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[middlefinger]

I don't know.

(wynonna takes the glass of whiskey gladly, taking a healthy gulp of it.)

But I'm thinking people will need this place now more than ever -- and not just to drink. But to meet. Talk. Plan. Whatever we need to do next.

[the_vigilante]

Yeah, that's an understatement.

[like really an understatement, all things considered]

At least our new overlord's letting you keep the place?

[stupetballs]

I'm sure he deserved it.

[Because that really doesn't surprise her, knowing Constantine. And honestly, Waverly wouldn't feel comfortable trusting that kind of thing to him either. Even if he is the most knowledgeable.]

Zatanna's solid though. Wynonna would vouch for her too.

[stupetballs]

[She nods, before rubbing the back of her neck.]

Doc and I were just talking about how Lucifer seems to know so much about us and so little about everything else. I wonder of whoever's in charge of Hell gets special ... surveillance powers or something.

[stupetballs]

Yeah, for however long that lasts.

[Waverly has a feeling that this is going to be the kind of situation where they're going to have to play by the rules, and those rules might change arbitrarily, depending on the day.]

Doc is trying to play nice with the new head honcho in charge, but he also knows that Earps are gonna Earp.

[Meaning she and Wynonna are definitely going to wind up making the bosses angry at some point.]

[middlefinger]

I think we should prepare with the assumption that he does. (right now wynonna would rather err on the paranoid side.)

[stupetballs]

[Honestly, so would Waverly.]

You know, the Veiled Order always seems to fly under his radar. I wonder how they do it? If it's because they're not in the hotel, or if there's something else.

[middlefinger]

Hella Shorty's is outside of the hotel -- I wonder if it would be outside the radar.

Not that we shouldn't take other precautions.

(she'll get around to asking john constantine to ward the place.)

[stupetballs]

We could try soundproofing? Searching for bugs? Is there a magical form of bugs?

[She really misses Jeremy. Where is the nerd when you need him? Not that he would know about magical bugs, but he might be able to help with the other stuff.]

[middlefinger]

Probably? I know a few magic users I can consult, and one who would probably help us if we offer him a place to drink.

(she and constantine are not friends but she's seen his magic at work. sometimes the enemy of your enemy is your friend, even wynonna can see that logic.)

[stupetballs]

[She nods because yeah, that seems like the best way to go.]

Time to make friends in magical places, I guess.

[She runs a hand through her hair as she looks around.]

Fitz texted. He wants to meet. I think he's coming up with a plan.

[middlefinger]

(fitz? ugh. wynonna tries to mask her disdain but probably does so poorly.)

I mean, you know I love running in guns blazing but isn't this a little quick?

[stupetballs]

[She shakes her head.]

I don't think that's really his style. I think this is more about taking advantage of the impending distractions.

[Aka all the people planning to be less than subtle about their intentions. Looking at you John Constantine.]

[middlefinger]

Assuming those distractions are actually working. Be careful, baby girl.

(fitz hates her so wynonna doubts he'll let her be involved but she'll be relieved to know cas and aiden are involved. people who can keep an eye on wavelry for her.)

[stupetballs]

I will.

[She doesn't intend to be stupid about this.]

Right now, it's just a meeting.

[middlefinger]

And you'll let me know what goes down in said meeting, yes?

(sorry waves, she's in overbearing big sister mode.)

[stupetballs]

Yeah, of course.

[The more Wynonna knows, the better she can be prepared when things inevitably go to shit.]

I'll let you know what he has in mind as soon as I know.

[middlefinger]

Good.

(and with that wynonna wraps her arms around waverly, she needs a good sister hug.)

[stupetballs]

[Waverly leans into her in return, needing a bit of the same.]

You be careful too.

[middlefinger]

(she holds onto waverly tightly, not ready to let go just yet.)

I'm always careful.

[stupetballs]

Sure you are.

[She knows that there are definitely moments when Wynonna is not.]

Be extra careful.

[the_vigilante]

[Aiden hums. it won't just be the two of them, pissing off the new management]

[though:] You got something in mind?

[he hasn't had much of a chance to think about it, yet. his morning has been one crisis after another]

[stupetballs]

I have a friend who might have something in mind.

[She was speaking generally, but Fitz has already contacted her at this point.]

Have I told you about my friend Fitz?

[middlefinger]

Fine, but only because it's you asking. Anyone else and I'd tell them where to shove it.

[stupetballs]

[She smirks.]

Don't worry. I'll keep your secret.