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I'm so tired that I can't sleep. I'm standing on the edge of something much too deep.

Nov 13, 2009 02:28

[[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 ( Read more... )

julian sark, piper paxton, rachel dawes, marshall flinkman, wes gannon, cooper hawkes, desmond descant, plot: ten plagues, rachel conway, isabelle kozlov, tay barnam, aaron barnam, gray raines, amity mackenzie, katja korolenko*, juliet burke, farley claymore, plot: game-wide, dani reese, alfred pennyworth, vincent sterling, arlin keysa, npc, csp-04, jack bristow

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nothingsodivine November 13 2009, 08:31:55 UTC

In the end, it always ends ( ... )

stopdropanddie November 13 2009, 08:32:53 UTC

Jack Bristow isn't sure where the hell he stands on all of this. His daughter is pissed at him (like this is new) and about half of it is Abby and about half of it is something else entirely. The best course of action is to drown himself in the influx of information coming in, which was what he did the entire week. The plagues brought some extremely seedy sorts out into the light. He'd love to start hunting them, himself, just to give himself a nice distraction from all of this, but he's not good for much of anything with his leg still out of commission ( ... )

neverinportland November 13 2009, 08:34:37 UTC

Chicago is so much colder than she's used to. This will be the second winter she's endured here and she's still not used to it. It's not even that cold, all things considering, but she's cuddled into a winter coat and wearing a floppy hat with a pom pom on it, because it was the only thing she could find in the Kashtta's closet... And she really doesn't want to think too long about where the hat may have come from ( ... )

akablackkitty November 13 2009, 08:35:23 UTC

Marshall is holding a tiny candle in a glass jar. He just hasn't gotten up the nerve to walk forwards and lay it down with all the other candles and tokens of the dead. It's like being at a funeral and knowing that as soon as they lower the coffin into the ground, then it's all over. Nothing, nada, no more. You have to accept that the person inside is dead and they're not going to be there when you wake up in the morning ( ... )

thrillofthekill November 13 2009, 08:37:35 UTC

Vincent's been to a number of these things over the years- war memorials, mostly. He's accustomed to having his wings out for them, but no one knows if the CLF is still out there or if they'd attack such a somber gathering, so he's stuck in a nice suit and itching to let his wings come out. Some of his kids got killed in the whole debacle- good kids, kids who didn't deserve to die. Granted, it's nothing compared to the war that happened last fall, but still enough to make his chest hurt.

Ideally, he'd have a bunch of archangels making a ten-gun salute, but he's pretty sure that would just make the more skittish of this lot even more skittish, so he'll just settle for some candles and some prayers to a God he doesn't really believe in, and stand back and grieve.

Tomorrow, they'll have to resume picking up their lives and try to put everything back to rights again. Tonight, he remembers the dead.