Everybody knows the deal fell through. I was hoping that I could just blame you.
[[OOC: Technically, Trickster Week ends with this post, so if you have something to say to the little bastard, say it now or forever hold your peace... Until he comes back. Whenever that will be. I know not everyone has gotten all the stuff they needed to do with this plot out of the way, so I fully support backdating and all that crap. I'm just neurotic and needed to get all this up.]]
Chicago's having an interesting night.
For example, Casey Wyatt may have received an anonymous phone call in the night, telling her to go to CPD, where she'll find Michael Thompson, slightly concussed with dried white blood on his face from a broken nose and unconscious. There are light bruises on his neck and he, essentially, looks like hell warmed over... less with the warm, considering it's cold and snowy out. There's a note pinned to his jacket in scrawling handwriting that reads, "You might want to look into this." His wallet's in his coat pocket with all the proper identification.
The Empress Theater has just received a charitable donation in the form of its missing leader, who ran off to be Nathan Freakin' West earlier in the day and never came back... Except for where she finally did come back, just bruised, unconscious, and now wingless. Hawkes brought her into the compound and now some of the women are fussing over her. As for him, he's grumpily stationed himself in a corner and blaming all of this on Murphy's stupid boyfriend or whoever that guy was.
And, in an odd, fluid timeline that the narration is making up for the sake of getting all of this into a single post, the following things are happening:
Topher Brink is fighting with his computer in his office. It's playing "Achy Breaky Heart" at him. And it won't stop. This has been going on for almost the entire week and he's pretty sure he's going to go insane.... Not specifically because of "Achy Breaky Heart." There was a virtual whole tasting menu of horrible songage, but "Achy Breaky Heart" was the breaking point.
This? This Saunders cannot pin on anyone else. It has to be her. And he will... Well, he'll worry about what he's going to do when he makes it stop.
And the Trickster is lurking around Millennium Park with a plate of brownies. Best pagan offerings ever.
Chicago's having an interesting night.
For example, Casey Wyatt may have received an anonymous phone call in the night, telling her to go to CPD, where she'll find Michael Thompson, slightly concussed with dried white blood on his face from a broken nose and unconscious. There are light bruises on his neck and he, essentially, looks like hell warmed over... less with the warm, considering it's cold and snowy out. There's a note pinned to his jacket in scrawling handwriting that reads, "You might want to look into this." His wallet's in his coat pocket with all the proper identification.
The Empress Theater has just received a charitable donation in the form of its missing leader, who ran off to be Nathan Freakin' West earlier in the day and never came back... Except for where she finally did come back, just bruised, unconscious, and now wingless. Hawkes brought her into the compound and now some of the women are fussing over her. As for him, he's grumpily stationed himself in a corner and blaming all of this on Murphy's stupid boyfriend or whoever that guy was.
And, in an odd, fluid timeline that the narration is making up for the sake of getting all of this into a single post, the following things are happening:
Topher Brink is fighting with his computer in his office. It's playing "Achy Breaky Heart" at him. And it won't stop. This has been going on for almost the entire week and he's pretty sure he's going to go insane.... Not specifically because of "Achy Breaky Heart." There was a virtual whole tasting menu of horrible songage, but "Achy Breaky Heart" was the breaking point.
This? This Saunders cannot pin on anyone else. It has to be her. And he will... Well, he'll worry about what he's going to do when he makes it stop.
And the Trickster is lurking around Millennium Park with a plate of brownies. Best pagan offerings ever.