[writing] Back to the Good Omens/Warehouse 13 trenches.

Or: Where is the flaming sword which was given unto thee?
Or or: Artie's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Summer

“Allow it? We don’t - this isn’t a lending library! The whole point is that people can’t just come pick up Artifacts whenever they please!”

Artie, just be glad Claudia's nine and thus not here to call the Weird Shit Reports around Adam's powers coalescing the Pingpocalypse, before she could think better of that phrasing.

Meanwhile, somewhere in DC, Pete is drinking away one motherfucker of a Bad Vibe.