<strong>Tabs</strong><br/><br/>Tabs wandered through Hell! There was probably a song about that somewhere. After an encounter with a CR-appropriate number of lemures (the number was always 'too many' when dealing with shambling blobs of barely-sentient goo), an attempted breakout on the level entirely assigned to telemarketers (so that's where the call centers got outsourced to), a coffee with Anubis (which mostly consisted of him grousing about not being respected any more and barely letting her get a word in edgewise), and not one, not two, not three, but<em>four</em>Borgias in a row trying to bum change off of her (according to them, to pay for postage to get the histories about themselves changed), it occurred to Tabs that Hell was probably a large place and that she might want some kind of directions to be able to find her hot date in time.<br/><br/>After all, if there was a song about this, wasn't there a...<br/><br/>Highway. There was a highway in Hell. The sound barriers alone were seventy meters high and spewed fire at anyone trying to get across, but<em>please</em>, like that would actually deter a real hitchhiker?<br/><strong><br/>Darclight</strong><br/><br/>"You wouldn't get me saying no," Auxilia said, looking extraordinarily pleased with herself at his reaction, almost like she preferred the anticipation to-<br/><br/>-one of her drones (apparently having sneakily slipped into the water, using the mer-ghost's pleasured squeals as cover) peeked out of the water in front of Conway, "oh come on, if you lay it on any more he's going to explode," she said, diving down again. Auxi-prime rolled her eyes at the drone and gripped Conway's shaft, gently at first, more firmly once the drone underwater started to lick at the tip, coordinating hand and tongue with complete precision.