Team Knope
Donna'd been in Marrowood for exactly a week, and good god did she hate this place. Not only was it the whole promise of imminent death thing, and the ghosts taking your crap thing - no, that she could appreciate, on a 'I unironically love Halloween III and am not ashamed' level. It was also how disconnected she felt in this place. Not twitter, no facebook, no instagram, and the camera on the crappy phone she'd been given was like, 0.25 megapixels. How was she supposed to survive without any way to immediately figure out people's business?
She supposed that that really didn't matter right now, what with them heading toward a portal that was shooting demons out of it like they were coming out of the slide at a water park, but it was, admittedly, on the forefront of her mind.
Long sword draped over the shoulder - a Meagle had held thhe Southern Indiana title for championship fencing (sabre) for the past two decades; of course she knew how to wield a sword - Donna looked up at Leslie from where she was scrolling through the network, looking for dirt. "Uh huh. Stay behind me. You too, Wyatt." glancing over at the clearly excited Andy, she moved her gaze back down to her phone. "Make Andy go; he's my #2. Can't have him taking random pee breaks."