Waverley Watts
Location: Road -> Beyond the Veil
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"Nothing, just...seems like more stations are down than usual is all," Waverley replied when asked about her suspicious radio-activity. 'I have a pirate radio station I plan on hopping on ASAP even as the world falls apart around us,' 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.
"Yeah - right over there." 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: Pierce the Veil. In dark purple neon, a pair of slanted, cartoonish eyes straddled the sign's 'the.' Other than a fair amount of graffiti on the outside walls, the place was otherwise unmarked - no windows either. "It's, uh, bigger on the inside. I swear." With that, Waverley's hand lowered back to her phone, pulling up the bar's group chat. 'Weird shit's going down - brought a few strays home. Who all is still at the bar?'