Diva didn't stick around too long the night before.  She did have a home to return to before parents became suspicious, even if it would have been productive to spend some time with her fellow vigilantes.  Sometimes she really wished more of the Cleaners were close to her age, so she could justifiably invite them over.  As it was, she'd have to figure out other ways to socialize easily.

She did stick around long enough to get the gist of the current mission, not that it took particularly long with such little information to go on.  "Wait and see" after a build-up of it being something seriously bad with a body count in the double digits already was...not really a great start, either.  But, it's an interesting start, and one had to wonder why the gang was targeted.  Didn't sound like they were in any real danger, at least from the initial report.  

The next day, Cash contacted Diva to specifically request her presence.  Such things always elated the young woman; nothing quite stroked the ego of an idol like being specifically booked for a gig.  Never mind that it would probably mean risking her life.  Such concerns didn't tend to register for Honoka.  She did her best to excuse herself from such prior engagements like school.  Not that there would be that much difficulty in producing an actual excuse for her to disappear, if her claim of sudden illness weren't good enough.  She was going to see a friend in a high place, after all.  

The trip through the city took a slightly different route for Honoka than it did for those Cleaners leaving from the Cafe.  It was no shorter, nor less scenic, however.  And otherwise uneventful, beyond Honoka proudly announcing herself as the entertainment, in addition to her name, when asked by the security robot.  Any time spent traveling with fellow Cleaners would be filled with small talk, mostly speculation on the nature of the current mission.  

There's really little doubt at just how filthy rich Lawrence is, with the sheer quality of his arcology-enshrouded residence.  Honoka curiously peered into the windows, trying to catch a few glimpses of how the rich and powerful lived.  It was a shame they weren't invited indoors.  Although anything involving a plastic tarp and a chicken would probably be better done outdoors?  

While not usually so faint of stomach, the idol gagged at the sudden, bloody detonation of what was just a few moments ago a living thing.  "Ugh.  You just [i]had[/i] to ask us to imagine that, didn't you?  I can't stop.  Ew.  Just...no."  She paused to look away and take a few deep, calming breaths,  "So, that's what happened to your 20 mobsters?  Eugh.  That some sort of new spell, or...what?"  It didn't quite seem like one.  Just draw a symbol and stuff...explodes?  Magic's usually flashier or more involved than that.  Certainly is for her own methodology.  "This can't just be the latest black magic bad mojo, or it would be more the Prohibitum's job, wouldn't it?"