Swatting the Roach Ver.2 part 2

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #623 and #624
part 1: https://pastebin.com/nY8MM5Yi
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>As you approach the dining hall, you encounter Vaggie pushing the dining cart with the Hotel's breakfasts on them, appearing from the revolving door to the Kitchen.
>You attempt to at least be civil, after functioning on maybe 3 hours of sleep last night.
>'Morning, Vag! How's tricks?'
>She eyes you up with some form of expression and can't place, and then, smiles.
>'Morning. Full English for you, right? Orders from Charlie.'
>'That's the one.'
>You pull the right hand handle of the double doors, and wave her inside.
>'After you.'
>She smirks and pushes the cart.
>'How very chivalrous.'
>You follow her inside the lavishly carpeted room.
>Charlie doesn't particularly like residents sneaking off with their meals to eat in their rooms. Thinks it's anti-social behaviour, or something. One of the first things she said upon your induction.
>So, everyone dines together.
>She is so much like a mother, you think, smirking.
>And there is the lady in question. Deep in conversation with Niffty about something, as she sips her coffee.
>Alastor is sat alongside her, silently brooding things over. You can never tell what he's thinking. Nor what he's eating. It's just a mass of red, soupy... matter.
>Husk is placed across from Alastor, with a bottle halfway down, and grumbling about something. If he wasn't dead, he'd have wasted away his liver a long ago. He seems to only drink alcohol.
>And Angel. The one person you really wish you didn't have to see right now.
>You sit at your place alongside him, place your napkin on your lap, and just manages to take a sip of your water before he starts laying into you.
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>'What was that about, then Anon? You tearing off into the night like that, ending up in the back of beyond, when I needed you.'
>'There was something I had to do. After what you told me, I couldn't just sit and do nothing!'
>'Get some perspective for god's sake! What do you think you can hope to achieve against him?'
>'Sorry.'
>You shrug.
>'Trade secret. It's for me to know, and for you to find out.'
>'I-'
>He starts to say something but stops himself.
>He just shakes his head.
>'What would I do without you, eh, Anon?'
>THUNK
>'Ow! What was that in aid of?'
>'Boys!'
>You both spin your heads round.
>Charlie is staring.
>'No violence at the tables.'
>'Sure thing, Charlie.'
>Angel shrugs.
>Charlie turns to you.
>You blow out of your nose.
>'Pfft. Fine, 'Mum.'
>You made sure to exaggerate that last word.
>Alastor's silence is broken as he smirks and starts to guffaw.
>'Hehehehe... Very apt, Mr. Anonymous. I should be taking your material down. You could write a joke book with all your dry wit, Hohoho!'
>He dabs the corners of his mouth with a napkin, clearing off some of... whatever it was he was eating, and set his cutlery down.
>You shoot daggers at the demon.
>He smirks back, knowingly.
>The sound of the tuning of a radio accompanies his question.
>'Have you... processed the information I gave to you for our little plan?'
>'Yes I have.'
>'Excellent, my dear fellow. Ah, and here comes breakfast.'
>He licks his lips.
>The plates are all placed in front of everyone sitting by Vaggie, and as she takes her seat, everyone tucks in.
>As you devour your hearty breakfast, Niffty pipes up.
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>'Just before breakfast, I went to check the briefing room, and someone has been in there.'
>Everyone looks up from their meals.
>'Wouldn't happen to be any of you would it?' Niffty interrogates, eyeing everyone at the table.
>You pipe up, saving everyone from awkward silence.
>'Actually, it was me. Sorry'
>'IT WAS SO DIRTY', she screeches.
>'Not my fault.'
>'I expect a thorough clean by the time I inspect it again, Anon.'
>Chastised by the cleaner. As if this day couldn't get any worse.

>After breakfast, you retire to your room for some rest.
>Lucifer knows you need it.
>Sleep is eluding you, at the moment, however.
>You draw the blinds halfway to block some of the light, and saunter over to the record player you keep in the corner.
>Fishing through the singles, you decide on something... nice, for a change.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMxRDTfzgpU
>With the press of a switch, the record needle lifted from its place, and set itself down on the 7'.
>Within 3 seconds, the dulcet tones of the singer lifted your spirits immensely.
>'We have all the time in the world...'
>You sigh happily.
>'Always liked this one', you thought to yourself.
>You put your arm on the glass of the window, looking out at the city in the early morning light.
>Angel, stood on the corner, chain-smoking, as usual.
>You forgot, it was a Tuesday.
>Tuesdays and Saturdays were his 'corner days' as you called them.
>A car rolled up to the kerb, and the window was rolled down.
>Travis popped his head out, talking to Angel.
>Travis
>Nice guy, you thought.
>For the little you'd spoke to him.
>One of Angie's most prolific customers.
>The concluded their conversation, and Angel hopped into the passenger seat and the car drove away.
>You settled down on the bed, letting sleep claim you.
>As you drift off, you hear the last few lines of a verse.
>'We have all the time in the world
Just for love
Nothing more, nothing less, only love...'
>If only it was that simple.