TDM 001!!

[heckinmods]

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A) MAY I OFFER U PIE IN THIS TRYING TIME(GARDEN LEVEL)
[OOPS YOU DIED. WELCOME TO THE GARDEN OF GOOD AND EVIL. If you're new here, have a sheep cherub or imp slap a "HI MY NAME IS--" sticker on you, and frantically explain "DON'T WORRY, WE'RE WORKING ON IT, WE'LL HAVE YOU OUT HERE....AT...SOME POINT..." Wack. Also, you may noticed that your body may or may not have changed. What's up with that??? Who cares, at least you have as spiffy new cell phone! You're also told you're free to take the elevators up to Heaven or down to Hell. Good luck!

In the mean time--join the garden party that's going on! Or at least, it seems like a party?? Except all they are serving is pie. Apple pie. Blueberry pie. The classics. For you more Carnivorous types, there's stuff like mince pie, and...the name is smudged, but maybe don't eat that one unless you're a cannibal.

But along with a variety of normal pies, if you accidentally eat a weird pie, your character might experience the following:
Vinegar Pie - It's tasty but suddenly you're compelled to blurt out an Insult or ruthlessly tease the next person you see.
"Sweet" Potato - If you're a normally grumpy or aggro character, this pie will suddenly make you want to be more affectionate! This can be anything from wanting to hold hands or saying genuine nice things.
Humble Pie - Suddenly you feel complimenting or praising others and might downplay your own achievements, or insult yourself.

You can probably shake off the effects, but hey. Free pie!! ]


B) LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE (HELL LEVEL)
[TIME TO EXPLORE. Today in the Hell Level, the Hotel (Ho-hell? Helll-tel? Okay just Hotel) it's time for spring cleaning! Wait, didn't they just have that? An Imp says yes, but this is a different type of cleaning. Time to TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!!

Which is to say, out of no where you might receive a PUNCH in the face by a local, or an imp! If the latter it's like being bapped by a sick little lamb. Still, even if a local punches you, you suddenly heal immediately? That's right, TODAY ONLY, this is a 'get into a scrap injury free' spring holiday, and you can rough house as much as you want with each other today in the Hotel, and NO DAMAGE will remain! Ever wanted to get cut in half and suddenly stitch back together? WELL TODAY'S YOUR LUCKY DAY.

If you're not into PG rated guro however, why don't you try exploring:
-The clubs! The nightlife in hell is FANTASTIC and genuinely fun!
-Games! Along with casinos galore, there are also normal arcades! Any game you can imagine, it exists.
-Or explore parts of Hell's Hotel that don't involve getting into a dogpile! ]


C) MARCH COMES IN LIKE....(HEAVEN LEVEL)
[TODAY IN HEAVEN THOUGH, there are advertisements for the ZOO!! A zoo in heaven?? Fuck yea!! But when you get there you see nothing but...........lions. And lambs. Just, everywhere. They aren't fighting though, but being super cute and soft and have tiny wings. You can pet them and pick them up--well the lambs at least. The lion might crush you. But you're dead anyway so give it a shot champ!!

Local angels explain that every 'spring' the zoo does this, and it's a sign of good fortune! You might wonder why you need good fortune in Heaven, but fuck it, when it Rome!! If you stick around long enough the zoo will change back to 'normal' and you can find other animals to gawk at.

If zoos aren't your thing though, check out heaven's:
-BEACH!! How is there an ocean and sandy white beach in the sky! Who cares, it's heaven! Beach episode time!
-Coffee shops! There are no coffee shops in hell! LIVE YOUR COFFEE AU DREAMS.
-Or just explore the Heavenly hotel in general!]

D) WILDCARD
[DO WHATEVER ELSE or send text messages on your phone!! ]


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Comments

vox | hazbin | hell, obviously.

[technicaldifficulties]

📺 arrival.

[ this is... new, but he's not about to complain, because all of these fresh faced sinners are just ripe for the manipulating. offering stability ( especially in hell ) is always a sure-fire way to lure in unsuspecting souls, so he's sure that he'll be able to find ( and grab ) a couple of suckers for either himself, velvette, or valentino. ]

[ although vox would much rather be back at v-tower he is making an effort to mingle. he does avoid the food and drink, because he expects it to either be a) terrible or b) poisoned. or both. if you catch his eye which could be hard depending on the angle he'll introduce himself, ]

Hello. I'm Vox, yes, of Voxtek, [ thanks for noticing. ] and who might you be?

