+1 "Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me"

[nomoreroom]

So! This wasn't actually what he was expecting, when he opened the kitchen door today. He had an excellent venison burger sitting in the fridge, practically calling his name, but he opened the door to the Hotel kitchen, wouldn't you know it-

A completely alternate dimension. Well isn't that just a fine how do you do?

Now if he were a demon of more basic desires and concrete obvious goals, he'd have shut that door and kept trying it until he got his goddamn burger.

Clearly, though, that wasn't what happened.

Tall, that's what he was, way too tall to not stand out, all limbs and pointed fingers and jagged dagger smile, gleeful as he wandered about the plaza and no doubt scaring the children, if there happened to be any unfortunate enough to be there. Nosy thing too, deer-like ears swiveling this way and that to eavesdrop on any possible conversation in the immediate area.

And when he opened his mouth, the hiss and crackle of an old radio came out with a pop, that voice tinny, gleeful and disquieting.

"Good evenin' folks, fantastic night out, isn't it?

Now, I went about readin' your how to's and what do's and where go's and how so's, but I still got a question for you fine, lovely folks out there.

How many of you beautiful surface citizens came from somewhere a little further south? Don't be shy now, step right up."

Comments

[to_the_wolves]

"I'm assuming I'd need to visit in demon form. However, I have a sinking feeling your friend Charlie wouldn't like me. Especially if she found out I was visiting Hell for many reason, some less favorable than others." Even if Alastor has no enemies, he's bound to have a good idea of which demons are 'expendable'. He seems like the independent type, similar to how she works, but a good contract here and there never hurt anyone.

"We'll take a look around the Nexus after dinner. Someone in the Industrial Area might have a good lead. You should also look into getting a PINpoint. They're like cell phones, but allow the user to teleport to any given place via coordinates." Speaking of food, their mute server returns with two fancy looking plates, then leaves without saying a word.

"A fixer, huh? So what does a demon like you do in your spare time? Plot against society?" She's lightly joking about that, while cutting into her steak, pausing for a moment to savor that rare blood dripping onto the plate. It's hard to hide that her demonic senses are slowly creeping outward, as if being around someone similar is only making it harder to hide her other self.