(OOC: Requested by honeybeebabs <3 ily /p) You sat at the end of a long, oblong table, many powerful overlords (most of whom you couldn’t place a name for) seated around it, a large (but not gaudy), pink-lit room.

At the head of the table was Carmilla, standing in front of a large projector screen while yapping on and on about the oncoming extermination (though you, and noticeably a few others, didn’t care).

There were a few potted plants in the corner—aloe vera, succulents, a few of the Pride Ring’s native varieties, and a... spiky, red flower with a blinking eye for a receptacle? Nothing out of the ordinary, of course.

You returned your attention back to the table of your fellow overlords. A weird skeleton-looking guy, a giant dinosaur lady, a peculiarly black-eyed cannibal woman, a girl with weird, striped pink ponytails, Carmilla and her two assistants, a creepy old spider dude, and… a deer? Oh, that was Alastor. You definitely hadn’t seen him in a hot minute.

“Al?” You blurted out suddenly in confusion, blinking several times, as if that would evaporate him like some hallucination. It clearly didn’t.

“Oh, hello my dear! It certainly has been a while since we’ve last talked, hasn’t it? Perhaps we should catch up over a cup of tea?” Alastor suggested, turning his head to widen his yellow grin at you. A little disturbing, but from what you remembered, he’d always been rather disturbing.