it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life...
In the lobby of the Conrad, there is a Babel sprawled across a chair, reading a comic book. She's been out and about and has decided that she was cold enough (only having clothes fit for southern California and that big blue jacket which, while warm, isn't quite warm enough) and that it was time to hang out and see what passed through the Wanderers' hotel. So she's staked herself out in an ideal chair for people watching, and then promptly forgot about people watching and became engrossed in the antics of Tank Girl, and is probably giggling to herself.
And on the streets of Chicago is a not-so-tiny teenage werewolf, bundled in sweatshirts but still shivering slightly. She's just dragged her brother kicking and screaming to school, and then decided to skip school herself (it's not like she goes enough for them to realize that she's supposed to be there anyway) and see if she couldn't find something more interesting to do around town. At the moment, Huck is staring longingly at the warm clothing in the window of the shop of a certain diminutive seamstress, fogging up the glass a bit.
And much farther away, at the Main Gauche -- or rather, in the Gauche's parking lot, sits the Skid. And Aubrey, who's finally gotten around to visiting it, possibly because its proclamations of loneliness were getting a little too noisy and gave xem one too many headaches. But now it's quiet again, for definitions of quiet; it and Aubrey are talking. Aubrey xemself is working on something under the dash, the door open despite the cold, in just a sweatshirt. Xe is, apparently, impervious to cold.
And finally, in the Estates' fitness rooms, there's one Arlin beating the fuck out of a punching bag, as it's better than killing someone unless that someone is McKenas Cole. He's probably not very welcome to any sort of interaction, though if one wants to try, one can.
And on the streets of Chicago is a not-so-tiny teenage werewolf, bundled in sweatshirts but still shivering slightly. She's just dragged her brother kicking and screaming to school, and then decided to skip school herself (it's not like she goes enough for them to realize that she's supposed to be there anyway) and see if she couldn't find something more interesting to do around town. At the moment, Huck is staring longingly at the warm clothing in the window of the shop of a certain diminutive seamstress, fogging up the glass a bit.
And much farther away, at the Main Gauche -- or rather, in the Gauche's parking lot, sits the Skid. And Aubrey, who's finally gotten around to visiting it, possibly because its proclamations of loneliness were getting a little too noisy and gave xem one too many headaches. But now it's quiet again, for definitions of quiet; it and Aubrey are talking. Aubrey xemself is working on something under the dash, the door open despite the cold, in just a sweatshirt. Xe is, apparently, impervious to cold.
And finally, in the Estates' fitness rooms, there's one Arlin beating the fuck out of a punching bag, as it's better than killing someone unless that someone is McKenas Cole. He's probably not very welcome to any sort of interaction, though if one wants to try, one can.