The Doors are Locked and We're all Screwed

Hairpin removed his namesake from his hair and summoned a small chip. Wow that did not look like much, but it would give him the ability to mold the ghost into shape. Maybe. Momentarily taking off the lab coat, he rolled up his shirt's right sleeve. It revealed his prosthetic and with a push of a button, a little latch opened up. He inserted the chip into his prosthetic which gained a red tinge to it. There, now he was ready. Rolling down his sleeve, he put on his lab coat once more and approached the work area Avi was at. "Alright, molding first. Coding can come at a later time." Somewhere at the work table there was a button of sorts. Hairpin pushed it and a hologram screen projection showed up. He slid that in between both him and Avi, showing off a high res picture of a keyblade. "And here's our reference picture." 

"Orale, that sounds chido!" That meant she was alright with it. Again, it's not like she has any recommendations of her own. "That sounds familiar though..." Perhaps because of the context of the current situation and how literally everybody was panicking. 

Boredom is dangerous. It makes you do things that might make you uncomfortable or get you in trouble. This is especially true it you lead a large group of demons in a quest to conquer all that you see. Triple that if you have another personality that is something of a womanchild that like to poke around in places. From behind the hellbent group, a dark green mop of hair appeared from the void like an overly happy parrot on your shoulder.

"HIIII!~~"


The fiesta has been crashed. RIP Fedora.

Jesus Christo did that scare the red head's back straight. "Epa!" Chaleco said, managing to catch Fedora as he fell into his lap. As he got up, carrying the boss in arms, he met with another earful, this time in Portuguese, that nearly knocked him back down. Regardless he kept his balance and waved meekly to the demon. This was the absolute no right? She seemed a little bit different from the first time he saw here. A lot different.

It took Fedora a good while to register where he currently was. Embarrassment filled him and he quickly pushed Challeco away, looking off into the opposite direction of his subordinate. He was glad other Hellbents weren't around, especially his younger sibling, because he would not hear the end of it. "A little forewarning would be appreciated, you know." Fedora hisses at Cheery. "We don't need more management change for the Hellbents, they're barely kept together as an organization after all." He cleared out his throat a little. Well, he wasn't going to sit back on that couch, it has been contaminated with Demon germs. Eugh. 

Hairpin stared at his arm, and then at the soul he was handling. Crafting seemed fun, but it's been a while since he's properly coded something. Taking the soul, he went back to his computer workstation and inserted the soul in a test tube of sorts which quickly filled up with some sort of liquid. "You take care of actual handling, I'll take care of some coding with this Greed based soul to show you what I meant by using Greed over Envy. He began typing away on the computer, a few mouse clicks here and there, and sometimes some furious enter key taps. After being at it for a bit, the coding became long enough to show a scrolling bar. He would click a certain button and the ghost began morphing into a shape. This was a preview of sorts to check if the coding was correct. So far so good. Taking the 'preview' off, he kept typing while making some revisions here and there.

"Can't there be some peace? It's the dead of night and you're all giving me a killer headache with your screaming..." Jokki was rubbing the sides of his heads. Jesus, what's with everybody screaming? "Perhaps we should all call it a night. Clearly none of us can fix the door situation and some of us are already sleeping. We may as well get some rest to have enough energy for the morrow." He says that, but like hell was he going to sleep. It was probably still early in the evening. "Or, at least, we should set up bedding arrangements for all the employees and staff while our scientists find ways to open the doors. It seems like we'll be here well into the night."

Cheery just gave Fedora a look like a lost bird. "But I did give you warning, I said 'Hi!'. Was I to loud? I'm sorry, I just wanted to see what's going on...since, y'know....stuck here..." Aww, now she looked downtrodden.

...

This IS the same demon that could benchpress half this building, right?

Tapping her chin, Cocktail Hat tried to remember what she has seen. Nothing about Dr. Strangelove rang a bell. "Nah, when you grow up in an impoverished area of town you don't really hear much outside of local channels. My stuff was more along the lines of El Chavo del 8 and Novellas. Have you seen any Novellas? They tend to get pretty great." 

"Of course you were loud. Next time, at least tap someone's shoulder..." The mention of bedding arrangements made Fedora antsy. Shit, he was going to be stuck here for the night. With a snap of his fingers, Tuxedo Mask straightened himself up. "What is it, daddy?" Fedora ordered Tuxedo Mask to get him a blanket somewhere, and with that order did Tuxedo Mask take his leave for a while. And so that he doesn't lose a good place to sleep, Fedora takes up residence in another couch which was empty. This was his domain now.

The new face caught Jokki's attention. He squinted at this...poorly dressed demon. How did anybody let this pass? This was surely a violation of dress code, but it was after work hours, he had no authority to nag this demon about it. "Nice for you to join us. Perhaps you can make a contribution to open the door? We're all having trouble and can't get out. If it stays that way, we're as good as stuck." 

Chaleco just stood there, hands behind back, and nodded along to Fedora had to say to Cheery. Once it was announced that bedding arrangements were to may as well be made he covered his mouth and whispered “sleepover” off to the side. He excused himself for a moment, whipping out his pretty pink bedazzled phone to make a call. Soon as the call went through he was met with angry woman’s voice asking him where the hell he was. God damn at this point he was going to go deaf if one more person yell into the poor boy’s ear. “ estoy bien… si… mama te prometo nada mal paso! Voy a… mama escuchame por un minuto por favor. Voy a pasar la noche con un amigo para estudiar. Si… Si. Okay love you too mwah bye.” Phew. Glad that was over and done with.