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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[harderdaddy]

That makes sense, or at the very least is a plan of action, and Anthony nods, keeping a firm grip on Nicky's hand as they move.

"We should keep an eye out for suits..." In case they loose that atmosphere. He feels like he remembers that being mentioned somewhere, of course no one ever thinks they'll need them, and he can't dig up where exactly those might be stashed for passengers in an emergency.

[verynormalturnipseller]

"There's emergency oxygen, um, by the elevators? But that only addresses one problem." You'd only have a shot at dying more slowly that way. "Suits would be good but they're definitely not everywhere, and... The crew area is furthest out." He goes palet at that thought. It's harder to be instinctively optimistic with all these awful sounds.

[harderdaddy]

"Right. Okay, then- we see if we can't find our way to a pod, an' if not, they we try for the elevators. They'll look for people there," he reasons. He sees the colour drain from Nicky's face and stops to press a reassuring kiss to the corner of his mouth. "We got this."

[verynormalturnipseller]

He smiles weakly, thinking of his sister. And other people! But mostly her. "Elevator. We gotta get further out, anyway." Another scary sound, this one a soft, slow scrape-

And that's when the gravity gives up, he discovers when he jumps at the noise and kinda... Keeps floating into Anthony.

[harderdaddy]

Wincing at the noise, things only get worse as they start to drift, and Anthony tries to catch hold of something to slow their slow momentum, all while keeping a fast hold on Nicky.

"Shit-" Used to the occasional flip flopping of the gravitational force in third class, he tries to keep vaguely upright in case it abruptly returns and sends them crashing back to the floor. "Hold on." He manages to kick against a wall to get them floating back in the right direction.

[verynormalturnipseller]

He is not scared enough to fail to appreciate the rescue. He clings in a way he wouldn't to the smaller man if weight mattered at the moment. "Sexy," he says dazedly before he takes a deep breath. It doesn't steady him much. "I guess we hold onto the wall?" Handholds are regulation in a ship, but they're not all that aesthetically pleasing. These are shallow and spread too far.

[harderdaddy]

It makes Anthony smile despite, well- everything, a brief lopsided smirk. "I try~"

He swallows thickly, and tries to give a calm nod, scanning for the nearest ones with a soft frown. "There," he points as they drift, catching at the wall to slow them.

"Can you reach?"

[verynormalturnipseller]

He swings out and just manages. Being gangly isn't so bad. He only catches with his fingertips, but without gravity it's just barely enough to stop them. "Plan hasn't changed. Elevator?" Elevator is concrete. Elevator might actually work.

[harderdaddy]

"Elevator," Anthony confirms, cursing whatever engineer set these hand holds. There'd be less risk if they could just pull themselves without having to lose their safety net.

Another loud rumble as the lights flicker, briefly pitching them into darkness before the emergency ones take over with an eerie glow. "...oh good, this was lookin' like it was gonna be too easy."

[verynormalturnipseller]

He clings for a second, like a spooked date at a horror movie. That was freaky. "Well, at least the backup's working," he says a little weakly. Pulling them along would be kind of fun if stuff weren't so dire. "There, I think that's the elevator entrance ahead." It's... He was hoping it'd be lit up, making noise, suggesting incoming rescuers.

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[deerme]

Good evening, Angel Dust. [ The voice alone should give away who this is, despite the fact that they haven't spoken. ]

I've an important matter to discuss with you.

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[harderdaddy]

Oooh, hey Smiles. [Fuck, it feels weird imagining Alastor on the other end of this without picturing a classic old phone.]

What kind of important are we talkin'? Should I have a drink ready?

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[deerme]

[ If only, Angel. He'd definitely prefer that. ]

Important enough to come to your room to discuss it. I recommend having several drinks ready.

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[harderdaddy]

[Well shit, that does sound serious.]

Shit, uh- yeah, I can arrange that. What are you, a whisky guy? Door'll be unlocked.

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[deerme]

[ There are steps that need to be taken, and Alastor's got an idea on how to best handle it. ]

Whisky will do fine. I'll be there shortly.

[ Alastor does arrive at Angel's door a few minutes later, knocking first before letting himself in. He does look around, but he'll take a seat somewhere without ambling about. ]

First, it may be a good idea for you to place your communication device somewhere out of your own reach. [ To be fair, Alastor does the same - face down. ] I'll get straight to the point. Vox has arrived and you're more vulnerable to him than you're aware of.

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[harderdaddy]

[The room is much the way it had been at the hotel, obnoxious pink and neon, decorated with posters and polaroids, and maybe fewer sex toys littered about than usual, your welcome Al. Fat Nuggets snuffles around Alastor's feet curiously, while Angel frowns uncertainly, but removes his device from his chest fluff and sets it out of reach.

