TDM 005: Ch-ch-changes!

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A, Garden Level - Autumn Celebrations!
[It may be November in the real world but when you're dead time is fake! So this week/month GARDENFEST is happening...........aka a bootleg mishmash of Oktoberfest and an Xmas Market. In general: PARTY TIME.

Drinks! Foods! Bad singing!! Drunkenly built gingerbread houses! You're thrown in a festive identity clash of imps and cherubs in the garden playing music that doesn't match or shoving drinks at you. Don't worry, if you don't want a mug of beer, it might just be gingerale! Anyway sorry you died but PARTY PARTY JOIN US JOIN US--]


B, Hell Level: ICE to meet you!
[Down at the HellRaiser hotel, the hellish amenities await your every need, but spooky season is over. Aside from the usual, er, allure of Hell, it also seems to be slowly freezing over. Ruh roh. It's not much now, but occasionally you may be hit by a teeny tiny icicle as you explore, awww. Other times it's a whole fucking STALACTITE crashes down on you. Better dodge or hope someone pushes you out the way!! Look out for slick sidewalks too!

Otherwise, hey have some fun in Hell!! Go to a club, get some drugs, go to a casino, win and get mugged!! Ever have a drink made out of literal MAGMA? Go on, try it!! Slaps hell's cobbled brimstone you can fit so much chaos down here!]


C, Heaven Level: Spice, spice, baby.
[Heaven-side, the cherubs are ready to welcome you and give you the VIP treatment!! Massages! Manipedis! Lavish outfits and attention! You can raise your hand and just get a fucking cat sat on your lap! Truly, this is bliss!!

Oh, but it's also cozy season in Heaven! So along with the best fits for the chillier weather, There are an assortment of beverages being offered by angels for you to sample (CW Mind Manipulation):

Apple Spiced Latte- Tasty and earthy! But you suddenly feel more subservient.
Cranberry Spiced Latte- A bit tart but it works. This might make you sassier than usual.
Stuffing Spiced Latte- There is no effect. Why would you drink this you monster.

For the TDM you can find small cherub-run kiosks with these drinks on any level you prefer! If that's not your cuppa joe, feel free to explore the beauty of Heaven per usual! The beach! Boardwalk! All the cafes!! Whatever heaven should have, you can likely find it.]

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Comments

Vil Schoenheit | Twisted Wonderland | Heavenbound

[fairestqueen]

[A: Arrival]

[Vil isn't terribly fussed about the whole death thing. Sure, it was a bit of a shock at first, but if it's just a clerical error, it'll get cleared up sooner or later. So long as he doesn't miss anything at home - like work, or exams - he doesn't see any reason to get worked up about it. Stress is terrible for his complexion.

The little halo he woke up with, though? That he likes. What a charming accessory, though he's not entirely sure it suits him. Few would call him angelic, after all. But he'll enjoy it while it's there. Just as he'll enjoy the festivities, even if they are a little overly loud and garish.

He's inspecting one of the drinks, its giver long since vanished into the crowd. It's just ginger ale. But Vil has questions, and he'll ask whoever's close enough.]

Have you seen a list of ingredients anywhere? Death is no reason to be unwise about one's nutritional choices.

[B: Hell]

[The cold isn't so bad. The icicles can be ignored, and even the stalactites aren't terribly dangerous as long as you're keeping an eye out.
But heels on icy sidewalks? Now that's real danger.

Vil is trying to avoid a nasty fall by taking careful steps. He's agile, at least, or it would've been over already. But it couldn't last - one person passing a little too close knocks him off balance, and his elegantly-clad feet come right out from under him. At least he only lands embarrassingly on his bottom, instead of his head, but it's not a light fall.]

Ouch...

[c: Heaven]

[Now this is more Vil's style. Manipedis? Yes please! Especially since he broke a nail taking a fall earlier - he can't walk around looking a mess. So he's sitting, cool as a cucumber, getting his nails done - though he can't quite keep his nose entirely in his own business. He raises an eyebrow, ready to share his opinion to someone nearby even if unasked for.]

Eyecatching, but that isn't really your color. You should pick something a little more flattering.

