I'm so tired that I can't sleep. I'm standing on the edge of something much too deep.
[[OOC: Forward-dated to around 4:30 PM on November 13th. Treat like a party thread. You know the drill.]]
As sun begins to set over Chicago on Friday the 13th, Buckingham Crater has been transformed from a place of destruction to a place of memorial. Candles in little glass jars are lined up in front of a makeshift wall made out of covered and braced plywood that will probably have to be taken down when it rains, but, for now, there are pictures of the dead and missing covering its surfaces. Tokens and mementos- teddy bears, jewelery, bits of clothing, things that belonged to the victims- mingle with the candles on the ground and no one seems to think about the fact that, eventually, scavengers will pick them up and carry them off. For now, they're mourning everything lost in the plagues- for homes and businesses destroyed, for friends and family who are dead or never found, for strangers across the city whose lives were cut all-too short.
There's a big crowd gathered in the park, some offering their condolences to others, some just staying somber and quiet. The fact remains the same- Chicago is together, remembering the dead and gone and being thankful for the ones who still have their lives.
As sun begins to set over Chicago on Friday the 13th, Buckingham Crater has been transformed from a place of destruction to a place of memorial. Candles in little glass jars are lined up in front of a makeshift wall made out of covered and braced plywood that will probably have to be taken down when it rains, but, for now, there are pictures of the dead and missing covering its surfaces. Tokens and mementos- teddy bears, jewelery, bits of clothing, things that belonged to the victims- mingle with the candles on the ground and no one seems to think about the fact that, eventually, scavengers will pick them up and carry them off. For now, they're mourning everything lost in the plagues- for homes and businesses destroyed, for friends and family who are dead or never found, for strangers across the city whose lives were cut all-too short.
There's a big crowd gathered in the park, some offering their condolences to others, some just staying somber and quiet. The fact remains the same- Chicago is together, remembering the dead and gone and being thankful for the ones who still have their lives.