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revivalproject2024-07-08 04:08 pm
harderdaddy) wrote in revivalproject2024-07-08 04:08 pm
Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch
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.
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.
no subject
"It's fine... there's no currency anyway right now," he said. Mostly, people were just being nice and bartering favors. It was a small enough population that it still worked. But, Keith turned, giving a tilt of his head for Angel to follow before starting off in that direction.