📺 hell.

[ he's not participating in the fights breaking out, well, everywhere, but he does seem to be enjoying the bloody spectacle. he steps aside with a chuckle when a severed limbs comes flying too close. oh, do you need a hand, well too fucken bad. ]

📺 text.

un; v

I'm working. Don't FUCKEN text me while I'm working.

[ he doesn't look to see WHO is texting him,
but he doesn't care at the moment, and i'm afraid your phone sparks in direct result to his ire. ]

Text; FashionableVee

[respectless]

[Here, Vox. Have some middle finger emojis that look suspiciously like Velvette's hands literally coming off of your cell phone screen like little holograms.]

Don't you spark me, Vox! Fuck you!

1/3

[technicaldifficulties]

[ fuck. ]

Re: Text; FashionableVee

[technicaldifficulties]

[ he leans back to avoid taking a middle finger to the face. wups. he should have checked the alert at all a little closer. ]

Re: Text; FashionableVee

[technicaldifficulties]

It was an accident.
Do you honestly think I would spark you?
Come on, Velvette...

[ even if it was accidental he can't lie about how amused he is that he shocked her. ]

[respectless]

[She's still annoyed about it, but she can grudgingly acknowledge he probably didn't do it on purpose.]

Anyway, we're not the only ones from the real hell, here. Valentino is here, so that's all three Vees.

[That part's the good news. As for the bad news...]

Alastor is here, too.

[helluvamess]

[You know what, Vox probably wasn't talking to him. He's probably just another imp and basically background noise to overlords and the like. But he sure as fuck is turning around and giving the overlord a clear once over and the least impressed look he can manage.]

Vox-what? Never fucking heard of you. I'm more into this fucking radio show that's been going on anyway. Host is a de-fucking-light.

[technicaldifficulties]

[ vox turns and puts on his best 'smile'. ] I can't blame you for thinking that some stupid radio show is the best Hell has to offer, when it's the only optional available. Now that I'm back you'll get a chance to finally see what real entertainment is. [ his smile pulls tighter. ] Trust me. [ he's going to attempt to hypnotize him, but whether it works i'll leave up to you! ]

[helluvamess]

Trust... [Look, Blitzø is just an imp, he hasn't got much of a defence against anything and he feels almost instinctively inclined to trust Vox for some reason. Which is a lot since he doesn't trust many people. However there is just one thing he needs to confirm...]

Wait, wait. This TV show you're going to put on... are there horses on it?

[deerlisteners]

Oh, back again, are we? [A familiar and infuriating voice. Alastor stands behind Vox with that ever-present grin] How fun for me.

[he circles around to face Vox and hands him one of the many flyers he's carrying around] In case you're interested in real media.

[technicaldifficulties]

It's called arriving fashionably late. Just ask Velvette. [ he's pulling that out of his ass. he's not sure what the hell the hold up had been on his arrival, since the other vees and this prick had arrived at about the same time. ]

...Hah! [ he takes it, his claws sparking and turning the page to instant ash. ] I didn't know you'd taken up a comedy routine. Maybe that'll do better than that watered down broadcast you called a show.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

[hookersandblows]

Move it or lose it, cariño!

[ That should sound familiar.... and coming in the same direction that severed limb just came flying in from. ]

Fuck I've been wanting to let out steam for FUCKING ever! HEY! GET BACK HERE! I'M NOT FUCKING DONE WITH YOU, PENDEJO!

[ Yep, he's right in the middle of the scrap, right in the thick of it with only Moneyshot on hand... but that doesn't mean his three other hands aren't busy. The poor guy he just called out is getting bodyslammed into the asphalt before he's firing off at two others.

Then he stops as if he just realized something. ]

Wait. Vox?!

[ Doubletake. Forgive him he's blind. ]

FIGHT FIGHT!!

[technicaldifficulties]

[ as soon as he's been noticed he starts approaching. ] Don't let your guard down, Val, [ vox steps over a few corpses on his way over. ] especially in the middle of a fucken FIGHT. [ he flicks his wrist toward him, sending a concentrate bolt of electricity at a sinner intending to rush him, but its head bursts the instant the shot hits him - spraying just a little blood on val. and, yes, he thinks that's hot. ]

I see you're having... fun. [ he looks around the massacre. ] Taking advantage of today's 'promotion'?

arrival

[heroantagonist]

Never heard of it.