C. was gonna hit you up with leona first but I couldn't resist...

[outrageon]

[Sorry, Vil, but the very furry very tall person you've just addressed doesn't turn around to see you as much as she swings her head around like an owl, looking Vil up and down with an intense glare.

...Still, it evens out real quick when she puts on a too sweet smile.]

Oh em gee! I was just looking for the right opinion to help me choose!

[she spins her body around to match the rotation of her head and on doll-like heels she clops right over, sitting on the arm of Vil's chair and not taking up very much space doing so. Holding up two different pairs of brightly colored, flashy earrings to her mink ears and green hair, Velvet asks;]

What do you think? Purple or pink?

[fairestqueen]

[...huh. A little unnerving, but it isn't as if Vil hasn't met his share of oddities, including inhuman ones. And he is, of course, used to staying quite composed in nearly any circumstance.

So he just smiles back at her and inspects the earrings carefully.]

Naturally, it depends on what you're planning to wear them with. The purple is quite striking against your hair, though admittedly I have a fondness for purple.

[They aren't quite Vil's style, but it's clear she's not really aiming for the elegant look he prefers.]

Are they for a special occasion?

[outrageon]

[A bright, albeit fake, laugh. Really, she's as fake as she is plastic, which... is why this whole little act probably isn't going to work on Vil much. but she carries on regardless.]

Of course! They're for me. I'm the special occasion.

[She does sound... too pleased with herself.]

I'm Velvet. As in, of superstars Velvet and Veneer.

[Looking over the earrings again, and not at Vil, she adds—]

It's so nice to meet a newcomer with some style around here, hm?

[fairestqueen]

[She clearly expects to be recognized, with how she speaks of herself, but Vil hasn't got the slightest idea who she is. Or what she is, really, which kind of goes hand-in-hand. But this is a new... world? Or something of the sort, at least. No sense in alienating anyone who might be someone, so Vil keeps his work face on.

Smile, stay cool, and never look anything less than perfect.]

Indeed. It's a pleasure to speak to someone who takes their own presentation seriously.

[That's true, at least, even if Vil can't say he personally loves her style.]

Velvet and Veneer... I'm new around here, so I'm afraid I'm not familiar. Are you an actress?

[outrageon]

[Either Velvet can tell he's hesitant or she expects him to be and sticks to her own narrative— likely the latter. She smiles like a fox either way.]

Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't expect a human to know Rageon stars.

[She's just being a bitch on purpose! Yaaay. She might be a little less bold if she knew Vil was everything she wanted to be (aside from the whole hard-work bit, ew), but since she's unfamiliar herself, she's sizing him up instead. A potential ally, a potential enemy... and if an enemy, all the more important to keep track of.

And anyway, that word, Rageon? Might not even sound like much of a descriptor, considering it's pronounced just like Ragin'.]

We're singers, of course, but acting could always be on the list. Then again, the jobs around here are.... parrrrrrticular.

[Look, she wants to watch Hellanovelas, not act in them. She continues, sticky-sweet—]

Buuut I'm assuming you're asking because you're an actor, hm? That would explain why you don't look even half as miserable as the rest of these losers.

[Judging by the horns on her head, 'these losers' might be, you know, the angels. oops.]

B (1/2)

[gl00my]

[Hell has literally frozen over, which is part of why Idia Shroud is out of his (well-- his friend's) room. And it's a good thing, too, because it's a riot seeing Hellions keeling over left and right trying to keep themselves stable. That's enough entertainment for an afternoon. Physical comedy is kind of evergreen tbh?

Idia's got his tablet in hand, trying not to lose it over a particularly ridiculous fall. Oh yeah, that one's going in the cringe compilation. Man, that guy even looks like--]

2/2

[gl00my]

Vil? Is that for real--

[Idia doesn't exactly shuffle closer so much as lean in more, not wanting to risk the fucking shame of it all. It'd be like ignoring a Message in a Souls game-- that's disaster waiting to happen.]

(No way... Did I just... catch Vil Schoenheit slipping?? IRL??)
(Maybe I should post this.)

[fairestqueen]

[Of all the things Vil did not expect, a familiar voice is nearly at the top of the list.

