About a year has passed. I've returned to the place of the battle…
Jason Randall is wandering. He has been for a few hours, lost in thought and doing his best to get lost in the city, taking turns based on whatever crosswalks happen to be lit and the relative density of the crowds. Now it's getting on toward midafternoon and he should be heading back to the Inn, so he looks up to note the cross streets.
...and hitches. His situational awareness must really be going to shit; he's found himself perilously close to downtown, edging in on the part of the city the Kashtta occupies. Still not close to see it from here, but only a few blocks away, and he turns abruptly on his heel and starts away.
Downtown, perched on the railing of the fence around the outdoor seating of a small cafe, One For Sorrow is inciting the humans eating there to throw him scraps of food. Apparently in these parts "inciting" only requires "asking" - people are more than willing to encourage the miraculous talking magpie with food, and probably will be until the CLF show up.
Over at the Main Gauche, its courtyard still pitted and scarred from the earthquake, Malek Asenath is doing a solitary perimeter patrol to burn off some nervous energy. As a velociraptor. In a trenchcoat.
And meanwhile, somewhere on the shore of Lake Michigan, the TARDIS seems to be a wishing well.
...and hitches. His situational awareness must really be going to shit; he's found himself perilously close to downtown, edging in on the part of the city the Kashtta occupies. Still not close to see it from here, but only a few blocks away, and he turns abruptly on his heel and starts away.
Downtown, perched on the railing of the fence around the outdoor seating of a small cafe, One For Sorrow is inciting the humans eating there to throw him scraps of food. Apparently in these parts "inciting" only requires "asking" - people are more than willing to encourage the miraculous talking magpie with food, and probably will be until the CLF show up.
Over at the Main Gauche, its courtyard still pitted and scarred from the earthquake, Malek Asenath is doing a solitary perimeter patrol to burn off some nervous energy. As a velociraptor. In a trenchcoat.
And meanwhile, somewhere on the shore of Lake Michigan, the TARDIS seems to be a wishing well.