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Care to join me for a drink sometime?

Last time I check, America wasn't about dictatorship and this is still the good ole USA.

About time to reenact the Boston Tea party, B-town style.


Be a sheep if you want, but I don't do rules, especially one that kills people I know and even love.


It's on.

I wouldn't try anything if I were you. Be smart.

Alright gang.

Angel Investigations is now open.


What is that? Let me enlighten you! We specialize in the strange and paranormal cases that cops hate to fool with, will take on any case and help those that can't help themselves.


That's us, so come on down if you have an issue.

Where's good place to go out for drinks? This girl is bored.

Day walkers...really?

I'm not impressed.

The last ball I went to, isn't the greatest memory.


Might skip out on this one.

A little birdie told me that there's a wolf in The Quarter. That's a no no.

Well, that is certainly not the most odd place I've ended up...mysteriously.

Is someone trying to tell me something? I mean, waking up in a church? Really?

Welcome to my city!

Seems to be a lot of new faces roaming around the Quarter...and what kind of host would I be if I didn't show some hospitality?

Maison Bourbon, everyone's invited. We'll have some drinks, lay some ground rules and get this party started.

Laissez les bons temps rouler

Anyone have the 411 on this place?

I guess it's at least nice that we have somewhere to stay, but we don't belong here. And if I'm not returned soon, my dad will probably shoot someone.

I have tried everything I can to leave, but that woman is right. Somehow we're all trapped in the city.

Since we don't know how long it will last, might as well get to know each other. I guess.

Hello everyone, I'm Alex.

Okay, we still don't really know what's going on here... Well, sort of. But there is a hotel that's agreed to house you wayward travelers for now, until we can figure this out. I understand some of you have already found it. For those who haven't, it's called Hotel Monteleone, and it's on Royal St.

I'm Sophie, and I'm sorry for these circumstances, we're trying to work out what happened...but for now it appears that no one can leave the city. That's not an order or a suggestion, it's the truth. There is some kind of barrier that is keeping people in.

I so didn't need this to deal with on top of everything else.

Well, ending up in a strangers dining room when they are about to have dinner could have gone a lot worse. They invited me to stay.

Now the question remains, why am I in the French Quarter in New Orleans.