Not an especially familiar voice, though, because Idia is not exactly known for being an outgoing chatterbox. But still familiar enough that Vil recognizes it, and as he's (very carefully) picking himself up off the ground, his head whips around. It's almost enough to knock him off balance again, but while he wavers, he doesn't fall.]

Idia Shroud?

[That's his first reaction. The second comes very quickly, as soon as he sees the tablet in Idia's hands.]

Give me that.

[Imperious, insistent. If there's a video - and he's sure there is - there's no way Vil is allowing it to stay undeleted. This is much more important than figuring out what Idia's doing there.]

[effortaverse]

[Leona doesn't really enjoy the fact that there's a bunch of his schoolmates here, but he does always love an opportunity to say something shitty and annoying! Approaching Vil is Leona, the ends of his hair evaporating into shadows and spiraling horns just behind his ears, wearing his usual smirk.]

You really askin' me if you should bother drinkin' something you got handed by some stranger?

[fairestqueen]

[Of all the people to end up in the same strange, impossible place as him, why did it have to be Leona? He seems to live for no purpose but to be vexing, sometimes, and this is one of those times.]

There are plenty of other people drinking them, and they seem fine.

[He eyes Leona, noting the hair and the horns. Hmm.]

Why? Did you drink one and end up like... that?

[effortaverse]

[Leona's head pulls back as if he's mildly offended. And then he looks left, and right, as if to say, is he talking to me like that?

And then he remembers it's Vil, so of course he's talking to him like that.]

Eh? You feeling bolder just cos you come with a built-in selfie light now?

[fairestqueen]

[Vil rolls his eyes. As if he's any bolder than he always was.]

Mine's quite attractive, I think. I'm not sure what's happened to you.

[Actually, Leona looks fine. Because he always does, despite putting no effort in. It's very annoying.]

Are you some kind of demon now?

Heaven, also, https://i.pinimg.com/736x/99/7c/73/997c739afa52e028aa81c04d1b0c5cdc.jpg

[vroomkeeper]

What a coincidence.

[ Blond, lavender, and opinionated, meet: blond, lavender and opinionated. Marik smirks over at the other man, his own hand extended for a cherub to burnish with nail lacquer. In a deep, royal purple.

Too much? Yeah. But he has a plan. There's a point to this. He swears.

And proves it by shifting the color of his skin, letting it ripple into gold metal. Not so garish now, right? Needed to be loud to compete with this, right?? ]

I was about to say the same thing to you.

two of them...

[fairestqueen]

[Vil raises his eyebrows at the sight, but he can't deny it's impressive. And catty he may be at time, but he takes beauty quite seriously, so credit where it's due.]

Not bad. That does work much better. Can you do other colors?

[How convenient that would be - though rather difficult to have a decent wardrobe, since you'd need so many different outfits...]

[vroomkeeper]

Perhaps.

[ As his skin shifts to blue, purple, silver, back to skin tone, back to gold. He tries to think really hard about "red" while he's at it, but...no go.

He can only do the colors that slimes appear on Duel Monsters cards, then. Good to know. There's bound to be a use for even this limited palette. ]

I could color just the nails myself, but it'd take constant concentration.....

[ And being pampered feels so nice. ]

[fairestqueen]

Why bother, when professionals can take care of it much more easily?

[He laughs, waving his hand a bit so the polish dries more quickly.]

Is that an innate skill, or something that you learned?

[Look, Vil probably wouldn't use it much - it's a little over the top - but oh, how useful it could be!]

B~

[broasis]

[Somewhere beyond the Mirror Chamber, Jamil is sweating profusely and he has no idea why.

Kalim is wandering the streets of hell alone, a singular bunny angel hopping along in a giant winter coat to take in the sights of a winter wonderland the likes of which he's never seen in his entire seventeen years of life (including the month-and-change of death--) and really, truly enjoying himself despite feeling like his little fuzzy toesies are gonna freeze off sometime soon.

Which is why he totally doesn't notice that he's sprung right into oncoming sidewalk traffic and taken out Pomefiore's late Housewarden in the process. His reflexes are sharp enough that he's able to reach out and grab onto the person in his attempt to save them from falling, but those aforementioned fuzzy toesies are quick to betray him on this ice.]

