I am cold against your skin, you are perfectly reflected [forward-dated to Thurs]
[OOC: Pretend this totally happens Thursday; I just won't be around during the day tomorrow so I figured I'd throw it up here now. :)]
The Crown Fountain is one of the few things about the weird amalgamation that is Grant and Millenium Park that hasn't been destroyed, by some miracle. It's still there, the extra-large faces still spitting out water and pulling faces at people.
Babel is lying in the middle of it, staring up at one of the faces, completely submerged except for her face. She hasn't been herself lately. She's not sure what to blame: the strange creature she met so long ago in the park, the feeling of the clouds that hasn't gone away, Luke's death, the Kashtta (which she still stays in, curled in Luke's bed, even though it hurts), or just her natural swings of crazy. She's not sure she cares. Or wants to care.
She'd like to not feel anything at all, at the moment. Which is partially why she's half-submerged in the fountain. It's relatively warm in Chicago, but it's definitely not swimming weather. She lost the feeling in her extremities a bit ago. It's an inadequate substitute, but it'll do for now.
Not too far away, Madame Jolie is crumpled on a bench with her face in her hands, sobbing. She doesn't always do this after she Ungifts, but this was a Child near and dear to her heart. She should have known better than to get too attached; it was always her failing. She knows this is simply a Trial put to her by the Denizen, but that doesn't stop the soft sobs from coming or the tears from soaking her hands.
Across the street, Arlin's walking into the Organization Headquarters, looking for one Luka Petrovic. They were going to go to the shooting range outside of town, and he feels like he should probably brief her (and Duncan) about his leaving town in a few days, rather than just up and disappear. Even though he'd really prefer to just do the latter.
In the Kashtta, Huck is scurrying through the ventilation system. Yes, scurrying. No, she's not pleased about this, but she's never pleased about being a squirrel. Never. Because being a squirrel is bullshit.
But she has found a few nuts -- of the metal persuasion, not the delicious persuasion, not that Huck particularly likes nuts -- and has decided that if she's going to be a squirrel, she's going to ambush those who do not know she turns into a squirrel. Namely, everyone. And once she has found some unsuspecting J person, she will throw those nuts at their head.
Kaden is sitting outside the library in which he usually tutors Elizabeth, waiting for her to show up for their weekly session. It was too nice a day to wait inside, and he's slightly worried that if he spent too much time with his notes and research that he'd either get too absorbed in them to teach, or fall asleep. He hasn't really been sleeping, and while he's still impeccably put-together, it shows. His eyes are far too red, and he's a little jittery from speed and caffeine poisoning and the Calling.
He's also got a small sparrow clasped in his hands. It's still alive, making distressed chirping noises on occasion, though mostly because it can't get out of his grip. He's not doing anything to it other than holding it gently and staring at it with a weird little half-smile on his face.
The Crown Fountain is one of the few things about the weird amalgamation that is Grant and Millenium Park that hasn't been destroyed, by some miracle. It's still there, the extra-large faces still spitting out water and pulling faces at people.
Babel is lying in the middle of it, staring up at one of the faces, completely submerged except for her face. She hasn't been herself lately. She's not sure what to blame: the strange creature she met so long ago in the park, the feeling of the clouds that hasn't gone away, Luke's death, the Kashtta (which she still stays in, curled in Luke's bed, even though it hurts), or just her natural swings of crazy. She's not sure she cares. Or wants to care.
She'd like to not feel anything at all, at the moment. Which is partially why she's half-submerged in the fountain. It's relatively warm in Chicago, but it's definitely not swimming weather. She lost the feeling in her extremities a bit ago. It's an inadequate substitute, but it'll do for now.
Not too far away, Madame Jolie is crumpled on a bench with her face in her hands, sobbing. She doesn't always do this after she Ungifts, but this was a Child near and dear to her heart. She should have known better than to get too attached; it was always her failing. She knows this is simply a Trial put to her by the Denizen, but that doesn't stop the soft sobs from coming or the tears from soaking her hands.
Across the street, Arlin's walking into the Organization Headquarters, looking for one Luka Petrovic. They were going to go to the shooting range outside of town, and he feels like he should probably brief her (and Duncan) about his leaving town in a few days, rather than just up and disappear. Even though he'd really prefer to just do the latter.
In the Kashtta, Huck is scurrying through the ventilation system. Yes, scurrying. No, she's not pleased about this, but she's never pleased about being a squirrel. Never. Because being a squirrel is bullshit.
But she has found a few nuts -- of the metal persuasion, not the delicious persuasion, not that Huck particularly likes nuts -- and has decided that if she's going to be a squirrel, she's going to ambush those who do not know she turns into a squirrel. Namely, everyone. And once she has found some unsuspecting J person, she will throw those nuts at their head.
Kaden is sitting outside the library in which he usually tutors Elizabeth, waiting for her to show up for their weekly session. It was too nice a day to wait inside, and he's slightly worried that if he spent too much time with his notes and research that he'd either get too absorbed in them to teach, or fall asleep. He hasn't really been sleeping, and while he's still impeccably put-together, it shows. His eyes are far too red, and he's a little jittery from speed and caffeine poisoning and the Calling.
He's also got a small sparrow clasped in his hands. It's still alive, making distressed chirping noises on occasion, though mostly because it can't get out of his grip. He's not doing anything to it other than holding it gently and staring at it with a weird little half-smile on his face.