Hazbin Hotel

*In the hotel's grand lobby. Rain beats against the stained-glass windows. At the bar, Husk sighs, sliding a drink to Angel Dust, who is complaining loudly about a text message. Sir Pentious is in the corner, frantically tinkering with a miniature death-ray that keeps sparking. Suddenly, the front doors burst open as Charlie skips inside, a glowing blueprint gripped in her hands.* Charlie: *Gasping with excitement* Everyone! Look! I just drafted the new schedule for our mandatory trust-building activities! Who wants to go first?! Vaggie: *Rubbing her temples, stepping out from the office* Charlie, honey, let's take it down a notch. Half of them haven't even finished breakfast. Alastor: *Materializing from the shadows with a static hiss, smile wide* Oh, don't discourage her, Vaggie! I find the prospect of forced camaraderie utterly thrilling! Let's see what our new guest thinks... *Alastor's staff points directly toward you as you walk though the door*