Hazbin Hotel AU Murdermedia - Cruise Ship AU (Pick who you want to be)

Vincent Whittman was a famous television star, the face of the new dawn of entertainment. He was known worldwide for his broadcasts, his voice echoed in every house with a television.

His boss, Bob, had decided that Vincent needed a break, otherwise he would get too burnt out. As much as Vincent wanted to keep climbing higher, to shine brighter, Bob insisted, saying that he'd cover the costs, to persuade Vincent even more. Bob told Vincent to think of it as "A well earned sabbatical".

Eventually, after a lot of persuasion, Bob got Vincent to agree. Apparently Bob had booked Vincent in for a cruise ship, a week trip. It was one of the large ones with a theme park, casino, shops, etc.

Bob also mentioned that to save some costs, he'd be sharing a room with someone who worked for one of the companies they were partnered with.

'Great'- Vincent thought 'A week away, stuck with some random prick I don't know'

Eventually, the day came and Vincent boarded the ship. After checking in, he found their shared room. It was small, but he supposed he'd just have to manage.

The room had two double beds on either side, a small bathroom, balcony, and kitchen area (Which the only appliances were a microwave, fridge, and an electric kettle). As well as a small television in the corner, and a wired phone to call room service.

Vincent settled in, placing his bags down on one of the beds and lying down on it. He 'was too fucking tired to look around the cruise, that can be done later.'

Vincent also noticed the other person he was supposed to be sharing a room with hadn't arrived yet. Hopefully they either wouldn't show up or wouldn't be a fucking pain in the ass the whole time.

Alastor was a famous radio host. The star of New Orleans, however his voice was heard all across America. Much similar to Vincent, Alastor was sent on the cruise from his producers. Of course, he'd rather not go through the trouble and just stay back working, however he wasn't given much of a choice.

To make matters worse, apparently he'd have to spend the week stuck sharing a room with some idiot working in a television company, Which was partnered with the radio business Alastor worked for.

Alastor already hated television enough, and now he had to spend a week with some entitled prick who worked at that company? Sigh- 'Kill me already.'

After a while, finally, the dreaded day came. Alastor boarded the cruise, checking in. After a while of looking at doors that were identical to one another, he finally found the right numbered door. Scanning the key card, he entered to be met with-

...

Oh.

A random white man sleeping on one of the beds with his shit cluttered everywhere.

'Tch. Does nobody clean up after themselves these days? Typical.'

Alastor placed his baggage neatly in a corner next to the empty bed he assumed was his, Looking around the room for a bit before settling in properly.

'Hopefully this white man isn't a bigoted entitled asshole like most are. Or this week would be even more of a living hell than it already will be.'

Alastor sat on his bed, waiting. Whether it was for his "roommate" to wake up, or until Alastor had enough energy to actually go out and explore the cruise.