frequency, Kitty?"

2002 - Baby Looney Tunes Season 1: "Loose Change" / "Act Your Age".

2012 - The Looney Tunes Show Season 2: "The Stud, the Nerd, the Average Joe, and the Saint"

2020 - Animanaics (2020) - Season 1 (Episodes 1-13).

[acmeoop]

Duck Blockade “The Stupor Salesman” (1948)