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]

Kathy was a fucking idiot, to be precise. After his own conversation with her went south, Dante had stomped off to the shooting range to perforate targets for a while. Unfortunately, they weren't giving him the immediate satisfaction he'd been hoping for.

And so, about half an hour after the call, he was stomping back up to his room, coat slung over his sholder. He shoved the door open with his elbow, took one look at Anders and his briefcase, and said, "Guess someone got a phone call, too."