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoooa! [If one strains to listen, they may catch cartoonish sound effects playing from somewhere up until they hit the ground.]

[Crash! They'll both be feeling that tomorrow.]

Ouch.

[Still clinging to his unwitting victim, Kalim turns an apologetic pout up to them in a preemptive plea for forgiveness.] Oh, man. I totally wasn't paying attention or looking where I was-- [Those big red eyes are somehow even bigger and sparklier once he takes in the sight of a familiar face.]

--Vil!?

[fairestqueen]

Kalim?

[What the hell is on his head. And - wait - his feet?? Vil straight up stares for a moment, not sure whether to be horrified or amazing. He shoves the whole issue aside for a much, much more important question.]

Where is Jamil?

[Not why are you here. Not why do you look like that. Not even are you all right? No. What Vil wants to know is where Kalim's keeper is, because everyone knows he's the only thing keeping Scarabia half-functional. If he's not here to ensure Kalim isn't merrily prancing along and knocking people over -

Well. Then there'll be trouble.

He takes a deep breath, and very very carefully, stands.]

Ahem. I mean, what are you doing here?

[broasis]

[Well, the good news is that Scarabia is probably as functional as it's ever been now that Kalim is... well. Here. Which may very well be the best case scenario for everyone involved! Except for, uh. Kalim. Who has been avoiding thinking about Jamil altogether (to the best of his ability, which is uh... not excellent) for the last several weeks to keep from spiraling completely out of control. Things are fine! Totally fine! Nothing to worry about!]

Ah-- uh. Um. Ahaha! Funny story, about that! [He laughs, but his discomfort is palpable.] Heeeeee's. Nnnot here. [And he really, really doesn't want to think about why he is, but Jamil isn't. Kalim really thought everything was getting better after the overblot, but...]

Wasn't here when I showed up and still hasn't come around yet. You're the first I've seen from school since, uhhh... Well, me! [He laughs, lifting himself to his feet with a flap of his pearlescent wings.] Azul and Idia are here, too! They got here before I did.

[Chattering helps him push the distress further back in his mind, giving him the chance to shine that ridiculously bright smile of his right Vil's way.]

Come on, I can take you to Azul's lounge! [And just like that he's looping arms to start dragging him down the street. Sorry, Vil!] 'Said he's got one down here and I was just on my way to give it a look-see!

[fairestqueen]

[Kalim here on his own is almost certainly a recipe for disaster.

...but is that Vil's problem? Not really. He's got his own house to look out for, even if it seems that none of them are here, and no desire to take the place of Kalim's keeper. If his responsibilities as housewarden are temporarily on hold, that just means that he can spend his free time on important things like refining his workout routine and trying new makeup palettes.]

Oh!

[He stumbles after Kalim, more or less keeping upright, though it isn't easy - or as graceful as he would like.]

Slow down.

[An order, of course, not a request at all. But at least he doesn't sound angry, just somewhat frazzled.]

I'm going to break my ankle if we go that fast. I refuse to start my time here with a broken ankle. [A pause.] Can we get hurt here? If we're supposedly dead?

B

[tothosewhobait]

[Moves to step around the person on the ground, knowing better than to risk helping someone up in Hell.......except for when he catches a glimpse of WHO is actually on the ground, causing him to stop and double-take. The surprise alone causes him to slip a little himself, land legs trying to steady himself on the icy sidewalk]

-Vil?!

[fairestqueen]

[It's no easy think to seem imperious when you've just fallen ridiculously, but Vil does his very best.]

Azul Ashengrotto. Why are you here? No - never mind, that's not important. Help me up.

[tothosewhobait]

[Arches an eyebrow at the demand, but will offer a gloved hand]

Why am I here? I will have you know that I have been here far longer than you. Afterall....you have only just arrived, correct?

[fairestqueen]

[He takes Azul's hand and uses it to balance, until he's standing and reasonably steady again.]

Yes. I just - appeared here, I suppose. It's certainly an odd place. Do you know more of it?