#outofradios

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❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

the feline eyes were sore and the bugs were showing, he was up all night gambling away what he had left in his pocket and he was tired and mad that his luck was once again the worst. " fuck off alastor i dont need your teasing today. " he grumbled, head planting on the bar table

[voxiiferousarchived]

@outofradios | discussed starter

Somewhat unsurprisingly, Valentino and Velvette are sulking after the power failure. He’s handled the worst of the due apologies, owed for the inconvenience, and excused himself from the rest of his normal meetings. Any that couldn't be rescheduled could put up with Hellaina, or send him a stroppy email for a 15% off coupon.

He's curled up on his couch, his head leaning against the armrest with his head tilted towards the ceiling, and twisting between his fingers, his wedding band. He'd stopped wearing it years ago, but so had Alastor. If anyone bothered to look, they'd never guess there had ever been more between them than friendship. There was bound to be a record around somewhere, unless something had happened to it in an extermination.

He pauses in his spinning, holding the ring up to his line of sight, he twists it, letting it catch the ambient light. Had Alastor gotten rid of his or just stopped wearing it? Was this the last vestige of their marriage?

He's brought from his reverie when his door chime sounds. "Come in," he calls, and his dear PA walks in, waving an ornate envelope. "What's this?"

The eel demon shrugs, passing it to him. "Royal summons-- it was just delivered."

Vox blinks, accepting the missive and scanning it quickly. The Princess of Hell requested his presence at the Hazbin Hotel... well that's unexpected. He pulls himself to his feet, tucking the ring into his pocket, and adjusts his sleeves. "Well then, I suppose I should go see what the fuss is about." He says, and his PA nods.

Usually, he'd get a lift, travelling via the electrical current left him feeling rough, at best, and typically a bit disoriented, but he was already feeling a bit rough and disoriented, and time seemed to be of the essence.

He pulls himself though the wires, out the tower and across the city to reform outside the Hotel. He pats his pocket, ring still there, phone, and tired as he is, he pulls his grin together and knocks on the door, he's speaking before it's properly open. "Hello, I do believe I'm expected? At least the letter my PA delivered leads me to think as much."

[cannibalxroses]

"When the cannibal overlords walk upon the dance floor, crowds part as they trail red in their wake."

Cred

@radioiaci @outofradios @statiicstag

[novinare]

@outofradios || rosie & alastor

In the wake of every extermination-- even ones where the people of Cannibal Town had fought back, and apparently won-- there was grief, and loss. Things had changed, and people had been lost, and there was always a sense of aching absence in the tight-knit community.

Over the years, they'd found their own way to mourn. The annual Extermination Feast was certainly an unorthodox way of celebrating the lives and livers of the dearly departed-- but what did people expect from a town of cannibals?

Food was plentiful, toasts were made, there was dancing and music; and the doors to the Cannibal Town hall were open to anyone that wanted to join them.

"Susan was in a great mood for someone who's just eaten their fourth... Fifth? Fifth! Husband." Rosie was pink cheeked with laugher as she and Alastor made their way back to her house. The party would probably go until dawn, but it had been a long time since she'd been out to the small hours of the morning!

Closing the door behind them, Rosie toed off her heels, and sighed with relief, hanging her hat on the hat rack with a cheery flourish. Alastor was one of the only people in Hell that got to see Rosie unpolished. In silk stockinged feet, and her hair escaping the pins that had been hidden under her hat.

"You should stay the night, it's too late for you to go back to that hotel now. The guest room's already made up, and you know how comfortable it is!"

(clothing reference!)

[voxxisms]

@outofradios is being picked up for the blood ball

VOX DID not think he understood exactly why they were going together, now of all times. decades ago, he would not have batted an eye at being asked to join alastor for a ball or party of a sort, it was the type of thing they used to do, certainly. exactly their sort of scene.

but things were different now, a little, weren't they?

regardless, vox had made a promise to attend with his now - rival, unable to resist the offer, so here he was, in a vehicle very much like what he once drove while alive. he had fancier cars, as well as people to drive them, but he much preferred to do that himself, especially in this situation. but he pulled up to the place he knew he would find his ... date?

oh, boy. surely that wasn't necessarily true. he could hope, but, all things considered ... it would make sense. it probably wasn't exactly what alastor felt or had planned. he didn't know what it was.

but he exited the vehicle once he spotted the man, adorned in black && red. moving to the passenger door to open it for him, as he would have any other time, with anyone else. he could be a gentleman.

his head was missing, which may have been a slight surprise to the other. a mist of magical essence taking up space where it should have been, brilliant turquoise orbs settled into the expanse of mist to act as his eyes.

❝ the drive isn't very long, but walking around like this is not the most advisable for me. ❞

referring to said lack of head, of course.

[statiicstag]

@outofradios

Alastor thinks that stalking may be a strong word for what he's been doing to this mystery man—he'll call it following very close behind and out of sight—but can he really be blamed for his own curiosity?

Aside from their state of dress, this stranger looks a great deal like . . . himself. Be it some trick of the eye or someone traipsing around in his image, he isn't sure. He's certain he'll find out.

Finally they arrive in a part of town that is not so busy, and he emerges from shadow, boldly stepping in front of what looks so close to being a mirror image.

❝ What an interesting find! ❞ His staff is picked up and accusingly jabbed into the other's chest. ❝ If you please, I'd prefer the explanation here and now and quickly before my patience runs thin! ❞

[xluciifer]

⸺ ❝ Frankly, if ya ask me, I just think it's plain tasteless. Who in their right mind would drink coffee when perfectly good tea exists? I'll never fathom the appeal. ❞

@outofradios

[lilitophidian]

Alastor or Lucifer

Accepting ; Send two names and my muse will say which they’d rather kiss.

What's this? The queen has been silent for quite some time. Perhaps it was overly long.

And finally, after a very lengthy pause.

" My husband of course. "