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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

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[scots_wolf]

"It is wise of you to bring your own," Urquhart says, walking up to her.

[hadyougoing]

"That's what I hear," Ava says, lips quirking unhappily.

"Long time no see. What is going on around here?"

[scots_wolf]

"Apocalypse," Urquhart says. "Or several of them at the same time, I gather."

[hadyougoing]

She brightens.

"Ooh! I missed the last one."

By dying.

Goddamn Jake Talley, she hopes she sees that guy in hell.

... Not that she's in a hurry to go to hell.