With your face all full of stars, and your heart held out like a tin cup to catch the rain...
Just outside of the police station, Casey Wyatt is standing with her back to the wall, looking more than a little lost. She spent the night at the station, and theoretically could go home any time now, but she's just going to... stand here a little while longer. There should be a limit to how many times in a month her life can throw her for a loop. November hit its quota early.
Not far away, outside of the library, Zoe is sitting on the curb, waiting for her mom to pick her up. If she didn't get out away from her family some time soon, she was going to go crazy, but god forbid she should walk anywhere on her own in broad daylight. Because that's the thing that's going to kill her in this city. She's occupying herself casting tiny, flickering shields around passing squirrels, just enough to confuse them as their noses bump into think air. It's kind of funny to watch, at least.
Martin is prowling up and down streets near the park, wings still held in but ready to be let out at a moment's notice. Some of the creatures from the plagues are still lurking around the city, and what do you do with a bunch of bored archangels than put them on cleanup duty? He hasn't run into anything so far, though. Maybe they're all skittish. Or just waiting for dark.
Over at the Kashtta, there is a cat sitting on the front steps, tail twitching languidly. It is a Michaelcat. Sydney looked like she needed someone to be comforting, and... well, being a cat and purring a little is easier than actually dealing with emotions. It's debatable whether he's still a cat now because he meant to be, or because he's temporarily stuck. (If you ask him, he meant to be cat-shaped. Of course.)
Assuming you manage to get past the guardian cat outside, Toshiko is in the lounge, frowning slightly at her laptop while her fingers fly over the keys. Whatever she's working on... well, it isn't exactly uncomplicated, but it can probably be interrupted - it's not like she's even certain she can make this work. It's just one of Tosh's side projects that... might be considered slightly creepy, if you think about it too much.
The Doctor stands by the by-now familiar ruins of the Coffee Shop, staring at it with a faint frown. He'd been considering stopping by the Conrad, but he got... sidetracked. One day, surely, they're bound to give it up. Build a Coffee Shop in a new city, somewhere you don't plan for things to go up in flames several times a year. One day, he's going to meet the person responsible for this place and have a conversation in which he seriously questions their sanity. That day is probably not today.
Not far away, outside of the library, Zoe is sitting on the curb, waiting for her mom to pick her up. If she didn't get out away from her family some time soon, she was going to go crazy, but god forbid she should walk anywhere on her own in broad daylight. Because that's the thing that's going to kill her in this city. She's occupying herself casting tiny, flickering shields around passing squirrels, just enough to confuse them as their noses bump into think air. It's kind of funny to watch, at least.
Martin is prowling up and down streets near the park, wings still held in but ready to be let out at a moment's notice. Some of the creatures from the plagues are still lurking around the city, and what do you do with a bunch of bored archangels than put them on cleanup duty? He hasn't run into anything so far, though. Maybe they're all skittish. Or just waiting for dark.
Over at the Kashtta, there is a cat sitting on the front steps, tail twitching languidly. It is a Michaelcat. Sydney looked like she needed someone to be comforting, and... well, being a cat and purring a little is easier than actually dealing with emotions. It's debatable whether he's still a cat now because he meant to be, or because he's temporarily stuck. (If you ask him, he meant to be cat-shaped. Of course.)
Assuming you manage to get past the guardian cat outside, Toshiko is in the lounge, frowning slightly at her laptop while her fingers fly over the keys. Whatever she's working on... well, it isn't exactly uncomplicated, but it can probably be interrupted - it's not like she's even certain she can make this work. It's just one of Tosh's side projects that... might be considered slightly creepy, if you think about it too much.
The Doctor stands by the by-now familiar ruins of the Coffee Shop, staring at it with a faint frown. He'd been considering stopping by the Conrad, but he got... sidetracked. One day, surely, they're bound to give it up. Build a Coffee Shop in a new city, somewhere you don't plan for things to go up in flames several times a year. One day, he's going to meet the person responsible for this place and have a conversation in which he seriously questions their sanity. That day is probably not today.