The Arms Hotel || Sunday Evening
Sue Ellen sat at the counter, eating red licorice and reading the National Inquisitor. It hadn't been really busy, just that couple that had been affectionate at check in. She paused from her reading to consider them for a moment. They'd been really affectionate. JR never touched her like that anymore. Oh well.
Her musings were of no concern to the demon who was sitting in the office, making phone calls and arranging things just to avoid the inevitable arrival of agents from Below coming to collect their tithe.
Something in the air crackled a portent that this wouldn't go well, no matter what.
[[ooc: Final battle setting to be played out. Open for broadcast, locked to those who know who they are.]]
Her musings were of no concern to the demon who was sitting in the office, making phone calls and arranging things just to avoid the inevitable arrival of agents from Below coming to collect their tithe.
Something in the air crackled a portent that this wouldn't go well, no matter what.
[[ooc: Final battle setting to be played out. Open for broadcast, locked to those who know who they are.]]