The Universe's Mixer

After recent events with Cupid Gwen was offically reeling since nothing was making much sense once more. "Just wish I could tell if what happened was a local version of the Rift or something else period" as she typed into her laptop, the Hub computer system still being worked on at the moment. But all this had triggered a couple of nasty mirgaines in the last week or so, proof in the med bottle by the computer screen. Between keyboard taps and file checking she had been nibbling on some pizza that was in the fridge from the night before. "Note to self, redo the shopping list" she made a note on a nearby pad.

"This is one of those moments I wish we had the Archives" she mused under her breath. Of course that was not knowing anyone could even hear her at the moment or could see how miserable she really was.