When the world was ending, no matter how much you didn't want it to, if there was an opportunity to escape then it had to be taken. He grabbed the hand of the love of his life and stepped through the portal, into what he hoped was safety but was pessimistically convinced it was just an alternative pathway to destruction. It was time to test this 'immortality' reward- He'd know it didn't work if he felt Hades' fine tailored shoe on his face.

One thing he knew for sure was that this wasn't Tartarus, unless they hired a new interior designer. They'd stumbled onto a beach, which would have been rather scenic if not for the shipwrecks and all the confused people. While he hugged Mark, relieved that he made the journey safely with him, he stared at their surroundings. Well. Whatever fresh hell this was, at least he had the fae he loved with him and he couldn't ask for more than that.

Still, the idea that he left dear friends behind, some of which he considered family, briefly gnawed at him. But Vex was good at shoving away the feelings of loss and moving forward, it was the only way to survive. It would help if he had booze. Maybe he could pester the castaways and see if anybody thought to bring any with them...

Priorities, Vex. Priorities.

One thing this place had above the other, he had his mesmer back. So, when he wanted beach-front property which was already occupied by some poor unknown shlub, Vex didn't hesitate to make him throw himself out into the streets. Look, there was plenty of space for everybody, but that didn't mean that the best locations went on a 'first come first serve' basis, only the strong survived in situations like this and Vex was definitely strong. So was his lovely husband, who helped him 'christen' the place before he tried to figure out what to do with it without the aid of a team of decorators.

You might find him outside of his beautiful new home, viciously yanking off the vines and anything that even remotely resembled nature while sweating and swearing his head off. According to Vex, nature could screw itself sideways and several various colorful phrases.

You may also spot him 'shopping', which was a matter of looting for items he'll need. Essentials, such as alcohol, booze, liquor and oh, he supposed more practical things like spirits and-- honestly he was actually getting some necessities, but he was severely craving a buzz at that moment. Wouldn't you if you just went from Paradise Island to Swiss Family Robinson?

[ Here you have a scruffy looking fae, lounging in his makeshift bed, blankets just barely covering up anything scandalous with his hair flying in all directions. He was clearly not at his best as he spoke at the Daemon. ]

So I just talk to you 'n you tell everybody?

My function is to--

Stop babbling at me like a Vulcan, I got enough of that back home. Plain English, do you know plain English?

I speak it better than you do.

Oi! Well, there ya go, that's better. You sassy piece of shit, now tell me how I'm supposed to use you to talk to people.

In layman's terms, I can record you and broadcast it to everyone.

Brill, so--

Like I'm doing right now.

You're what?!

[ The blanket went flying, and so did the view as Vex scrambled to cover up his newfound "companion", then the video ended. ]