+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."

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[masteroffear]

Jonathan assumes that the being is talking about hell. In any case, he likes the newcomer's style. Call him curious, but he has a healthy respect for beings from the other side. He's been around long enough to know that, despite the fearsome reputation he's earned, he's far from the most powerful or frightening creature out there.

He nods briefly to show respect to the newcomer. He's not going to run, but he's careful to be polite. It pays to know what your limitations are, and when to acknowledge a likely superior. And antagonizing probable hell demons or eldritch abominations never ends well.

"I'm from Georgia, sir, but I don't think that's what you're talking about."

[hybriddino]

The Indoraptor's quills raise instinctively. The dinosaur smells something...strange. Not human, and certainly nothing he's smelled before. It takes a lot to intimidate him, being a twenty-four-foot carnivorous dinosaur with long black claws and jagged teeth, but he's certainly intimidated. Nevertheless, he's polite to the newcomer.

He makes a point of not judging others by looks, using himself as an example.

Welcome to the Nexus. I'm the Indoraptor. He scribbles on his whiteboard. I'm not from down south - I was born in a laboratory, created by humans. He has noticed something off about the stranger's voice, but he doesn't judge. He's met people here with strange voices, and he himself can't speak in human language at all. Pleasure to meet you. .

[outpostcook]

Kinner gulps, a small man even smaller in the presence of this...well, entity is the only word he can think of to describe this being. He looks powerful, and dangerous, and Kinner is terrified. He's already dead, so he figures there's relatively little risk, so he screws up his courage before he approaches the creature.

"I'm from Antarctica. Well, not from from there, but I was there before I died. But I guess that isn't what you're a-talkin' about."

He has a good idea where this being's from. It's not somewhere he particularly wants to go. Nothing personal, but he's not the adventurous type, even less so when Hell is involved.

[to_the_wolves]

It's impossible to pry her attention away from Alastor. His outfit, those teeth and hearing his 1920's style voice...Those should all be signs to walk away, to not associate herself with a obvious demon or creature of dark natures. But Marie can't pull herself away. Not when she needs to know the nature and motivation of this person, if mainly for her own peace of mind. He couldn't have possibly come from her world, after all, but there's no way of knowing unless a conversation takes place.

With a calm attitude, she walks over to Alastor when most of the crowds have thinned out for the day, leaving less of an opportunity to be spotted by someone she knows. Dressed in a less colorful suit of her own, one hand in her pocket, she pushes back any lingering fears on her mind and nods politely to him. Somehow she has a feeling such a brazen person can easily sense when something is off about other people, so it's better to approach directly than spy on Alastor from a distance.

"I've traveled down south before. New Orleans. Atlanta. Most of Florida." She knows what he's referring to, but isn't about to ask for confirmation. Keep the conversation clean and hide her demonic side from him for as long as possible. "I was born in Chicago, migrated to Oregon, then finally the Nexus."

[sweetcandygirl]

This demon and his smile reminds Harley of someone she used to date. And so she watches him carefully at first.

She laughs. And shakes her head. "If you are talking about where I think you are talking about... been there. Done that. Got kicked out."

It is true! Harley was too much of a positive energy for Hell.

[alittlehinky]

For a minute, Cricket legit thinks someone's playing a radio, mostly because he's absorbed in his book. He's ensconced on one of the couches, a little worn out after Halloween shenanigans, leg braces off for the day and both feet up to ease some swelling. He has a cane beside his elbow, as well, because walking with no support doesn't always end well for him.

Hearing the question, he tucks his finger between the pages of his book and sits up a little, looking around for the source, and--holy shit, that is not what he was expecting. The look of immediate shock, concern and possibly fear may be gratifying.

But okay. He can be civil. And he gets immediately what the demon means by 'further south'. "Uh...no, sir, but I reckon I could've ended up there if I hadn't landed here instead."

Wow, Cricket. Dark. "I mean, dependin' on the criteria for entrance. Ain't done much hurting people but I'm not a big churchgoer, either."

[coldsong]

Well, this is an interesting newcomer, indeed. Loki is wary of powers with which his familiarity is lacking, and this one is nothing short of exotic. He's only guessing what 'further south' means, but context says some sort of Underworld. Hel he understands, but that grim, grey, cold concept has nothing in common with this crimson spectre of he-knows-not-what hurtling into their midst. He gets an immediate impression of vibrance, subtle aggression, and above all performance.

He's a bit of a performer, himself, so on that level, he can relate. It's a very good show.

When he chooses to approach, he makes sure he's wearing his full Sakkaran glamor-armor, as it were. The horned helmet seems unnecessary, but he does think he wants to make an impression, so here he is with the synthetic navy blue asymmetrical leather, the fingerless gloves, the sweeping cloak with the yellow lining and the stripes at the hem. Not his favorite colors, but the outfit as a whole served him well before, as did the charming smile he puts on in greeting.

"You may find, friend, that not everyone here wants their past laid out at the feet of total strangers, not matter how persuasive your approach. I wonder if you might have better luck with spying, rather than asking directly?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem to be looking for the unfortunate dead. Is there a purpose to it or is it mere curiosity?"

[brother_alone]

"Hey, bro. You mind moving those gazelle legs somewhere else? You're in the way."

Tired.

Joshua is so tired, these days. He's wearing his little delivery boy jacket with one of the local cafe's logos on the back of it. Holding a box of lunches he's supposed to be delivering to the business this tall motherfucker is currently blocking the entrance to. He doesn't want to stop and think, to answer questions.

But this one needles at him, and not just because of the static and out of tune radio for a voice the red suited thing was speaking with. The creature sounds like something out of his nightmares, and that smile he can see just in his peripherals...it's familiar.

"Does anyone start from down there, by the way? That's got to be the worst luck in all the mulitverse, to end up in a place like that without earning it."