[Vaggie has been awake for at least ten minutes by now, and she's still trying to wrap her head around what has happened to her. she was in the hotel, with Charlie and the others, and now she's in some cold, barren wasteland. she's also in clothes that she is sure she was not wearing a while ago. did someone undress her? creep... she'd be more angry if she weren't so cold. where the heck is she?
she wanders for a while, treading carefully through the snow with her arms firmly crossed in an effort to keep warm. she's trying to find other people to talk to. eventually, she sees someone in the distance. her steps quicken]
Hey! [she calls first to get your attention. she's shivering a little, but not as much as she feels like she should be, given the circumstances] Do you know where we are?
ii - rain
[the rain comes out of nowhere, and Vaggie does not have an umbrella. she growls as she ducks under an awning, looking like an angry wet cat. annoyed, she pulls out her phone to check messages and just waste time. but the rain doesn't seem to be letting up, and she feels more wound up than usual. augh!
scanning the shops, she spots one a little ways away that has umbrellas in the front window. so she starts running for it. once inside the shop, Vaggie curses under her breath. her clothes, her long hair, everything is soaked through!]
Guess there's no point in this now.
[she'll glare at the umbrellas as though it was their fault that she's wet]
iii - egg
[there's an egg. in a basket. on the table. Vaggie wonders how it got there. she's staring at it. she pokes the egg. it rocks back and forth from her touch]
Uhhh... I'm betting that this isn't food.
[the egg rocks again, insistently. Vaggie wonders what the ball is for. playtime? it's all white, with a thin red trim around the middle, and a white button. she presses the button directly, but nothing happens. there's also what appears to be animal food in a bag? though it's labelled Pocket Monster Food. what is... a pocket monster? is that what's going to hatch from the egg? Vaggie doesn't know if she wants this.
she goes back to poking the egg before pressing her palm against it. it's warm... something is moving in there. the note says it's going to hatch soon, so maybe she should try finding out more information about it before it does. she hooks her arm through the basket loop and heads off to start talking to people]
iv - wildcard
[got any other ideas? toss them here, or reach out to radiodust to plot!]
Vaggie || Hazbin Hotel || winter
[Vaggie has been awake for at least ten minutes by now, and she's still trying to wrap her head around what has happened to her. she was in the hotel, with Charlie and the others, and now she's in some cold, barren wasteland. she's also in clothes that she is sure she was not wearing a while ago. did someone undress her? creep... she'd be more angry if she weren't so cold. where the heck is she?
she wanders for a while, treading carefully through the snow with her arms firmly crossed in an effort to keep warm. she's trying to find other people to talk to. eventually, she sees someone in the distance. her steps quicken]
Hey! [she calls first to get your attention. she's shivering a little, but not as much as she feels like she should be, given the circumstances] Do you know where we are?
ii - rain
[the rain comes out of nowhere, and Vaggie does not have an umbrella. she growls as she ducks under an awning, looking like an angry wet cat. annoyed, she pulls out her phone to check messages and just waste time. but the rain doesn't seem to be letting up, and she feels more wound up than usual. augh!
scanning the shops, she spots one a little ways away that has umbrellas in the front window. so she starts running for it. once inside the shop, Vaggie curses under her breath. her clothes, her long hair, everything is soaked through!]
Guess there's no point in this now.
[she'll glare at the umbrellas as though it was their fault that she's wet]
iii - egg
[there's an egg. in a basket. on the table. Vaggie wonders how it got there. she's staring at it. she pokes the egg. it rocks back and forth from her touch]
Uhhh... I'm betting that this isn't food.
[the egg rocks again, insistently. Vaggie wonders what the ball is for. playtime? it's all white, with a thin red trim around the middle, and a white button. she presses the button directly, but nothing happens. there's also what appears to be animal food in a bag? though it's labelled Pocket Monster Food. what is... a pocket monster? is that what's going to hatch from the egg? Vaggie doesn't know if she wants this.
she goes back to poking the egg before pressing her palm against it. it's warm... something is moving in there. the note says it's going to hatch soon, so maybe she should try finding out more information about it before it does. she hooks her arm through the basket loop and heads off to start talking to people]
iv - wildcard
[got any other ideas? toss them here, or reach out to