[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/5xwkbgd73/8402167275e0247750f8d47a1609230f.png[/img][hr][img]https://s17.postimg.cc/59n3mo9mn/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@Peridot][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]December 29th, 2016 - 9:45 A.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=9999ff][i][b]The Streets - Washington D.C....[/b][/i][/color] 

	Ricky shook his head. He didn't know any super secret O.M.E.N. transportation methods - he was just familiar with the traditional ones. Walking all the way to Boston was out of the question. Driving would take them a little under seven hours and they didn't have a car. Sure, they could fly and be there in an hour and a half, but that required tickets. And tickets meant money - which they don't have. "I'd say fly but...Not really sure how we'd get there," Ricky admitted. He thought for a moment. "Do you have any military contacts who could help us out? Otherwise...we could take a bus and be there by nightfall..."

[color=9999ff][i][b]Sayuki Household - Boston, Massachusetts...[/b][/i][/color]

	Mallory thought about it for a moment. "I don't know," she then admitted. She was honestly surprised to be alive still. Her existence depended on the cloak that would increase Hel's powers exponentially - and yet, she still drew breath, somehow. "We should keep on moving," Mallory suggested. Sayuki made another attempt at walking, only to fall backwards and stumble into her wheelchair once more. But she couldn't have looked happier. 

[color=9999ff][i][b]Coventry Horrors Hotel - Coventry, Massachusetts...[/b][/i][/color] 

	Folly stared at Thalia for a moment, before letting out a slight sigh of relief. It was always comforting to know that you weren't the only one going mad. Maybe there was some sort of logical explanation behind what was happening to her, beyond just stress and a genetic disposition for insanity. If this was how she'd live the rest of her life...Folly wasn't too certain that was a life worth living. "Maybe we don't contact O.M.E.N. then," Folly suggested. "But...Lilith, you should try the spirit approach." 

	"Maybe we just need to contact a hunter and they can contact O.M.E.N. for us..."[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#C39BD3]Robin Ramírez[/color] & [color=00ffcc]Aloise Zamora[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s17.postimg.cc/wmm321jsv/ezgif-2-0869d8c78d.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#C39BD3]Location:[/color][/b] Room 307 - Hunter Hotel, Omaha, Nebraska ---> Home Depot!
[b][color=00ffcc]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Mariana Garcia [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]	Robin nodded - she didn't think she'd have any issues. And if she did, well, there was always a good excuse for some impromptu target practice, then. Anyone who responded to that type of advertisement in her opinion was bad news and deserved to be robbed of their fluids - or shot in the balls with a crossbow - whichever one she felt like in the moment and would help them prevent Hel from destroying the world. The latter was the priority to achieve, of course. 

	Once Aloise and Mariana got into the car, the drive to the nearest Home Depot didn't take all too long. Traffic was light and it wasn't too far from the hotel they were staying at. Finding a parking spot, however, proved to be a small nightmare. It seemed that everyone had decided now was the perfect time to brush up on their home improvement skills and take on a new project. And when there wasn't a car in the space they wanted, someone had been too lazy to put their cart away, parking it there instead. [color=00ffcc]"We need to make a shortlist of the supplies we need exactly,"[/color] Aloise said, once they found a spot to park.