#addictedtopoison

[shadowzgather]

Plotted starter for @addicted-to-poison

"Welcome, Angel Dust. Welcome to my humble estate. A marvel of steampunk engineering, crafted by yours truly." The serpent demon stated as he presented the large mobile mansion complete with a sizable garden encased in a dome. The mansion moved via several giant Mechanical insect-like legs and there were steam vents pipes on the roof like little chimneys.

"Now that Valentino has bartered your ownership to me, you will be living here while not at the hotel of the princess." Pentious stated, simply waving Angel to follow him inside. "Your duties will be nothing too demanding while you are here. You will be aiding me in my inventing and assisting my soon to be wife as she requires it. Do keep the Manor from getting damaged as well. I made it mobile for a reason." Sir Pentious stated frankly knowing that Angel could stir up very destructive sorts of trouble. "Any questions before we get into other finer details?" He asked the spider.

[ofradios]

@addicted-to-poison broadcasted: "Guess I'm not getting that knife back."

"Ha, ha, ha!"

Static buzzes and crackles through his laughter, admiring the knife in his hand for a moment before he turns his gaze to the other. His shoulders lift in a bit of a shrug, eyes squinting a little as his grin only seems to stretch a little further.

"How badly do you want it back?"

[heretoboogie]

Starter for @addicted-to-poison

The first time he'd woken up here, he'd been disorientated and upset. It hadn't taken him long to realise that he'd died.. though he couldn't quite remember how it had happened. He tried not to think about it too hard. Maybe some things weren't meant to be remembered.

The afterlife was.. a little scary. Campbell had spent the first day-and-a-half avoiding pretty much anyone he could, though it had left his extrovert social-battery depleted - and his spirits low.

Maybe, even here, there was something like fate, because he could hear music in the distance. Cam wasn't even sure what he was hoping for, but the beat lured him in, and before he knew it, he was inside a bar. He had nothing on him but his clothes, no way to pay for a drink, but dancing was free.. or so he assumed?

[bxrningembers]

"what do you need me to do to make you feel better? " (for stolas from fizz)

"Quite kind of you, Fizzarolli." He sighed softly. His feathers ruffled slightly as the troubled frown refused to leave his face. Many thought the life of a royal was glamorous and care free. Full of fancy parties, fine dining and free of hardships. While some of that was true, they paid a price that was different for it. Their hardships weren't gone, merely different than what others endured.

In his case, He hadn't been allowed to love who he wanted to. Trapped in a marriage to a woman that hated him from the start and he found most unbearable. He tried to make it work for the sake of his family and to make his father proud. He had endured it as long as he could but with his daughter reaching maturity he was no longer obligated. Divorcing his wife he thought he was free and that things would fall into place.

It was not that easy, however. To Blitzy, Blitzo... this was a contract of sex and lust in exchange for the use of his grimoire. He did not expect Fizzarolli to solve his problems, but...

"You and Blitzy used to work at the same circus as children, yes? I remember seeing you both proformer." He started. He had been a young owllette at the time, but he was drawn to Blitzo immediately. How much did he really know about Blitzo beyond the time they had spent together as kids at his father's bidding? It was time he tried to learn more, and Blitzy was not likely to share anything about himself. "If you wouldn't mind it, I would like to know more about you time together growing up. I think if I understood things about Blitzy better, that would help a lot." He said, forcing a bit of a smile for the star proformer.

[bxrningembers]

[ jokes ] sender trying to make receiver laugh (for pentious? From fizz or whoever you feel would work)

Farris chuckled and clapped with applause at the silly gestures from the imp clown. As a living human in Hell, she wasn't bound to the Pride ring like her fallen counterparts. Her being here in general was something of a special circumstance, having accidentally aided demons on earth and being brought back here with them while they decided what to do with her.

She probably should have been held up somewhere... and once was until she slipped out. Now she was wandering free and happened to see the clown's performance. "That was great! I don't see too many clowns back home, not ones that do street shows at least.... usually only kids parties and the rare circus shows." The blond stated with a smile. "Are they popular down here?" She asked.

[ofradios]

@addicted-to-poison broadcasted: Sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet.

It's very rare for Alastor's ever present smile to falter. Especially in surprise. But when blood is suddenly present at his feet and it's been spit out of the mouth of someone who resides in the hotel? Well...sometimes things happen.

It's a quick little flicker before his mouth is stretched back into that wide grin of his.

"My, my," He begins, hands resting against the top of his cane as he taps the bottom of it against the floor. "Seems like you've been quite busy, my friend! But perhaps next time we can spit the blood up outside the hotel, yes?"