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[hadyougoing]

Some people fiddle while Rome burns.

Ava Wilson drinks coffee.

Fyarlbucks, to be precise-- with Bar kind of on the fritz, or so she hears, she thought it best to bring her own. Outside is a huge mess, so she's hanging out by the Observation Window, under a stable or at least stable-looking quadrant of roof, to info-gather while the gathering's good.

(Unrelated to current doom, her cami reveals a pink discoloration running around her shoulders, as if she has been recently lasso'd by Wonder Woman and it left a rope burn.

It's actually mostly healed. She's just kinda pale.)

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[scots_wolf]

"We could set up a game where the side wins which breaks the rule most often before the apocalypse," Urquhart says, "but I don't know who could keep count, and after the apocalypse, we don't get to hear about who won. So it's a bit of a stupid game."

[hadyougoing]

"Suuuuper fun though," Ava replies with a faint, speculative grin.

She sighs.

"Damn, dude, I don't want to never see this place again. It literally saved my afterlife."

[scots_wolf]

"Yes, if the alternative is a job in hell?" Urquhart says. "You do need a place to take a breather."

[hadyougoing]

She smiles, and doesn't add that the second alternative is a victimhood in hell.

She's pretty sure she'll kick ass and take names there eventually, anyway.

"Was that a pun?"

[scots_wolf]

"I don't know?" Urquhart says. "Do you have the feeling that it was?"

[hadyougoing]

"If I do, and if we're all going to die anyway, could I have my demon friends rip you to little pieces on the way out?"

Pleeeeease?

[scots_wolf]

"If I'm dead enough, I won't mind," Urquhart says.

[hadyougoing]

She points.

"I'm so gonna remember this later."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart laughs. "I'm so not going to mind, if I'm already dead as a doornail."