Jennifer gasped, “That sounds awful. It’s like Hades but at least something interesting might happen to you in Hades. Why wouldn’t everyone there swear their soul to the Hells? You start as a cute little larva and then you get to be part of Lord Asmodeus’s great plan for the multiverse as a Baatezu. It’s a much better deal than oblivion in my opinion.”

Admittedly she was glossing over how not every larva got to be a true Baatezu, but she was sure all the ones that applied themselves could achieve greatness for the glory of Baator.

Jennifer looked at Unit, still perplexed. “You don’t have a soul? That doesn’t seem right. You’re sentient after all. Can you be resurrected? We could probably check with my dad. He’s got a good sense for those kind of things, and it must suck to think that nothing might come after life.”

Marty sang along with the various songs as she skated ahead, around, and behind the group,  Clapping delightedly at the accompaniment and every time she heard a new song. "We used to sing together and tell stories back home. Summer evenings and long winter days.  Some of my brother's had very good voices.

"We didn't have scry pads.  Or much time for cartoons even if we did.  Farming takes up your day most of the year.  Would have been great to have in the winter though.

"There's something called the Astralnet and Scry Network News available in the lobby.  Maybe those could play your cartoons?"

She was skating backwards now, facing the people she was speaking to. "Hey! Anyone know 'Leave her Johnny?'"
 

Rae listens to all the talk about souls and hells and such when she's not leading the rapscallions in song. She looks confused, but uncharacteristically doesn't comment.  Instead she perks up when Marty requests a song and starts to sing the chourus.

"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her"

Chi-Chi grabs all her meats from the wagon once all is settled and throws them on the ground near the cauldron. Nearby, Neil bobs up and down and looks distressed as the Drow cheerleader from earlier, no longer in her cheerleading outfit but instead in a smart sweater and jeans, is scribbling in a pad.

"And I'm assuming I can write this up as 'starting a bonfire in the quad without a permit'?"
"But it's not... I just helped carry... there's no fire..."
"Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. But as student body president, if I let this go, I have to let everybody start fires, and then where would we be? On fire, that's where."
"ohhh. Just give me the ticket."