[[ooc: you can totally treat this as a party post. if you see someone you know and want to go up to them, threadhop at your leisure!]]
Chicago, the break is not stopping. There have been a string of losses and they've been keenly felt throughout the city. There are ghosts on everyone's faces and soon enough they'll overpower them unless something is done.
Phoebe Donovan has taken it upon herself to make sure there can be some sort of comfort. Unfamiliar arms to hold a grieving body is a cold comfort, but it's all she has.
She wrote
a journal entry and for once kept it simple and concise but heartfelt. She didn't use any of her usual silly words and she didn't make a big deal out of it.
Phoebe is in Grant Park, sitting standing nearby a long armchair she managed to drag out of the Conrad--with help from some of the other angels, who didn't quite understand. They did it anyway, and it tells Phoebe all she needs to know.
There's a very big sign next to the armchair that says, Official Therapeutic Hug Day.
Come on down, she's waiting for you with arms wide open.