Vox's ample bosom
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The vest moved by unseen hands, folding into a neat pile while aloft, but, try as he might to angle his cameras remotely, he could still not see what propelled this odd reality. Then a swath of dark, flaxen yellow filled the screen as an arm reached to take the folded garment. A familiar rich goldenrod fabric with thin pinstripes, faded to amber from many years of well-loved wear, of a turtleneck he had hidden in a neglected box at the back of his closet for decades now.
As it moved, a sudden distortion filled the screen and his eyes flew wide. The hand at the end of that sleeve... had red claws.
"Alastor!?" he cried as he shot to his feet, only to sway woozily from the vertigo of too many exposed pieces and pulled taught wires.
"Ah, hello Vox, my dear! I was wondering how long I would be waiting," a cheeky grin and one pixelated, glowing eye became visible as he leaned into view.
"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!"
Vox is the unfortunate victim of an acid rainstorm and an old friend drops by to nurse him back to health.
A late piece for the Day 5 Sick/Rain prompt of RadioStatic Week!Series
- Part 1 of Uncharted Waters
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“You are cordially invited to the maiden voyage of the Vice Cruise Lines, courtesy of the Vees!”
"While in our care, you will be able to enjoy a virtual reality experience within a construct of our making: A full scale cruise liner within a controlled virtual reality environment to mimic the finest tropical getaway the Living World, Heaven or Hell could conceive."
As Alastor reached the bottom, he realized that his invitation included a postscript.
“Didn’t hear from you, but I guess you’ve been held up. It's not quite a dinner date, but maybe you’ll spare an old pal some of your time - V.”
The sentimental man had even doodled a small squiggle of a heart on the bottom, similar to the little electrical arcs Alastor sometimes elicited between his antenna. Alastor flushed and tossed it into a void in space, feeling utterly ridiculous as he tried to needlessly smooth the front of his suit.
That thrice-dratted, bold, incorrigible charmer...Vox's newest project reveal is the perfect opportunity to get the radio demon right where he wants him... or is he the one caught within Alastor's claws?
A cruise fic for RadioStaticDressUpWeek!Series
- Part 2 of Uncharted Waters