[Filtered to Hyperion residents and JLA members]
So, there's a plane sitting on the roof of the hotel. No, really, there is. I know you can't see it, but it's cloaked. It's leaving ASAP, but I don't have the reflexes to pilot and I flat out refuse to let Terry fly it until all the Valium, Xanax, and everything else is completely out of his system. It also needs some body work.
And Terry, yeah, about him. The reason he's here is because he ran into some ridiculously strong dreg a warehouse in Santa Monica. The guy was killing people, apparently, and that's why I'm bringing it up. It wasn't the whole vampire/supernatural killing people thing, just like... a regular human killing people. A regular human killing people and shoving a bunch of sedatives into my best friend's neck. Xanax, Valium, Rohypnol, and Restoril. A few others too. It was like a cocktail thing. I'm taking care of him though. You know, with my non-existent doctoring skills.
But yeah, I thought that was worth bringing up. Dreg killing people in Santa Monica. We should... do something about that?