#the-perfect-scientist

[letsstaytuned]

(Closed starter for @the-perfect-scientist)

"You seem to be a new face around here," Alastor stated, looking the demon in front of him over. He'd seen him a couple times but had yet to be introduced.

"I am Alastor, the hotel's host," he said, taking the opportunity now.

[hells-greatestdad]

"Can you tie this for me?" Lobo asked.

"Sure! Sounds easy enough."

[cervidae-demon]

"How many sinners actually drink in this hotel?" (From Carlos to Husker)

"sinners? 6. If we count me with it" he shrugged. "we're not that busy yet."

[theironavenger]

"It's for charity!"

"That doesn't excuse this ridiculous outfit. I look like Bozo the Clown."

[timid-plumber-archive]

🧋

He takes the shake. Takes a tentative sip. Then takes another, bigger sip.

"Huh. Kinda tastes like berries. I was hoping for something way more horrific."

"This has nothin' on the stuff I craft in the kitchen."

[nothereforpuffskeins]

A Helping Hand (Closed)

It was supposed to have been a simple study. Newt had managed to track down a Snallygaster, and had been investigating her for a few days... until the poachers had arrived. They had tried to attack it while it was sleeping, but Newt had noticed them before they could get to it, blocking their spells. From there, things had escalated, and... 

Now, Newt was making his way back to town. He had managed to patch himself up as best he could, but there was only so much he could do. He was dirty, his clothes and skin having a layer of grime from everything that had happened, and while he had managed to disappear the blood stains, it was clear that he was in rough shape. 

As he walked, it was impossible to miss the way his whole body was shaking, from his hands to his legs. He was shivering badly, almost as if he were in the middle of a blizzard, rather than a warm spring day. As he made it to the edge of town, trying to make it back to the hotel he was staying in, he caught more than his fair share of strange, or concerned looks - though he ignored them all as he focused solely on moving forward. Once he got back to his room, he’d be able to rest. 

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[metal-detective-rq]

"I know it's not perfect, but I did follow the recipe this time." Carlos pouted at his plate of mashed tatos and squirrel bits that hadn't quite turned out. He wasnt looking forward to eating it.

Nick couldn't help it, he laughed. Poor Carlos.

Nick walked up to him.

"Here let me help you with that. I've seen Ellie make this a time or two."

[fragmentedmiind]

More than turned around

Steven was used to waking up in strange places at this point - his sleeping disorder made it hard to predict when or where he would wake up, and on multiple occasions he had found himself waking up in a completely different area of London. 

This, though... this was a first. 

The last thing Steven remembered was listening to an audiobook as he laid in bed, and then... 

“What?” He looked around as he came back to himself, taking everything in around him. It was day time, alright... but... where was this? None of these buildings looked familiar, and the cars were... on the wrong side of the road? A sinking feeling quickly came to Steven’s stomach, and he looked around anxiously. No... no, no, no. There was no way he could just wake up in a different country, right? This had to be a dream... right?!

To everyone else around him, all that could be seen was a man who had been walking, stopping, and then looking more than a little concerned as he took in his surroundings. Steven quickly moved off to the side as he realized he was blocking the sidewalk, apologizing politely to an elderly lady who had tried to pass him. 

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