Because nobody knows that's how I nearly fell, trading clothes and ringing Pavlov's bell.
Ah, Chicago. The Windy City. Home of the Rift. The Land of the Bucktoothed Snake... Possibly not that last one, although you really never know. It's a hot, cloudy Sunday and there are people out and about doing what people in Chicago do.
Des is, at this very moment, sitting in Buckingham Fountain. How he came to be there is an interesting story and one he might not be disinclined to tell (depending on who asks) as soon as he climbs his way out. For the moment, he's taking advantage of the impromptu bath. It's 93 degrees outside. Who says no to unexpected water?
Anka certainly doesn't. She's at Crown Fountain in a red sundress dancing an impromptu ballet underneath the spray of water and getting soaked in the process and doesn't seem to mind at all. The crowd gathering seems to be enjoying her show, but she doesn't seem to notice or care about the attention.
Among the crowd (albeit standing a bit off to the side and away and he wouldn't have been blended in with the crowd anyway) stands Cooper Hawkes who isn't really sure what to think of the whole situation he's found himself in- and no matter what Vansen says, he refuses to believe it's his fault. Gettin' stuck in the past in some city he's never been in when there's a war goin' on back home ain't exactly his idea of a good time, even if that Prophet guy seems to think they're needed here. They're needed back home too.
It could be worse though. Vansen could've stayed behind. At least he's got one of the 58th here to watch his six. (And keep him out of trouble, although Hawkes would insist that he does not need to be kept out of trouble.)
In the parking lot of the Kashtta Tower, Sark has a quarterstaff. It is best not to question where he found one or why he has one. He just does and working on sparring techniques with it is a wonderful way to work out stress and keep him from using the aforementioned staff on someone's head... Someone like Bristow, perhaps. Or certain red-headed Russians who need to just die.
He is also, quite obviously, recovering from a broken nose. There's a story there. It involves certain red-headed Russians and why exactly they deserve to die.
And somewhere over in Cicero, specifically the Main Gauche, Aaron is fencing by himself. Or rather he's apparently imitating every swashbuckling movie he's ever watched and is engaging in a series of various moves that utilize his surroundings in dramatic ways as he fights some sort of invisible enemy, because Aaron is secretly a ten-year-old boy.
Des is, at this very moment, sitting in Buckingham Fountain. How he came to be there is an interesting story and one he might not be disinclined to tell (depending on who asks) as soon as he climbs his way out. For the moment, he's taking advantage of the impromptu bath. It's 93 degrees outside. Who says no to unexpected water?
Anka certainly doesn't. She's at Crown Fountain in a red sundress dancing an impromptu ballet underneath the spray of water and getting soaked in the process and doesn't seem to mind at all. The crowd gathering seems to be enjoying her show, but she doesn't seem to notice or care about the attention.
Among the crowd (albeit standing a bit off to the side and away and he wouldn't have been blended in with the crowd anyway) stands Cooper Hawkes who isn't really sure what to think of the whole situation he's found himself in- and no matter what Vansen says, he refuses to believe it's his fault. Gettin' stuck in the past in some city he's never been in when there's a war goin' on back home ain't exactly his idea of a good time, even if that Prophet guy seems to think they're needed here. They're needed back home too.
It could be worse though. Vansen could've stayed behind. At least he's got one of the 58th here to watch his six. (And keep him out of trouble, although Hawkes would insist that he does not need to be kept out of trouble.)
In the parking lot of the Kashtta Tower, Sark has a quarterstaff. It is best not to question where he found one or why he has one. He just does and working on sparring techniques with it is a wonderful way to work out stress and keep him from using the aforementioned staff on someone's head... Someone like Bristow, perhaps. Or certain red-headed Russians who need to just die.
He is also, quite obviously, recovering from a broken nose. There's a story there. It involves certain red-headed Russians and why exactly they deserve to die.
And somewhere over in Cicero, specifically the Main Gauche, Aaron is fencing by himself. Or rather he's apparently imitating every swashbuckling movie he's ever watched and is engaging in a series of various moves that utilize his surroundings in dramatic ways as he fights some sort of invisible enemy, because Aaron is secretly a ten-year-old boy.