His 'nose' scrunches, and he preemptively tops up their glasses with that news.]

I ain't thrilled ta see him or nothin', but what does Vox have ta do with me?

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[deerme]

[ He didn't have much reason to step into Angel's room back at the hotel, Niffty did most of the clean up around there. Yet he appreciates the scant number of sex toys.

Alastor does take one of the glasses. ]

Vox has had you as his sleeper agent for a long time now. Sending him important tidbits of information so that he could build his master plan. He's hypnotized you and since the fight with the angels, drawn you back in to use you before tossing you over to Valentino again.

I've no idea if he still has this hold over you here, but you should be aware of the danger to better help yourself.

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[harderdaddy]

[The oxygen seems to seep out of the room, and Angel blinks numbly, shaking his head slowly.

No.
No. That's not-
He would never-

Flashes of lost time jump to mind, and a sinking feeling settles over his chest.]

How-... how long-?

[How long has he been betraying his friends? Was any of his independence really earned, or was it all just Vox puppetting him into a beneficial position??]

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[deerme]

[ Alastor silently lets Angel process this. They might be demons who earned a place in Hell, but even he finds disgust in what Vox and Val do to Angel. Which is why he had to bring it to light, no matter how ugly it is.

There's a lot to take in and feel, and he's hardly the best at comforting...

But he does reach out to lay a gentle hand on Angel's shoulder. ]

Not even I can say. I do know that Vox doesn't care for the people of the hotel, that's you. Even if he planted you at the hotel from the start, every feeling you've ever built there could never belong to him.

Here you have a great deal of people willing to help you. Ones that could provide you an extra sense of safety. Your Warden, John Doe and myself and Lucifer if you'd like. [ Along with whoever else Angel trusts here. ]

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[harderdaddy]

[The touch shakes him from at least temporarily from spiraling, and he blinks like Alastor's broken a trace and nods, trying to draw up that mask, latching onto his anger so he doesn't have to feel quite so vulnerable.]

How much ya think killin' the bastard a few times'll set me back on this whole graduatin' thing? That still on your bucket list?

[Fuck it, he's all ready exposed, he lets his gaze soften a little., head tilting.]

You'd help even outside a the Hotel? [Are those attachments, Al? Speaking of.] It true you an' Lucifer are like...an item now?

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[deerme]

[ Alastor won't leave here without knowing Angel has someone here for him. Not just because of the potential of Vox using him, but to help him through that spiraling mess. He's gotten used to doing it for Lucifer, though he's certain Angel has someone who will hold him through it.

That question has Alastor laughing, a bit of an unhinged one. ] Ah~ I asked someone something similar not too long ago. [ With more cannibalism involved, of course. ] Killing him is still on my bucket list, but I'd prefer it to be a permanent one which I wouldn't get here. If he attacks first, I'll defend myself but I'd rather not end up in Zero or needing a babysitter.

[ Or having even more of his powers taken away. ]

I would. You could say I have a spot of a sentimental nature for those of the hotel. [ It's good for Niffty and Husk being there. ] What you've heard is true. We are dating.

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[harderdaddy]

Eh, it's a trade off. I blew away plenty of fucks on the regular back home. Good stress release.

[He shares a smirk, and drains a good portion of his drink. He'll have a good break down about this later. Neither of them want Alastor to have to manage the spider in tears.]

Aww, ya gettin' soft, Smiles? I knew ya'd fall for my charm eventually~

[He thinks back on the two and their constant bickering.]
I dunno which one of you is the masochist, but I can see it. Happy for you guys.

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[deerme]

Indeed. Before any attempts are made at killing, you should reach out to those you trust and at least talk to John about his way of protecting you from being controlled. As a fellow inmate, there is only so much I can about Vox's hypnosis.

[ There's a sly grin at the question and a chuckle. ]

Who ever said I didn't have soft spots? Only few can claim them.

[ That grin doesn't vanish when Angel brings up the idea of which one is the masochist, but he does take a sip of his drink. ]

Thank you. Should you need us, we are a call away. Visit 417 any time you wish, though I do keep it locked to myself and Lucifer. Best not have someone walk in at inopportune moments. [ Whether he's eating or otherwise. ]

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It’s very shortly after Alastor leaves, probably, that Taylor is knocking on Angel’s door.

“You home?” She knows he is.

[harderdaddy]

There's a delay in Angel opening the door, holding himself with his lower arms

"Does everyone on this boat know shit about me I don't?" he greets with an accusing pout, sure it can't be a coincidence she's visiting him.