Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch

[harderdaddy]

Who: Angel Dust, OTA
What: Arrival/Drinking
Where: Fountain/Deep End
When: Early-Mid Month
Warnings: TBD, Strong Language, Addiction



Arrival
There ain't no way it's possible, but this sure as shit doesn't look like Hell. Angel tries touching that creepy orb thing again, and even tries askin' it questions, but it's a fucking floating ball, he wasn't expecting a whole lot.

So it's down to you- poor fellow netizen of this place- assuming the sight of the furry sinner's approach doesn't scare you away.

"Holy shit," he murmurs, staring at you in disbelief, "Are you ALIVE?" Is this a real living, breathing person and not a soul???

The Deep End
"Oh thank fuck," Angel sighs, dropping onto a stool by the bar, grateful to have found a place to stop that building headache. And whether it's your job or not, hot-stuff, you have just been designated bartender.

"What's the strongest shit you got in this place?" he asks with a flirtatious grin.

Comments

[thelastechidna]

"Yeah, I think so. Some might have been here two or three years." He thinks he remembers Radley saying it had been almost two years for him. "Every now and then, somebody is sent back and then brought here again."

[harderdaddy]

Two or three years with no contract. That was something. He tries his best to ignore that gnawing sense of guilt at leaving his friends back home to deal with the angels. But it's not like he asked to be brought here.

"There any way to bring other people here?"

[thelastechidna]

"If we could bring people here, we could probably send ourselves back," Knuckles said with a grim smirk. "The Agrii don't let any of us know how they do it."

[harderdaddy]

"Well, point me their way," he says, cracking both pairs of knuckles, "I got ways a makin' people talk." It's hard to tell from his grin if he's joking or not.

[thelastechidna]

Another dark smirk. "They're not even here. They can't live on-planet, since that's the whole problem. And we can only travel to them when they say we can. We're pretty much grounded otherwise."

[harderdaddy]

Well what fucking cowards! Eh, but it was a pretty effective tactic, he'd give em that. "I'll just hafta wait to get my point across, won't I?"

[thelastechidna]

"Yeah, it looks like it. I've got a few things I'd like to tell them too." Although when he'd actually met some at New Tick, he had found he really didn't know how to go about yelling or snarling at them or otherwise saying the furious things that had been going through his mind.

"So.... Since you're stuck here for now, do you want a tour of the place or something?" he awkwardly asked.

[harderdaddy]

"Ya got a bar or a strip joint in this place?" Either seemed like the most important location to get down. Could probably find a dealer from there or else bug someone for the nearest vending machine. Aliens had to have at least as much tech as Hell, surely.

[thelastechidna]

Knuckles flushed a bit. He was sheltered, but he did know what a strip joint was.

"There's a bar," he said. "I think it's in one of the residential towers? The guy has a pet chicken walking around or something."

[harderdaddy]

Ooh, a chicken? Angel misses his pet hellpig with the reminder, making the want for a drink very quickly become need.

"Well go one, show me. Thought this was a tour."

[thelastechidna]

"Okay, okay." Knuckles hopes he remembers the way there. The tower is easy enough to find, at least, and he heads in that direction. On the way, he points out the other buildings.

"There's the hotel over there. Several of the people live there. And there's the diner. Somebody's usually there making food to have on hand for everyone."

[harderdaddy]

"Uh huh. Uh huh," Angel slows his stride so he doesn't outpace his companion, but it's pretty clear he's only interested in getting his hands on a drink right now.

[thelastechidna]

Finally they get into the tower and, after a bit of wandering, Knuckles finds the neon sign of The Deep End. He sighs in relief.

"Here it is."

He pushes the door open.

[harderdaddy]

A *bar*.

Angel swears he can hear angelic choirs singing overhead, and he eagerly hurries towards the bar. He stops in his tracks however when he sees the tanks, approaching them with a delighted grin, palms on the glass. He has a real soft spot for aquariums.

"You didn't say there was fish!" Or had he? Angel doesn't remember. But look at them~

[thelastechidna]

"Oh. Yeah, there's those too," Knuckles says. He'd been thinking more about the chicken at the time. He idly looks around for it, or anyone else.