Room 322, Tuesday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Kathy was an idiot.

Kathy was suicidal, and irrational, and self-important, and probably a few hundred things Anders couldn't put words to quite then. He kept replaying their conversation in his head, except somehow in those versions he found the exact right thing to say to convince her to portal back immediately and let Los Angeles take care of itself.

And somehow, while he was having those discussions with her in his head, he found himself throwing some clothes into a bag and looking up portal prices to her LA. Because jumping right into the middle of things was obviously the most logical way to deal with a friend intent on fighting a zombie apocalypse.

[OOC: Primarily for one, but open.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Wouldn't hurt," Dante said. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Portalocity can get bogged up, right? Don't want to be scrambling for another portal."

[not_every_mage]

"Right," Anders agreed. "The last thing we want is to get anybody stranded there."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Bet Kathy would just love that," Dante muttered. "Right." He let out a breath. Plan made. That should be a relief. And yet. "Fucking zombies, though. Jesus. How fucked is that?"

[not_every_mage]

"Completely fucked," Anders agreed. "Especially the part where if they bite you, they get another zombie. That's a nightmare."

[rebelseekspizza]

"There's gonna be a million of them in no time flat," Dante said. "She thinks she can stop that, she's nuts."

Tiny bouncing girl vs zombie hordes? Not gonna happen.