This girl is the stencil of a brushstroke in the rain, she's a ghost of the city...
There's a storm rolling into Chicago. A pretty nasty storm, by the looks of it. The sky's a shade of yellow-green it probably shouldn't ever be, the wind's gusting and howling, and the rain hasn't even arrived yet. This is the kind of storm that makes the National Weather Service tell people to stay inside and away from windows. Some people may have ignored that advice.
Buffy is in one of the sunrooms in the Main Gauche, curled up in a chair facing the window. From there, she can see the trees in the courtyard, bending alarmingly in the wind. She kind of wishes the storm would just get here already. She wants the sky to break and rain to come pouring down. Lightning would be nice too. She's just in that kind of mood.
Grace, on the other hand, is kind of hoping the rain will hold off at least until she gets inside. She's hurrying to the Conrad, head bowed, getting shoved about by the wind more than she's really comfortable with. This is somewhat delaying her progress in getting to the Conrad in a timely fashion.
Though she's inside because she doesn't want to be attacked by the impending hail, Sydney doesn't really want to be inside. She's been restless lately. She's been here almost a year now, and while she would take Chicago over home and SD-6 any day... she feels useless, and lonely, and like there's something she ought to be doing while she doesn't have a clue what it is. All of this has led to her stalking around the Kashtta, mostly just because she can't make herself sit still today. Which would be fine if she could just go running, but as she doesn't want to die in the oncoming apocastorm... Wandering around the Kashtta it is.
Buffy is in one of the sunrooms in the Main Gauche, curled up in a chair facing the window. From there, she can see the trees in the courtyard, bending alarmingly in the wind. She kind of wishes the storm would just get here already. She wants the sky to break and rain to come pouring down. Lightning would be nice too. She's just in that kind of mood.
Grace, on the other hand, is kind of hoping the rain will hold off at least until she gets inside. She's hurrying to the Conrad, head bowed, getting shoved about by the wind more than she's really comfortable with. This is somewhat delaying her progress in getting to the Conrad in a timely fashion.
Though she's inside because she doesn't want to be attacked by the impending hail, Sydney doesn't really want to be inside. She's been restless lately. She's been here almost a year now, and while she would take Chicago over home and SD-6 any day... she feels useless, and lonely, and like there's something she ought to be doing while she doesn't have a clue what it is. All of this has led to her stalking around the Kashtta, mostly just because she can't make herself sit still today. Which would be fine if she could just go running, but as she doesn't want to die in the oncoming apocastorm... Wandering around the Kashtta it is.