#multigalaxymuses

"Fairest Charlie. May I crave a query of thee?"

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The Doctor lets out a exhausted sigh as he is currently traveling down the sidewalk within a new city he'd just entered, having been walking around for days. sustaining himself on blood pills and using his leverage as a Doctor to get blood from blood banks.

he'd finally come to a place where he might be able to get some rest. some place his pursuers might not immediately find him, just as he was about to try and find a place to stay for the night. there is a sudden SLAP

a paper flowing and smacking him in the face, he'd flail a bit before peeling the paper off and looking upon it.. some poster for a circus in town..

Dad is sitting on the couch looking at old photo albums. Not a problem, but he's also doing this on the couch in the hotel lobby.

Waking up together || Accepting !

@multigalaxymuses sent: "I know we need to get up... but..." - Ricardo to one of your Ricks.

Coming back to his senses with a hangover and a splitting headache was hardly news to AR. Those two things characterised most of his awakenings these days, to the point that he was almost tempted to worry if neither were present whenever he opened his eyes after having passed out, no matter the time.

Of course, there was always the chance that they could be the result of being hit on the head or drugged or both, because that had happened too more than once, but more often than not he had only himself to blame for his poor state. So, it was the most reasonable guess to make.

Biting back a groan, the black market dealer pressed his face against the pillow, as if trying to will the pounding inside his skull again...only to jerk his head up once again at the realisation that the fabric didn't feel as he was expecting. And, now that he was paying attention to it, neither did the mattress. It was far too large and comfortable to be the one he had in his ratty apartment on the Citadel.

Gritting his teeth and ignoring the way his head spun, AR pushed himself to sit up on the bed, sheets falling off his chest and pooling in his lap, and blinked to force his eyes to adapt to the morning light. A brief glance told him that he definitely was not in his flat, nor was it his best friend's. He didn't recognise the room at all.

"W-What the...?" He muttered under his breath, but he was cut off by a voice, a shade of his own, before he could fully collect his thoughts.

Bright blue eyes landed on the man who was lying in bed next to him and suddenly the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Oh. Damn, he must have gotten really drunk if he had let some random Rick take him to his house, instead of going to some space motel or just sticking to a bathroom quickie.

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Cackles

Ever since the Might of Lilith was destroyed and the Hazbin Hotel started gaining more potential winners, Abel has visited a few times with Emily to check in and help out. Right now, though, the winner angel has decided to step away for just a little bit so he can have a look around the immediate district, his curiosity getting the better of him.

For the most part, the sinners and hellborn wandering the streets regard him with either curiosity, avoidance, or even fear; some aren't over the near decade of exterminations, and Abel understands that. Still, he gleefully smiles and waves at any that look his way.

...and then he sees him.

He'd recognize Vox anywhere. After their first encounter, with so many sinners being turned against his and the other angels when they'd arrived to try and make peace, Abel had, in all honesty, become rather afraid of the man.

Abel does his best to keep walking and avoid looking the demon in the eye.