Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future, so you know what keeps me hanging around...
Fall is coming to Chicago. The air is cooler, there are clouds thick in the sky (but not thick enough to be heralding rain just yet- just enough to be pleasantly cloudy), and while the leaves haven't started turning yet, the overabundance of pumpkins for sale and preemptive Halloween decorations give all the indication that the season is coming up fast.
And Chicago, like it do, is heralding the coming of fall with the usual insanity.
Gray Raines, self-proclaimed genius surgeon, might be in the need of a little surgery (or at least some stitches) fairly soon. Apparently, they warn you about taking walks through the really freakish (like really freakish- he's pretty sure it didn't have the tree growth of a national park) parts of the park for a reason. At the moment, he is staring down a giant scorpion with a gash across his shoulder, which he will happily point out are from the horrible pinchy things and not the terrifying stabby thing where they keep the poison, although he's very concerned about that. At the moment, he's rather loudly reciding "There Once Was a Man From Nantucket" at the thing. This may seem very weird to the average person, but trust him, it is a brilliant idea.
....He has this completely under control.
You know who else has a situation under control? Juliet. She's currently standing in Buckingham fountain, drenched to the bone and freezing and looking a little worse for wear and every now and then, she has to stop to start bending manipulating the water in the fountain to attack what appears to be a giant eyeball that skitters and drips acid.
...Yeah, she doesn't know either. But she's handling it.
Elsewhere in the park, devoid of scorpions, is Adam Monroe who is lurking around and waiting for one Rachel Conway, after having to cancel and reschedule their engagement a couple of times over the weekend. This was for perfectly legitimate reasons... Like his life is a ball of suck and fail right now, but you wouldn't guess that to look at him. He hides his rage very well until he gets into his office and really, deeply wishes to do violence to something. Apparently, every time this universe starts paving his way towards something better, something annoying happens. Well. At least helping Rachel is a good distraction. Disciples are always going to be good to have.
Piper is also in the park. Piper has a hula hoop. She is currently cursing the fact that she was not born with actual hips, because she is not very good at it. Not far from where she's trying to hula hoop and watching with curious (and still wary, because while he's been here for awhile, he's still a little tetchy about the amount of humans here) eyes is Batty. He is also eating a strawberry. It is probably best not to question where he got it. Om nom strawberry.
Sark is in a tree again. This time he's a ferret, so it's like he has a legitimate excuse. He is on a stakeout. It is a very important stakeout. If he's going to be stuck in this form, then he is going to put it to good use and that good use is going to be to sit here on this branch and watch for any sign of certain people whose names may or may not be Christopher Clark. ...And then he will stalk him viciously. ....This would be a much better idea if dosmeticated ferrets were even remotely part of Chicago's native wildlife. He's been an unhappy ferret ever since his last meeting with Clark. He will be irrational if he wants.
Anka is on a park bench not far from the Organization's headquarters. No reason, really. She's just hanging out and being grumpy about it getting colder. She's also sitting on the bench upside down with her feet up over the back and her head dangling over the seat.
At a local Radio Shack, Marshall is flailing at a clerk about how they are marketing their high-end tech to the wrong demographic. The clerk isn't really sure how this conversation got started, but he sort of zoned out mid-babble and now Marshall has gotten off on some tangent about squirrels. The narration suggests not questioning it.
A building is on fire somewhere downtown and Aaron Barnam is all over that action... Rather, he is attempting to sneak past the police blockade and try to get into the building, because there's at least one person stuck in there... And, apparently, leaving this sort of thing to the local fire department is totally beyond Aaron's capabilities. It's a thing.
In other breaking and entering for great justice news, Desmond Descant is attempting to break into the back door of Bambi Dalton's Oak Park bookstore. He has Reasons.
Jack Bristow also has Reasons... Reasons for sniffing (quite literally- as he's a German Shepherd right now) around the place where Bambi Dalton was crucified, despite the fact that it was weeks ago. He keeps finding excuses to go back- it seems way too garish for even the CLF and he's curious, dammit.
Not far from the Prophet's complex, Hawkes has Legitimate Questions. He is demanding them of a very belleagured Eli, who really has no idea what to do with an annoyed InVitro. Speaking of the whole Bambi affair, Hawkes is finally coming to realize that things are a bit kerflooey around here and he ain't too pleased that certain vampires don't think it's a good idea to go out CLF-huntin'. HAWKES SWEARS HE DOESN'T WANT TO KILL 'EM. JUST BEAT 'EM UP A LITTLE. REALLY. Eli, for his part, is just kinda annoyed he came out of his hole for this.
Mac is prowling the Kashtta. Mac is angry. Mac is out for blood. Mac would like very much to kill something.
Mac also has a pickle a jar of peanut butter. The pickle and the peanut butter are keeping her from killing everything in sight, including her own ward, which is she is still not over.
There is a bar brawl going on somewhere, because there's always a bar brawl going on somewhere. Surprisingly, Edward is not at all involved in it. He is, however, watching it with great interest. If things start shoving his way, he might have to step in, but, as it stands, he'd rather not hurt anyone. Henry's in the back of his head facepalming and praying that Edward doesn't do anything that gets back to the schoolboard. He likes his job. Edward, per usual, is uninterested in Henry's whining.
Vincent is also at a bar. Vincent's at The Luna, however, and Vincent's been drinking pretty steadily ever since he confirmed there was really nothing he could do about the whole crucifixion. He might be a little inebriated. In the same way he hasn't been since that time he and Leo and a couple other angels watched The Man From Rio and kidnapped a bellboy for their own amusement... Come to think of it, Norman never did get his pinky back.
