// Welcome To Hell! (non-threatening) / Spoken / Saint Bedlam, Hell
In an Apartment in Saint Bedlam, a new damned soul, a man named David Shwartz, wonders the halls, looking typically distressed
Ekko: Oh, Hello!
Dave: Oh, uhh... hi...
Ekko: Are you alright?
Dave: I mean, I could be better...
Ekko: Hey, puts their hand on Dave's shoulder I know you're probably scared, but Hell isn't nearly as bed as medival art and pop culture would have you believe!
Dave: Uh huh...
Ekko: If you had anything truly evil, you'd be in the Pitt, and since you're in Saint Bedlam, you're likely someone quite interesting. This is a real hotspot for arts, culture, it's got a great club sce-
Dave: So is the Pitt still an option..?
Ekko: ...Sorry? Why would you want to go in th-
It takes a moment for Ekko to connect the dots
Ekko: You're a masochist, aren't you?
Dave: cracking a mischeivious smile Yeah.
Ekko: Well, there isn't exactly TORTURE in the Pitt, it's just a big ditch we throw all the dictators, serial killers, and so on, so they don't cause the rest of us any problems.
Dave: "Us"?
Ekko: Oh, you know. You, me, the rest of the damned and demons. We're all in the same situation here, forsaken by a uncaring God and cast to another realm. I think you'll find there's true comradery between souls like you and beings like me.
Dave: So you guys don't have a superiority complex?
Ekko: No, but I suppose you'd be into that sort of thing.
Dave: I thought this place'd be freakier, to be honest.
Ekko: It is for some! In this city alone there's 13 sex clubs alone.
Dave: And do YOU ever go to those? He gives a suggestive smirk
Ekko: Oh, uhhhh... No, I'm asexual.
Dave: Oh, shit! Sorry about that, man! Hope I didn't make things weird.
Ekko: No, you're fine, I appriciate the apology though, you seem like a very sweet guy, really.
Dave: My name's Dave Shwartz, by the way. You live on this floor too?
Ekko: Good to meet you! I'm Ekko Locria, very pleased to meet my new neighbor. You really should visit my apartment some time! Well, if I can get it semi-clean...
Dave: *laughs* Join the club. About the nearest sex club..?
Ekko: Points to Meg's apartment Ask my friend Meg, she lives there.
Dave: Thanks, Ekko.
//cool guy / Spoken / laundrymat
Mark looks over at Susans landry basket
Mark: Hey! Destroy Destroy Destroy, I love that band.
Susan: Huh? Oh yeah, they're pretty great.
Mark: Singing They often die when Uranus fucks the sky!
Mark continues singing the lyrics to Destory Destroy Destroy's Born of Thunder. Susan starts to sing along. The owner looks at the two of them sternly from behind the counter. They stop singing and struggle to keep the volume of their laughter down to a minimum.
Mark: My name's Mark, by the way.
Susan: I'm Susan.
Mark: Good to meet you, man.
Susan: Yeah.
There is a brief pause
Susan: Do you have a Discord?
Mark: Ehhh not really, I can just give you my number, if you wanna text me though.
Susan hands Mark her phone. Mark looks slightly suprised.
Susan: You can just like, put it in the contacts if that chill.
Mark: Oh yeah! He types away on the phone. We should hang some time, you seem cool. He hands her back her phone.
Susan: So what other bands do you listen to?
Mark: Hmm... there's a lot of weird ones. I mostly listen to experimental, metal, and like... Post-Rave, I think? Whatever Machine Girl is.
Susan: They're early stuff is like, breakbeat hardcore or breakcore I think? Like IDM. I then they're newer stuff leans more into digital hardcore.
Mark: Oh, that's a good name for it!
Susan: Did you ever listen to 1-800-PAIN during the Hyperpop craze?
Mark: No, but I listen to 100 gecs a lot. I like a lot of that Sigilkore stuff that was going on a bit ago. Like Siouxie Sista, I like her stuff a lot.
Susan doesn't respond, it appearing as though her social limit may have been reached. They do laundry, occasionally saying non-descript pleasentries to one another.
Mark: He takes his laundry and heads out the door. See you around, Susan!
Susan: Yeah, cool meeting you.
// Doctor's Appointment / Spoken / Location: Therapist's Office
Mylo: I don't feel like a bad person, I just... I feel like my family would think I am.
Dr. Mel Brown: You seem to have a lot of baggage pertaining to your father in particular. What was He like?
Mylo: Kinda overbearing. Wasn't crazy about me coming out as nonbinary.
Dr.B: That must have been taxing, you're father not approving of your gender identity.
Mylo: Yeah...
Dr.B: Why do you think He didn't approve?
Mylo: Maybe He was just worried about people not accepting me. That's what I'd like to think, anyway.
Dr.B: Are you worried it was something else?
Mylo cries blood.
Dr.B: Do you need a tissue?
Mylo: I don't know if those are big enough...
Dr.B: I'll hand you a couple from the box.
Dr. Brown takes a handful of tissues and hands them to Mylo.
Mylo: Yeah. I worry about a lot of things.
// A night disturbed / Spoken / Location: A Saint Petersburg apartment
A loud crashing noise is heard in the kitchen, Mylo goes to investigate
Mylo: Hello?
A winged figured is seen hunched over by the fridge. Mylo yelps
Ekko: Hon...
Mylo: Oh! It's jus- laughs Sorry!
Ekko: Sweetie you're absolutely fine, I was the one who startled you.
Mylo: No, you're ok, I was just worried.
Ekko: Worried?
Mylo: Yeah.
Ekko: That's an odd choice of words. Are you ok, buddy?
Mylo: Oh, yeah I've been fine. Just... thinking about stuff.
Ekko: Miss home?
Mylo stares at Ekko silently. They relocate to Mylo's room.
Mylo's room: Red tears stream down Mylo's eyelid.
Mylo: You don't know what it's like, Ekko...
Ekko: I'm sure I don't, my father didn't withhold love.
Mylo: He never withheld love, just... affection.
Ekko: Funny idea of lov- Sorry, I know you're relationship with you're dad is... complicated. I should be more empathetic, leave my own families generational baggage aside.
Mylo: Thank you. I love you, Ekko.
Ekko: I feel fortunate to you're friend.
Mylo: Yeah... me too.
Ekko leans on Mylo. Mylo moves all four wings around the Hellbat
Ekko: Mind if I fall asleep here?
Mylo: No, I'd love that.
Ekko: Hrrmm... Thanks bestie.
Ekko's drifts off to sleep, they are both silent for the remainder of the night, aside from sleep-talked gibberish