So lock the windows and bolt the door, 'cause I've got enough problems without creating more.
Vincent is standing outside the police station, looking gruff, but perfectly reasonable at the outset, but, under that, he's seething and kinda wishing he could knock some heads. He has absolutely no idea what's going on in the city and there's been no real leads, but considering he once had respectable contacts in the police force, this is as good a start as any. He brought Martin with him, because after getting threatened by whoever's running the show up here, it would probably be idiotic to go in alone, but he's not looking for a fight.
After all, fighting in a police station is pretty much visually stunning, but tactically dumb.
In the Kashtta Tower, a victorious Juliet has a basket of muffins that she is now carrying down to the lobby- each one is individually wrapped in a little baggie (they have hearts on them, so they were probably the victims of a half-price post-Valentine's Day sale), and somehow this gives the impression that Juliet may just have spent all night on this task. But, hey, now any new wanderers who visit the Tower can be treated to fresh muffins. Comfort food is needed, dammit.
Marshall is poking at some contraption he's building on the workbench (which is actually just one of the extra tables in the room that he's appropriated for a workbench since this is his office now) with the precision of someone so focused on the task that they'd probably flail if they were disturbed. Not that that should stop anyone, because Marshall would probably flail a lot anyway. 'Tis the season to be flaily.
Jack Bristow is somewhere near (but not entirely in) Silent Hall, glowering at it like it's caused him some great injustice in the past. In truth, it has. He's still pissed about this damn thing being too close to his damn piano... And okay, really, he's just lurking around the first floor in case anyone needs him and glowering at Silent Hall is better than making people nervous with his stalking about.
Bristow fears not your creepy, Tower.
Sark has decided to take advantage of the lounge for no reason other than the couches are oddly comfortable and he hasn't been sleeping well since, um... Well, Sark's never been much of a sleeper for several reasons, but stress and the occasional nightmare don't make it any easier and he's had enough of both to make it very hard to sleep properly. And despite the comfortable couches, he's not actually doing much sleeping on them either. Mostly he's just staring at some spot on the wall and contemplating the meaning of life... Or possibly contemplating the fact that it's really annoying that he's gotten far too used to being absolutely useless, which is much more depressing.
In the Casa del OT3, Des is pacing. The city's gone to hell, Cy's missing, and like hell he knows what to do about any of it, and that just means he's going to be spending a great deal of time wearing down the carpet in the Casa's living room and checking the journals obsessively. The news is on in the background, which is probably not helping matters.
And Bambi Dalton is being a true Angel of Knowledge. She is annoyed as fuck that she has no idea what's going on and hell if she's going to rest on her laurels when she has a perfectly illegitimate wanderer-catering business to think of and her boss happens to be a wanderer. Technically, from what she's heard, the Org's just sort of backing away slowly from this, because like hell are they going to draw attention to themselves right now. Bambi, on the other hand, just wants some fucking answers. So she's lurking in seedy pubs, hoping to wheedle her way into a conversation with some of these bastards.
After all, fighting in a police station is pretty much visually stunning, but tactically dumb.
In the Kashtta Tower, a victorious Juliet has a basket of muffins that she is now carrying down to the lobby- each one is individually wrapped in a little baggie (they have hearts on them, so they were probably the victims of a half-price post-Valentine's Day sale), and somehow this gives the impression that Juliet may just have spent all night on this task. But, hey, now any new wanderers who visit the Tower can be treated to fresh muffins. Comfort food is needed, dammit.
Marshall is poking at some contraption he's building on the workbench (which is actually just one of the extra tables in the room that he's appropriated for a workbench since this is his office now) with the precision of someone so focused on the task that they'd probably flail if they were disturbed. Not that that should stop anyone, because Marshall would probably flail a lot anyway. 'Tis the season to be flaily.
Jack Bristow is somewhere near (but not entirely in) Silent Hall, glowering at it like it's caused him some great injustice in the past. In truth, it has. He's still pissed about this damn thing being too close to his damn piano... And okay, really, he's just lurking around the first floor in case anyone needs him and glowering at Silent Hall is better than making people nervous with his stalking about.
Bristow fears not your creepy, Tower.
Sark has decided to take advantage of the lounge for no reason other than the couches are oddly comfortable and he hasn't been sleeping well since, um... Well, Sark's never been much of a sleeper for several reasons, but stress and the occasional nightmare don't make it any easier and he's had enough of both to make it very hard to sleep properly. And despite the comfortable couches, he's not actually doing much sleeping on them either. Mostly he's just staring at some spot on the wall and contemplating the meaning of life... Or possibly contemplating the fact that it's really annoying that he's gotten far too used to being absolutely useless, which is much more depressing.
In the Casa del OT3, Des is pacing. The city's gone to hell, Cy's missing, and like hell he knows what to do about any of it, and that just means he's going to be spending a great deal of time wearing down the carpet in the Casa's living room and checking the journals obsessively. The news is on in the background, which is probably not helping matters.
And Bambi Dalton is being a true Angel of Knowledge. She is annoyed as fuck that she has no idea what's going on and hell if she's going to rest on her laurels when she has a perfectly illegitimate wanderer-catering business to think of and her boss happens to be a wanderer. Technically, from what she's heard, the Org's just sort of backing away slowly from this, because like hell are they going to draw attention to themselves right now. Bambi, on the other hand, just wants some fucking answers. So she's lurking in seedy pubs, hoping to wheedle her way into a conversation with some of these bastards.