Rosie's Gala

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #727
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I want a greentext for Rosie being herself.
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We don't know anything about her. What would she be doing?
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1. she's a cannibal
2. she owns an emporium
3. she loves to sing
4. she is full of style and has dominant energy
5. she is classy and likes to look pretty
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Hmmmmm okay then
>Rosie hosts a gala
>Open wine bar
>String quartet
>Unveiling of a few new pieces of sculpture and portraiture
>And of course, dinner
>Caviar, jamon Iberian, saffron fritters, all the usual suspects are on offer
>But what everyone is saving room for is the main course: some boor who commissioned an expensive custom wardrobe at her shop and then tried to skip out on paying for it
>They'll be served with chestnut stuffing and demi glace
>Apple pudding for dessert
>Dress nicely everyone!
>Or else
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more
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>One relative newcomer to Hell gets invited
>Not an especially impressive sinner by any metric, not guilty enough of anything to inspire awe or so innocent that one wonders how they could be damned in the first place
>One of Rosie's guests just happened to find them agreeable and invited them along since they didn't have a +1
>They didn't know they were going to a party hosted by a cannibal
>They were so busy trying to make sure their outfit looked good that they didn't notice the sign reading "Cannibal Colony" on the limo ride over
>They have a huge fuckoff panic attack when they realize what the entree is
>Rosie and the other guests are very worried, not sure what's wrong with their new friend
>Good hospitality is a hallmark of class, and you never get a second chance to make a good first impression. If something is upsetting the new demon at their first party, they want to know so they can fix it Pronto
>They all start crowding around the new guy asking what's got them so upset
>Being surrounded by a pack of cannibals who are all within chomping distance just makes them freak out even more
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>They keep making unintentional Freudian slips relating to eating people

>"What seems to be the problem new meat?"

>"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

>"Jeez, what's eating you?"

>"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

>"Why don't you come over to the buffet table for a bite? You'll feel better on a full stomach"

>"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
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>From New Meat's perspective, this is like a Ritz-Carlton version of that dinner scene from Texas Chainsaw Massacre
>For everyone else it just looks like the absinthe isn't agreeing with the newcomer
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>Eventually someone, genuinely trying to be helpful, gives the apoplectic demon "something to calm them down"
>But in hedonistic, overdoses-don't-matter-anymoee Hell, a "little something to take the edge off" used recreationally is usually a medical grade downer
>Knocks em cold
>To the rest of Rosie's guests, it looks like the poor demon is just going to sleep off their bad trip and be right as rain in the morning
>To New Meat, it looks like they're now the drugged-up hostage of a pack of foppish flesh-eating dandies and quaintrelles