Who's the one to decide that it'd be alright to put the music behind the news tonight?
[[ OOC: The following entry appears on the journal network with absolutely no name information attached to it. Just an empty space where the name should be. ]]
Welcome, Windy City-ers, and let your eyes feast on the first issue of The weather today is violent with a chance of lynchings. Fall is coming, the leaves in Grant Park are changing, and this is Three Dog, your Angel of Knowledge eyes on the streets bringing you the best - and worst - of Chicago and beyond. We've got a small test broadcast today, so let's get started.
Rumors from the direction of Barnam Boston say that Big Daddy Barnam's disappeared in the vicinity of Nashua. The fam's all pulled together to hunt for him. Ain't that sweet? Hotbloods, if you've got any family in the Nashua area, you might want to write them telling them to clear out. Or say your goodbyes - whichever.
Meanwhile, news from the other corner of the country say the Las Vegas Demons are getting whipped into shape like they haven't been since ol' Rak Seth was in charge down there in the early 40's. Looks like our boy Elashte the Pol Neqa has some backbone to him after all. I'm just hoping he and the Barnams aren't planning to meet in the middle.
But if they do, they could do worse than clearing out the gutters of this place before killing each other and us all. Especially if they take care of that relapsing-remitting strain of fanaticism that's sprung up here: the so-called Chicago Liberation Force, now apparently under new management and trolling the journal networks as well as the airwaves. I just have this to say: Cleffie. Dude. Chill down. These wanderers got no choice in coming here, unlike you. They're just doing the best they can with the steaming pile of shit the Rift dumped on them. Isn't that a little like the rest of us?
News from Stockholm suggests that for the first time since the Cold War, a full sitting council of First Angels may be called to discuss the growing influence of the Rift in supernatural politics. Good job for noticing, guys; you're only a few years late this time! Might have been better if you'd acted before we lost our First among Firsts, though.
For those of you following the trivia at home, the last time a Grand Cabal of Neqa'el was called was in the 1100s in the Seljuk Sultinate. The Cabal only managed to get thirteen of the twenty Neqa'el to attend, and ended with five of the thirteen still alive. The chance that all the Firsts will survive a sitting council is a lot better, but the chance that it'll happen behind closed doors is also pretty close to one.
South Africa, that Apartheid bastion of species confusion, is finally passing a legal resolution that undoes the old "White skin = angels, black skin = demons" classification and gets blood color codified into law as the determining factor in speciation. They're also instituting a census project to be conducted every two years - probably to monitor the number of nephilim born down there.
And on a final, quirky note, a group of Transylvanian werewolves are suing in Romania to gain ownership of the Hunyad Castle, claiming that it's protected by the spirits of their ancestors. The current owners, a family of shapeshifters with the occasional vampire, have sworn to barricade the doors and put snipers in the battlements to ward off what they see as impending attack. Grab your popcorn, ladies and gentlemen - this should be better than that History Channel documentary on the 300.
Until next time, Chitown, this is Three Dog! And this is the Chicago Underground.
For questionscommentsandcomplaints, kids, I'd advise you to keep your bellyaching to yourselves. But if you've really got to say something to me, lock it to this nameless journal, not the Underground directly. Informants, and you know who you are, we'll have a drop box set up presently. 'til then, brothers and sisters, peace! And keep fighting the good fight.
Welcome, Windy City-ers, and let your eyes feast on the first issue of The weather today is violent with a chance of lynchings. Fall is coming, the leaves in Grant Park are changing, and this is Three Dog, your Angel of Knowledge eyes on the streets bringing you the best - and worst - of Chicago and beyond. We've got a small test broadcast today, so let's get started.
Rumors from the direction of Barnam Boston say that Big Daddy Barnam's disappeared in the vicinity of Nashua. The fam's all pulled together to hunt for him. Ain't that sweet? Hotbloods, if you've got any family in the Nashua area, you might want to write them telling them to clear out. Or say your goodbyes - whichever.
Meanwhile, news from the other corner of the country say the Las Vegas Demons are getting whipped into shape like they haven't been since ol' Rak Seth was in charge down there in the early 40's. Looks like our boy Elashte the Pol Neqa has some backbone to him after all. I'm just hoping he and the Barnams aren't planning to meet in the middle.
But if they do, they could do worse than clearing out the gutters of this place before killing each other and us all. Especially if they take care of that relapsing-remitting strain of fanaticism that's sprung up here: the so-called Chicago Liberation Force, now apparently under new management and trolling the journal networks as well as the airwaves. I just have this to say: Cleffie. Dude. Chill down. These wanderers got no choice in coming here, unlike you. They're just doing the best they can with the steaming pile of shit the Rift dumped on them. Isn't that a little like the rest of us?
News from Stockholm suggests that for the first time since the Cold War, a full sitting council of First Angels may be called to discuss the growing influence of the Rift in supernatural politics. Good job for noticing, guys; you're only a few years late this time! Might have been better if you'd acted before we lost our First among Firsts, though.
For those of you following the trivia at home, the last time a Grand Cabal of Neqa'el was called was in the 1100s in the Seljuk Sultinate. The Cabal only managed to get thirteen of the twenty Neqa'el to attend, and ended with five of the thirteen still alive. The chance that all the Firsts will survive a sitting council is a lot better, but the chance that it'll happen behind closed doors is also pretty close to one.
South Africa, that Apartheid bastion of species confusion, is finally passing a legal resolution that undoes the old "White skin = angels, black skin = demons" classification and gets blood color codified into law as the determining factor in speciation. They're also instituting a census project to be conducted every two years - probably to monitor the number of nephilim born down there.
And on a final, quirky note, a group of Transylvanian werewolves are suing in Romania to gain ownership of the Hunyad Castle, claiming that it's protected by the spirits of their ancestors. The current owners, a family of shapeshifters with the occasional vampire, have sworn to barricade the doors and put snipers in the battlements to ward off what they see as impending attack. Grab your popcorn, ladies and gentlemen - this should be better than that History Channel documentary on the 300.
Until next time, Chitown, this is Three Dog! And this is the Chicago Underground.
For questionscommentsandcomplaints, kids, I'd advise you to keep your bellyaching to yourselves. But if you've really got to say something to me, lock it to this nameless journal, not the Underground directly. Informants, and you know who you are, we'll have a drop box set up presently. 'til then, brothers and sisters, peace! And keep fighting the good fight.