comin' on to the overload
[OOC: Okay, so the first section is a bit tailored and QUITE timey-wimey, as I'm not actually sure what day the Mio & Roxis meetings went down. But feel free to have it be backdated, forward-dated, not-actually-on-the-same-day-as-each-other-at-all, etc. To Kaden, it'll have happened on the same day, but I doubt that anyone's going to be like 'so we had lunch on this date, right?' to the person they had lunch with.
And as for Babel and the angel, if you wanna have your characters hang with them, this'd be the post. Babel will be back (someday), but the angel most likely won't.]
Kaden is, in a twist of fate that will surprise absolutely nobody, in a coffeeshop. He's been there since it opened -- yes, it opened at five -- and plans to be there until it closes. Yes, he's taking up a table, but he's going to be buying a steady stream of coffee for the entire day, so he damn well deserves it.
That and at this point, the baristas might feel a little bad about asking him to pack up and leave, given the sheer amount of stuff on said table. It's mostly papers, though there are stacks and stacks of them. There's a bag of books on the seat next to him. His computer's open, on top of another textbook, and he has a number of flash drives, his phone, and some unidentifiable lump of technology hooked up to it.
He's waiting for a couple of people. Firstly Iris, though she doesn't know that she's showing up so the second person, a certain Roxis Rosenkrantz, can meet her, and then Mio (at which point, if Iris and Roxis are still talking, he'll kick them to another table or something). And while most of the time he's working, there's also a steady stream of tiny little animals made of paperclips and scrap paper amassing themselves on the piles of stuff. What? Sometimes he has to take a break.
[end timey-wimey shenanigans]
Meanwhile, in the Kashtta's lobby, there's a Babel. She's busy doodling on the walls with sharpies. Or rather, she's doodling on a very large piece of paper she's tacked to the wall; it trails down one and flops across a bit of the floor. It's a goodbye banner, though that's not obvious at all. Santa gave her tickets to a lovely island south of the equator, and she's going to take those tickets and run. Chicago has kind of felt a little bit more like the time between lives than a life, even if for awhile she thought it was one. But she's died once already here, and that calls for a little bit of a change.
And at a Greyhound stop, the angel is waiting, curled on a bench with a backpack, smoking. He's tired of not being able to leave Jessi's apartment, he's tired of living in a city where he's killed people. There's nothing left for him here, so he's getting out.
And as for Babel and the angel, if you wanna have your characters hang with them, this'd be the post. Babel will be back (someday), but the angel most likely won't.]
Kaden is, in a twist of fate that will surprise absolutely nobody, in a coffeeshop. He's been there since it opened -- yes, it opened at five -- and plans to be there until it closes. Yes, he's taking up a table, but he's going to be buying a steady stream of coffee for the entire day, so he damn well deserves it.
That and at this point, the baristas might feel a little bad about asking him to pack up and leave, given the sheer amount of stuff on said table. It's mostly papers, though there are stacks and stacks of them. There's a bag of books on the seat next to him. His computer's open, on top of another textbook, and he has a number of flash drives, his phone, and some unidentifiable lump of technology hooked up to it.
He's waiting for a couple of people. Firstly Iris, though she doesn't know that she's showing up so the second person, a certain Roxis Rosenkrantz, can meet her, and then Mio (at which point, if Iris and Roxis are still talking, he'll kick them to another table or something). And while most of the time he's working, there's also a steady stream of tiny little animals made of paperclips and scrap paper amassing themselves on the piles of stuff. What? Sometimes he has to take a break.
[end timey-wimey shenanigans]
Meanwhile, in the Kashtta's lobby, there's a Babel. She's busy doodling on the walls with sharpies. Or rather, she's doodling on a very large piece of paper she's tacked to the wall; it trails down one and flops across a bit of the floor. It's a goodbye banner, though that's not obvious at all. Santa gave her tickets to a lovely island south of the equator, and she's going to take those tickets and run. Chicago has kind of felt a little bit more like the time between lives than a life, even if for awhile she thought it was one. But she's died once already here, and that calls for a little bit of a change.
And at a Greyhound stop, the angel is waiting, curled on a bench with a backpack, smoking. He's tired of not being able to leave Jessi's apartment, he's tired of living in a city where he's killed people. There's nothing left for him here, so he's getting out.