I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark, living in a powderkeg and giving off sparks.
In a Main Gauche sunroom, Andrew Wells is sitting upside down in a chair with his camera, rewatching old footage and snickering to himself. One of these days he's going to find some way to invest in a laptop and some video editing software and actually get this documentary off the ground.
In the same sunroom, but not really paying much attention to Andrew, Piper Paxton is curled up with a book in her lap, and while she looks pretty lost in it, she wouldn't mind being bothered... Mostly because it's Piper and she wouldn't be bothered that much if you poked her with a pin. She's been deeply concerned about Eric and still a little shaken up about what happened a few weeks ago, but she's taking it well... Although that journal entry from that Maria girl reminded her that one day she's going to have to seriously contemplate school.
Ashley Remington is sitting in his room with the door open lest anyone should want him for anything, sorting through paperwork of some kind, because Ashley bleeds paperwork, and where he exists, it generally follows. Whatever it is, it's not particularly important, but you'd think it was with the amount of focus he's putting into it.
And rounding out the Gauche bunch is Missy Ashford who is standing outside the gates of the Main Gauche smoking. She doesn't actually smoke, but she's been irritated enough lately that she might as well start. She's wearing a tanktop so anyone walking past her can clearly see the lines of nasty, badly healed scars from her repeated encounters with humans with guns. She's deeply considering trying to contact that vampire boy again and get herself a nice little job, provided Logan is amicable to it. She needs one after all this.
Over at the Conrad, Mitsuki Takahashi has taken over the conferance room in the basement that Romana used to frequent. No one bothered to move the paperwork and strategy charts and whatever else Romana might have left behind after she died and she's staring at it all, half-wondering if maybe she should clear it off or just leave it alone. The door's open and she'd probably appreciate the distraction from her thoughts.
On the roof of the Conrad Hotel (yes, the roof), Bianca de Luca is smoking a cigar and taking a good long look at the bright lights of the city and not really thinking about anything, especially not the fact that she got another call from her family the other night. Just when she thought the de Luca clan was over that whole 'please come home' bullshit, especially now that she has a ward to think of.
Across the street from the Conrad, sitting on the sidewalk in front of the park, there is a very specific red fox who occasionally goes by the name of Adam Monroe when he's humanshaped (not that he's humanshaped very much these days for reasons he will not say). He's just sort of staring at the Conrad and twitching his tail. It's rather disconcerting, actually, but, hey, it's a fox. What's a fox gonna do?
In a bar in the general vincinity of the Conrad, Bambi Dalton is drinking at the actual bar and looking particularly exhausted. No rest for the weary or at least the overworked forger, but, hey, the money's good and she's gotten a lot done, so she deserves a nice trip to a bar. Feel free to bother her, although if you hit on her, she might punch you.
Speaking of bars, a certain terrorist boy is actually leaving one and this would mildly disturb anyone who knows anything about him, but Julian Sark would be the first to point out that he had a perfectly good reason for being in that bar and it has absolutely nothing to do with the rather substantial amount of cash now in his pockets.
....He was not hustling pool. Really.
In the Kashtta Tower, Marshall Flinkman is sitting in what amounts to his office/lab/whatever with the door wide open, tinkering with something on his laptop. It could be something great that will help Torchwood with their Time Agent problem or he could be playing Pong. It could go either way.
Also in the Tower is Juliet Burke, who is just wandering the halls with no real purpose other than she's really never seen most of the Tower, and she figures that ought to be something she needs to remedy, because it might be handy in the future. Feel free to intercept her as she has no real purpose.
And somewhere else entirely, Vincent Sterling.... Is still in a coma.
In the same sunroom, but not really paying much attention to Andrew, Piper Paxton is curled up with a book in her lap, and while she looks pretty lost in it, she wouldn't mind being bothered... Mostly because it's Piper and she wouldn't be bothered that much if you poked her with a pin. She's been deeply concerned about Eric and still a little shaken up about what happened a few weeks ago, but she's taking it well... Although that journal entry from that Maria girl reminded her that one day she's going to have to seriously contemplate school.
Ashley Remington is sitting in his room with the door open lest anyone should want him for anything, sorting through paperwork of some kind, because Ashley bleeds paperwork, and where he exists, it generally follows. Whatever it is, it's not particularly important, but you'd think it was with the amount of focus he's putting into it.
And rounding out the Gauche bunch is Missy Ashford who is standing outside the gates of the Main Gauche smoking. She doesn't actually smoke, but she's been irritated enough lately that she might as well start. She's wearing a tanktop so anyone walking past her can clearly see the lines of nasty, badly healed scars from her repeated encounters with humans with guns. She's deeply considering trying to contact that vampire boy again and get herself a nice little job, provided Logan is amicable to it. She needs one after all this.
Over at the Conrad, Mitsuki Takahashi has taken over the conferance room in the basement that Romana used to frequent. No one bothered to move the paperwork and strategy charts and whatever else Romana might have left behind after she died and she's staring at it all, half-wondering if maybe she should clear it off or just leave it alone. The door's open and she'd probably appreciate the distraction from her thoughts.
On the roof of the Conrad Hotel (yes, the roof), Bianca de Luca is smoking a cigar and taking a good long look at the bright lights of the city and not really thinking about anything, especially not the fact that she got another call from her family the other night. Just when she thought the de Luca clan was over that whole 'please come home' bullshit, especially now that she has a ward to think of.
Across the street from the Conrad, sitting on the sidewalk in front of the park, there is a very specific red fox who occasionally goes by the name of Adam Monroe when he's humanshaped (not that he's humanshaped very much these days for reasons he will not say). He's just sort of staring at the Conrad and twitching his tail. It's rather disconcerting, actually, but, hey, it's a fox. What's a fox gonna do?
In a bar in the general vincinity of the Conrad, Bambi Dalton is drinking at the actual bar and looking particularly exhausted. No rest for the weary or at least the overworked forger, but, hey, the money's good and she's gotten a lot done, so she deserves a nice trip to a bar. Feel free to bother her, although if you hit on her, she might punch you.
Speaking of bars, a certain terrorist boy is actually leaving one and this would mildly disturb anyone who knows anything about him, but Julian Sark would be the first to point out that he had a perfectly good reason for being in that bar and it has absolutely nothing to do with the rather substantial amount of cash now in his pockets.
....He was not hustling pool. Really.
In the Kashtta Tower, Marshall Flinkman is sitting in what amounts to his office/lab/whatever with the door wide open, tinkering with something on his laptop. It could be something great that will help Torchwood with their Time Agent problem or he could be playing Pong. It could go either way.
Also in the Tower is Juliet Burke, who is just wandering the halls with no real purpose other than she's really never seen most of the Tower, and she figures that ought to be something she needs to remedy, because it might be handy in the future. Feel free to intercept her as she has no real purpose.
And somewhere else entirely, Vincent Sterling.... Is still in a coma.