[Said with a professional level of coyness. Jack's trying to enjoy these dry-ass pretzels, and he happened to lock eyes with a talking TV.]

God, these suck- Oh. Handsome Jack. CEO of Hyperion? Don't worry, I don't do autographs.

Re: arrival

[technicaldifficulties]

Good. I can’t imagine anybody’s interested.

And you might as well get used to the shitty food… because that’s all that’s down here. [ said with some level of understanding and sympathy. ]

Arrival sorry bro

[orkin]

The TV Man is back!

[ Niffty skips over to him, clutching an armload of flyers for Alastor's radio show. Seemingly oblivious to their past history, she plucks one from the top and holds it up to him, waving it in the air enthusiastically.

Look, she is short as hell. Work with her here. Alastor told her to pass them out, she is going to do the best job. ]

I'm Niffty! [ :> ]

never be sorry

[technicaldifficulties]

[ ...oh, great, it's that little pixie freak that's always hanging around alastor. fucken wonderful. he stares down at her, taking the flyer with a patronizing grin. ] Nifty, a pleasure, really, and what might this be? [ trash? because it looks like literal trash. ] A flyer for Alastor's new show, huh, ...great, SUPER, I can't fucken wait. [ he 'accidentally' torches it with a 'stray' spark. ]

text; dedf1sh

[dj_dedf1sh]

FYI you can respond to whoever's texting you in a private message. Maybe do that before you blow up everyone's phones. Literally.

Re: text; dedf1sh

[technicaldifficulties]

[ a response comes later one,
once he's finished working. ]

I admit I hadn't been paying attention,
since I was in the middle of something.
But I know how sending a text message works.
And this... this was far from literally blowing up a phone.
I could do that... [ their phone is going to spark a little as vox squeezes his own. ]

arrival

[princess_of_hell]

Ohhh! Oh, hi there! I recognize you! I mean, it'd be hard not to. ...Because you're so well known, that is!

[She's swallowing her nervousness, remembering how Dad always taught her to not let demons push her around, even Overlords.]

Anyway, Why don't we make real introductions, like people who don't know who they are? We can just pretend we don't already know! After all, celebrity personalities aren't everything!

[She puts on a peppy tone.]

My name is Charlie! [claps] I believe in finding the good in bad! [claps] And, I try to be the greatest friend that anyone~ ever~ had!

[Pause]

Your turn!

Re: arrival

[technicaldifficulties]

Miss Morningstar, hello. [ UGH. ] ...why? [ his expression goes flat, because this sounds like the dumbest exercise EVER. still, he lets her do her thing... but he doesn't look the least bit interested in following suit. ] I'm Vox, your highness, and I really don't think I need to re-introduce myself. [ but, hm, ...IDEA. ] But maybe just this once.

I'm Vox, one of the Vees, and we should talk about your future here if you please. I have a question for you; do you plan on trying to set-up your hotel again, because Alastor seems to be flourishing on his own. Perhaps we can work out some kind of a deal...

[outrageon]

[Okay seriously— people act like Vel and Ven are weird, but this guy has a TV for a face?

...Okay it's kind of cool in a freaky way, definitely giving Style, but Velvet looks him up and down, assessing him apprehensively. ]

Velvet. As in, of Velvet and Veneer.

[wow they're both so good at talking like the other should already know who they are!!]

[technicaldifficulties]

[ vox turns and, with a wide smile, he offers her a hand. ] A pleasure young lady. Are you Valentino's newest talent? [ it's a wild guess, but if she isn't, then she oughta be. ]

Arrival!

[saltsplash]

[Reigen may now only be around Niffty's height, but he hears the salesman voice and grins up at the strange TV-headed man. Talk about the short end of the stick with post-death transformations! At least being an animal is still being a living, breathing creature.

His hands start moving as he replies - and Reigen affects just as strong a projecting showman voice as Vox.]

Me? The answer is simple - I may look different than in life, but I am none other than Reigen Arataka, the Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century!

Re: Arrival!

[technicaldifficulties]

[ there is nothing wrong with being part TV.
it's a look and a style,
and vox is certainly nobody else could pull it off. ]

Reigen Arataka, the psychic. Forgive me, greatest psychic. What sort of trouble did you get into up top? [ y'know, when you were alive. ] I have to imagine being a psychic, while it has its perks, also has a few* cons.