And Chicago, like it do, is heralding the coming of fall with the usual insanity.
Gray Raines, self-proclaimed genius surgeon, might be in the need of a little surgery (or at least some stitches) fairly soon. Apparently, they warn you about taking walks through the really freakish (like really freakish- he's pretty sure it didn't have the tree growth of a national park) parts of the park for a reason. At the moment, he is staring down a giant scorpion with a gash across his shoulder, which he will happily point out are from the horrible pinchy things and not the terrifying stabby thing where they keep the poison, although he's very concerned about that. At the moment, he's rather loudly reciding "There Once Was a Man From Nantucket" at the thing. This may seem very weird to the average person, but trust him, it is a brilliant idea.
....He has this completely under control.
You know who else has a situation under control? Juliet. She's currently standing in Buckingham fountain, drenched to the bone and freezing and looking a little worse for wear and every now and then, she has to stop to start bending manipulating the water in the fountain to attack what appears to be a giant eyeball that skitters and drips acid.
...Yeah, she doesn't know either. But she's handling it.
Elsewhere in the park, devoid of scorpions, is Adam Monroe who is lurking around and waiting for one Rachel Conway, after having to cancel and reschedule their engagement a couple of times over the weekend. This was for perfectly legitimate reasons... Like his life is a ball of suck and fail right now, but you wouldn't guess that to look at him. He hides his rage very well until he gets into his office and really, deeply wishes to do violence to something. Apparently, every time this universe starts paving his way towards something better, something annoying happens. Well. At least helping Rachel is a good distraction. Disciples are always going to be good to have.
Piper is also in the park. Piper has a hula hoop. She is currently cursing the fact that she was not born with actual hips, because she is not very good at it. Not far from where she's trying to hula hoop and watching with curious (and still wary, because while he's been here for awhile, he's still a little tetchy about the amount of humans here) eyes is Batty. He is also eating a strawberry. It is probably best not to question where he got it. Om nom strawberry.
Sark is in a tree again. This time he's a ferret, so it's like he has a legitimate excuse. He is on a stakeout. It is a very important stakeout. If he's going to be stuck in this form, then he is going to put it to good use and that good use is going to be to sit here on this branch and watch for any sign of certain people whose names may or may not be Christopher Clark. ...And then he will stalk him viciously. ....This would be a much better idea if dosmeticated ferrets were even remotely part of Chicago's native wildlife. He's been an unhappy ferret ever since his last meeting with Clark. He will be irrational if he wants.
Anka is on a park bench not far from the Organization's headquarters. No reason, really. She's just hanging out and being grumpy about it getting colder. She's also sitting on the bench upside down with her feet up over the back and her head dangling over the seat.
At a local Radio Shack, Marshall is flailing at a clerk about how they are marketing their high-end tech to the wrong demographic. The clerk isn't really sure how this conversation got started, but he sort of zoned out mid-babble and now Marshall has gotten off on some tangent about squirrels. The narration suggests not questioning it.
A building is on fire somewhere downtown and Aaron Barnam is all over that action... Rather, he is attempting to sneak past the police blockade and try to get into the building, because there's at least one person stuck in there... And, apparently, leaving this sort of thing to the local fire department is totally beyond Aaron's capabilities. It's a thing.
In other breaking and entering for great justice news, Desmond Descant is attempting to break into the back door of Bambi Dalton's Oak Park bookstore. He has Reasons.
Jack Bristow also has Reasons... Reasons for sniffing (quite literally- as he's a German Shepherd right now) around the place where Bambi Dalton was crucified, despite the fact that it was weeks ago. He keeps finding excuses to go back- it seems way too garish for even the CLF and he's curious, dammit.
Not far from the Prophet's complex, Hawkes has Legitimate Questions. He is demanding them of a very belleagured Eli, who really has no idea what to do with an annoyed InVitro. Speaking of the whole Bambi affair, Hawkes is finally coming to realize that things are a bit kerflooey around here and he ain't too pleased that certain vampires don't think it's a good idea to go out CLF-huntin'. HAWKES SWEARS HE DOESN'T WANT TO KILL 'EM. JUST BEAT 'EM UP A LITTLE. REALLY. Eli, for his part, is just kinda annoyed he came out of his hole for this.
Mac is prowling the Kashtta. Mac is angry. Mac is out for blood. Mac would like very much to kill something.
Mac also has a pickle a jar of peanut butter. The pickle and the peanut butter are keeping her from killing everything in sight, including her own ward, which is she is still not over.
There is a bar brawl going on somewhere, because there's always a bar brawl going on somewhere. Surprisingly, Edward is not at all involved in it. He is, however, watching it with great interest. If things start shoving his way, he might have to step in, but, as it stands, he'd rather not hurt anyone. Henry's in the back of his head facepalming and praying that Edward doesn't do anything that gets back to the schoolboard. He likes his job. Edward, per usual, is uninterested in Henry's whining.
Vincent is also at a bar. Vincent's at The Luna, however, and Vincent's been drinking pretty steadily ever since he confirmed there was really nothing he could do about the whole crucifixion. He might be a little inebriated. In the same way he hasn't been since that time he and Leo and a couple other angels watched The Man From Rio and kidnapped a bellboy for their own amusement... Come to think of it, Norman never did get his pinky back.