[center][h2][hr][hr][color=purple]Waverley Watts[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d4f8b02bc3fc96e0a3a20351b36c3691/3542b667aca4c58b-5d/s1280x1920/26a354a690e9e6bf683ded6a2d00cfed8bc41f85.gifv[/img]

[i]Location: Road -> Beyond the Veil
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[color=purple]"Nothing, just...seems like more stations are down than usual is all,"[/color] Waverley replied when asked about her suspicious radio-activity. [i]'I have a pirate radio station I plan on hopping on ASAP even as the world falls apart around us,'[/i] didn't seem like it'd start the kind of conversation Waverley wanted to have. Plus, lying about the Manhattan Underground had long since become instinctual. 

[color=purple]"Yeah - right over there."[/color] Waverley nodded towards a narrow brick building on the corner. A sign dangled out in front of the front door with words stacked on top of one another: [i]Pierce the Veil[/i]. In dark purple neon, a pair of slanted, cartoonish eyes straddled the sign's [i]'the.'[/i] Other than a fair amount of graffiti on the outside walls, the place was otherwise unmarked - no windows either. [color=purple]"It's, uh, bigger on the inside. I swear."[/color] With that, Waverley's hand lowered back to her phone, pulling up the bar's group chat. [i][color=purple]'Weird shit's going down - brought a few strays home. Who all is still at the bar?'[/color][/i]