Pass the evening, bring tomorrow (How could we know that night would bring us into daylight)
Fritz has made her way to the neighborhood around the Kashtta. She's not exactly the most pleasant-smelling person in the world at this point, which tends to divert the crowd, but she doesn't even notice. This city is a lot more interesting than what she was hoping for.
In the neighborhood around Calisto's warehouse, Aniki salvages more bits of the old, flattened neighborhood to try and make the warehouse more secure. It's time to start laying traps and organizing the troops. If the CLF has supernaturals on their side, wanderers and their allies need to prepare to act against them. She doesn't like thinking so military, but then, she's not in Corus any more.
Ruvin stands a short distance from the still-taped-off-area in Grant Park which the first CLF members died. It's easy enough to see what she's looking at, perhaps not as easy to figure out why she's there. Her face is completely blank.
Abby, for her part, is kickboxing in the Kashtta's lobby with ear buds in. She has Silent Hall on the brain, and decided to try and get it out by working herself into exhaustion.
Cy is outside, hunkered close to the ground and hissing and sputtering every time an unknown person comes near. She thought she might try to get back to the Casa. That was apparently a bad idea. She's now stuck several blocks from where she started, snuggled against a building in an alley, far enough from the sidewalk that she doesn't panic at every footfall. She's muttering a little, but it's impossible to hear from a distance what she's saying.
In the neighborhood around Calisto's warehouse, Aniki salvages more bits of the old, flattened neighborhood to try and make the warehouse more secure. It's time to start laying traps and organizing the troops. If the CLF has supernaturals on their side, wanderers and their allies need to prepare to act against them. She doesn't like thinking so military, but then, she's not in Corus any more.
Ruvin stands a short distance from the still-taped-off-area in Grant Park which the first CLF members died. It's easy enough to see what she's looking at, perhaps not as easy to figure out why she's there. Her face is completely blank.
Abby, for her part, is kickboxing in the Kashtta's lobby with ear buds in. She has Silent Hall on the brain, and decided to try and get it out by working herself into exhaustion.
Cy is outside, hunkered close to the ground and hissing and sputtering every time an unknown person comes near. She thought she might try to get back to the Casa. That was apparently a bad idea. She's now stuck several blocks from where she started, snuggled against a building in an alley, far enough from the sidewalk that she doesn't panic at every footfall. She's muttering a little, but it's impossible to hear from a distance what she's saying.