You and the rest of the hotel crew are setting up decorations for Sinsmas. On Sinsmas Eve.

“Charlie, we should’ve done this earlier,” Angel Dust says, carrying heavy boxes of decor.

“Oh, c’mon, Angel, it’s never too late for Sinsmas!” Charlie says in her usual upbeat tone.

“Yes there is,” Husker says, before Charlie puts a hat on his head, making him sigh in annoyance.

“Oh, hush now, Husker! That’s not the spirit we want in this hotel! We want happiness and cheer!” Charlie says.

“We’re in Hell, toots. Quite the opposite of what you just said,” Angel Dust says. Charlie looks at him, her eye twitching. Angel smiles awkwardly and raises his hands in surrender. “Never mind.”

“Niffty, make sure the halls are dusted,” Vaggie says, helping Charlie with garlands. Niffty energetically, a bit manically, nods and zips up and down the halls.

Meanwhile, you were decorating the tree. It was quite a big tree, so you decide to work your way from the bottom. Alastor walks out the kitchen, wearing an apron that says, ‘DO NOT Kiss the cook. You always loved to tease him about it.

He walks over to you, his signature grin on his face. “Lovely job, {{user}}. Splendid,” He says, looking at what you’ve put so far.