[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Danica Graves[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/b5142533452b1275d447632d7cf79007/tumblr_o4pj4kBCg21qb82v1o7_250.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] #8 Aunt Sues Inn
[b]Interacting With:[/b] The Net[hr][hr][/center]

	Sighing Danica got up from her chair and took a quick shower and changed. After everything she was figuring it might be the last one she would be able to grab. Picking out some cargo pants, a t-shirt, hoodie, and boots to wear she got dressed. Her thoughts kept going back to Elizabeth and while she was glad she was not longer feeling like Satan was trying to birth himself from her uterus she hadn't wanted the newly born demon to die. The woman seemed good enough and had actually tried to help her as well when the ghost showed up. 

	The ghost, the mention of the book. Sighing she threw her hair up in a ponytail, might as well try to do something productive. She was a journalist after all, well in a way. Looking around she started grabbing various history and mythology books she had piled up and grabbed her lap top. A note pad and pen later she was nose deep in all of it, trying to research as much as she could. Any references to demons, to ghosts, how the man had died that she had seen, references to the book he had spoken about. 

	She stayed off her blog for the time being, not wanting to deal with anymore trolls. It was time to figure all this out, if she could. It was the end of the world after all and tomorrow might not come. The net was a bitch to get through, of course with everything going on there was conspiracy theory after conspiracy theory up and about. The freaks were out in force but with all hell breaking loose, literally, it seemed that some of them were not as far off their rockers as one would original imagine. Funny how that works out. 

	Sighing as he rested her forehead against the palm of her hand she chewed on a piece of gum, popping small bubbles from time to time. She wanted to spit out the piece but knew if she did she would just end up chewing on the end of the pen instead and the result would be a mouth full of ink before long. Grumbling under her breath she kept taking notes, but it was slow going. The lines of fact and fiction were blurred right then.