feeling strong so long ago, I don't remember
Today, despite the bitter cold, there are a number of people out and about in Chicago, though not all of them are willingly so. For instance the sudden drop in temperature has quite dismayed one particular angel, who's downtown, huddled in the entranceway of a shop. He's only been there for a few minutes, because he knows before long someone's going to come out and tell him to go away - that's how huddling in shops' entranceways during business hours goes - but for a few moments, he's out of the wind. He's still only in his sweatshirt, and even with the hood up it's not nearly enough to keep him warm, so he's convulsively shivering. But he's not quite willing to go inside anywhere - he had been sleeping in the Conrad, but this morning woke him up in a massive panic attack and the claustrophobia's set in. Inside just sounds like hell. He's calm enough now, though his eyes are still red-rimmed from crying. He'd like a cigarette. Food would probably do him more good, but a cigarette might calm him down more, and he hasn't had one in days.
Also despite the cold, Madame Jolie is wandering through Grant Park, large quilted coat wrapped around her which is serving the dual purpose of hiding her Gift from the world and keeping her quite warm. She's been sent on an errand to find something that fell through a Rift here, something which belonged to the Bestowed and yet, did not find its way through their Rift. These things happen; they just have to get to the Pieces before anyone else does.
But really, to passers-by, she just looks as though she's lost a key or something, wandering back and forth as though combing the area. And that's what she'll tell anyone who asks.
Hiroto, on the other hand, thinks all this cold can fuck off and is determined not to go out in it if he absolutely has to. So he's holed up in one of the Gauche's sunrooms with about three bags of microwavable popcorn and the Syfy channel on TV. It's probably best not to ask where he got the money for popcorn - or you could, if you don't mind the fact that he was relieving his boredom by going out and mugging random people earlier in the day. It's a much better idea to focus on the utter shit television he's watching and making fun of (in Japanese) instead.
Arlin is in his flat above the gunshop, building little balsa wood machines in his living room. He's technically pokeable, but only if you know where he lives, and he's more likely to shut the door in your face than talk to you.
Babel is asleep in bed, curled in a little ball.
Huck is in Narnia. She is very confused by this.
Also despite the cold, Madame Jolie is wandering through Grant Park, large quilted coat wrapped around her which is serving the dual purpose of hiding her Gift from the world and keeping her quite warm. She's been sent on an errand to find something that fell through a Rift here, something which belonged to the Bestowed and yet, did not find its way through their Rift. These things happen; they just have to get to the Pieces before anyone else does.
But really, to passers-by, she just looks as though she's lost a key or something, wandering back and forth as though combing the area. And that's what she'll tell anyone who asks.
Hiroto, on the other hand, thinks all this cold can fuck off and is determined not to go out in it if he absolutely has to. So he's holed up in one of the Gauche's sunrooms with about three bags of microwavable popcorn and the Syfy channel on TV. It's probably best not to ask where he got the money for popcorn - or you could, if you don't mind the fact that he was relieving his boredom by going out and mugging random people earlier in the day. It's a much better idea to focus on the utter shit television he's watching and making fun of (in Japanese) instead.
Arlin is in his flat above the gunshop, building little balsa wood machines in his living room. He's technically pokeable, but only if you know where he lives, and he's more likely to shut the door in your face than talk to you.
Babel is asleep in bed, curled in a little ball.
Huck is in Narnia. She is very confused by this.