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[luthored]

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Lana

[demonologist]

The people from the Typhoon have located their whereabouts and are mounting some kind of retrieval mission. I'm waiting for word as to the success of that. They're being held on Purgatorio which is apparently a penal colony.

How are you faring on your ship?

Wesley

[luthored]

I'm glad that someone's able to do something about that, at least. I feel so helpless here.

As well as can be expected. Sure it's a cruise ship, but it's not really a vacation when people we know are being handled like criminals elsewhere.

Lana

[demonologist]

As am I. I too am feeling rather helpless and frustrated at being unable to participate in the rescue of my shipmates.

Right now? I would kill for a decent bed. I'm in a tiny cubicle thing.

Wesley

[luthored]

I'm sorry. I wish there was a way to just bring you all on board this ship. There's plenty of room.

[Lana Lang]

[onlyanapple]

Oh? How intriguing.

[He'll be sauntering off onto the ship anyway. Just because he has nothing better to do. Yeah]

[Crowley]

[luthored]

[ yeah sure, intriiiguing ]

I'll be on the deck near the pool.

Lana Lang ]

[yeahihidmypants]

I'll be there in... fifteen.

Any particular place?

Oliver Queen

[luthored]

On the pool deck.

Lana Lang ] [ Pool Deck

[yeahihidmypants]

Alright, I'm on my way.

[and he can either continue here or hop up to Crowley... but either way, he's here.]

Pool Deck forever

[onlyanapple]

[And here comes Crowley, sauntering along as if he has all the time in the world, stealthily hiding his concern that Lana will call him over in the first place]