Las Vegas Network

[Filtered to Magic Users]

I'm probably going to need to enlist your help. It isn't that I don't love the smell of death, rot and decay, I just don't think it matches the general image I'm trying to project to the world.

And since most of the dry cleaners in this town are uh, deadish, I think I need some magic to detox my threads.

It's so strange that large groups of people can get into this place, yet we still can't seem to find a way out.

[Armitage Hux]

So you might be the only person here who has their wits about them. I'd like to learn more about what things are like for you, where you're from, if you'd like to perhaps have a chat over lunch?

[Sirius Black]

Are you still alive?

I'd ask why I went from chasing all manner of Reapers in a half-destroyed London to waking up in a much smaller Las Vegas than I remember, but I've dealt with much weirder shit than that. So, what year is it, exactly? And are any of my crew here?

I don't know why everyone seems so upset about being here. I'd take this over drowning any day.