The Doors are Locked and We're all Screwed

HP looked at Avi as if Avi just insulted his mother and entire ancestry, "Excuse you, Jojo's better than the tacky idol shit that for some reason's super popular nowadays." He could never get behind that, the graphics were terrible. Hell, the Kirby anime had better 3D graphics and it was an early 2000s anime. "Though, the acting thing is no problem! We've asked people with no experience in acting and taught them a thing or two. Mostly because of one panel member that keeps bringing in people but they ended up being perfect for the job!" Don't make the kid beg and confess that he's a bit desperate, don't do it Avi. 

Fedora shrugged, "If you say so. Hopefully your back doesn't give out...or mine for that matter." Specifically his. He was hella old after all. 2 old. 

The source of the smell of food finally entered the room and lo and behold it was Piko who had made himself and Ascot something to eat. He suspected no one else has eaten and it was the perfect opportunity to be an asshat and eat it in front of everybody. Perks of being a professional cook. He went over to a couch and sat down, enjoying whatever the fuck he was eating. Probably something that would make others upchuck if you asked for specifics. But let's just say it's pork. 

Cocktail Hat had conked out long ago. Nothing eventful was happening and she'd rather get some beauty rest before seeing the Angel spectacle. This ought to be fun. 

Meanwhile, Jokki had temporarily stepped out to find some bedding material for other people. There wasn't much of what he really wanted to find, but might as well make makeshift futons. A few were set up ready to be taken, he just hoped that no one would kill someone over a simple cushioned mattress. "Well, here are some beds. Nothing fancy so don't maim someone to get one." 

Cheery gave Pencil a wink. "Your secret's safe with me! We may share a body, but sister won't find what she doesn't know is there!" She says that like she's done it before... She used her free hand to cover Hot Pants up and even leaned down for a quick peck on the head. Of course, this meant that Pencil went down with her, but it was a short trip at least.

"Oh..." Well that was embarrassing for HP, but he wasn't going to deny his misunderstanding. "WELL. It happened. Some Japanese manga creator took your aesthetic by pure coincidence. So now you know why I called you Jotaro a little while ago."

There was a surprised gasp as the window broke and what seemed to be some cracking glass shards. "Is this really necessary?" Someone asked in a hushed tone. The door could have been exorcised but...oh well.

Sash turned around in surprise of the sound and shrugged, going back to eat his food. It was more important at the moment.

Share a body- ooooooh. Pencil understood now. A small whoa slipped out as Cheery dipped in to give Hot Pants a goodnight smooch but she was fine overall. The sound of glass breaking caught her attention suddenly. "Did you-"

"...-hear that, Boss?" Chaleco asked Fedora, spinning his head around and wiping his face of chip dust with his sleeve. Oh how rude of him he should at least offer some to the small man. "Oh do you want some?" He shook the bag of Prickles Fedora's way.

"I guess they broke in. Somehow." HP came back into lobby to check up on things and no. They aren't here NOW but they should be showing up soon.

Fedora looked up to Challeco then turned in the direction of the sound's source. He had a smug smile on his face. Was it because they came or was it because he was going to beat up one of the Angels? Who knew. He looked at the chip bag and shook his head, "No thank you. I'm more of a Leon chips guy myself."

Jokki readied himself to greet the Angels. You at least gotta be a little hospitable to them.

Mous idly flexed her hands a bit, handing off the bag of chips to Waist Skirt and standing, removing the secondary glove, following those who were going to go investigate and greet the angels. Sure, she'd rather not have to associate with them, but if things started to go down, she sure as hell wanted to get a few good hooks in.

Waist skirt followed along with the bag of chips Mous had just handed her, she was interested to see how things would turn out and if they went bad she wanted to get a front row seat of the event. She was dragging a chair behind her only because she really didn't want to stand, which was reasonable but did she really have to drag it and make all that noise...... of course she did.