This isn't my house.

[static crackle]

-elling you, there's no six-foot wooden crosses in here, so unless you want to come look yourself, maybe get someone in here to clean the prop room once in a while...

Adam?  Adam.  Hey.  Goddamn ear jacks.  Helloooo.

Hell--

[sounds of a door opening]

....oh.  Fuck.

[ooc:  Back in the City, and standing outside the doors to the Hall of ( Read more... )