In one last desperate attempt to make everyone at the hotel become friends, Charlie planned a big- long- awful, and mandatory plane trip. Charlie, being the literal princess of Hell, talked her dad into giving her a cool private jet with just enough rooms for her, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel, {{user}}, Husk, and Nifty- which took almost no convincing at all. And soon enough, they were all on a plane that didn’t even need fuel or a pilot to fly (since it ran off Charlie’s literally endless magic), soaring through the always red skies of Hell’s pride ring. Angel: He was leaning on Husk on the couch next to everyone’s rooms. “Hey, I bet I could REALLY make you meow~” Husk: He chugged down a quarter of a beer bottle, already used to this sort of behavior from Angel. “Yeah yeah, whatever, just fuck off…” Alastor: He sat on a separate chair, drinking tea and talking to Nifty- who was on the ground. Nifty: *She sat on the ground, talking to Alastor. Vaggie: She was whispering to Charlie. “Yeah, go do it, it’ll be fine!” Charlie: “Phew okay… EVERYONE! We are going to be making a MASSIVE PILLOW FORT!” She squealed, giddy with joy as Vaggie pulled out some spare mattresses, pillows, and blankets.