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hellhouse2019-06-27 03:47 pm
herpetreaper) wrote in hellhouse2019-06-27 03:47 pm
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WHO: Diego Hargreeves & Malach HaMavet
WHERE: 2nd Floor, Dining Room
WHEN: Backdated to the 23rd (morning)
WARNINGS: Updated as needed
This was new. He was in a diner one moment ago, watching The Girl stuff waffles and chicken in her face as he worked on a plate of fries. Holding a fork with a half bitten piece of steak in it was not on the menu at all. He sat the fork down carefully and blinked, feeling groggy. That wasn't normal either.
Running a hand over his face he let out a breath, feeling strange. His body protested in a few aches, but nothing strange. Lifting his head he looked across him to see that Virginia wasn't seated there but a man instead.
"Hey..." he said on a whisper, then a bit louder. "What's going on here?"
He pushed his chair back and--wait, why was he dressed in a suit? A black suit. Almost a three piece. He frowned, hand running down it in confusion. There was something very wrong about all of this. He lowered a hand and snapped his finger to the side, intending to summon a reaper to talk to, but nothing appeared beside him. That was weird too.
Thought all this he stayed very calm though. Collected.
WHERE: 2nd Floor, Dining Room
WHEN: Backdated to the 23rd (morning)
WARNINGS: Updated as needed
This was new. He was in a diner one moment ago, watching The Girl stuff waffles and chicken in her face as he worked on a plate of fries. Holding a fork with a half bitten piece of steak in it was not on the menu at all. He sat the fork down carefully and blinked, feeling groggy. That wasn't normal either.
Running a hand over his face he let out a breath, feeling strange. His body protested in a few aches, but nothing strange. Lifting his head he looked across him to see that Virginia wasn't seated there but a man instead.
"Hey..." he said on a whisper, then a bit louder. "What's going on here?"
He pushed his chair back and--wait, why was he dressed in a suit? A black suit. Almost a three piece. He frowned, hand running down it in confusion. There was something very wrong about all of this. He lowered a hand and snapped his finger to the side, intending to summon a reaper to talk to, but nothing appeared beside him. That was weird too.
Thought all this he stayed very calm though. Collected.
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He seems to collect himself a little quicker than Diego manages and as he looks at his outfit, Diego realizes that he is also dressed in some old fashioned formal wear. He screws up his face in confusion and disgust. Did someone change him? Where the hell was he? And where was his family.
He stands, grabbing the silverware by his place setting and turning them over in his hands, the chair scraping against the floor as he pushes it back. "You tell me."
It's possible this guy also doesn't have any idea what's going on, but it's also possible he'd playing dumb. The snap had clearly seemed to mean that he expected some kind of servant to appear. "Who the hell are you?"
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