It is the second-to-last day of the plagues, and, unexpectedly, the sun rises. For five hours and 35 minutes, it is a perfectly normal, if a bit cold, Chicago day ( Read more... )

On Tuesday October 27, as the clock strikes midnight, all the blood in Chicago shifts back into water. Dead animals line the edge of the water, where animals flock to drag the carcasses away to feast after they've drank their fill, fish float to the top of the lake to be easily picked off by birds and other wildlife, and red stains remain in the ( Read more... )

Fall is coming to Chicago. The air is cooler, there are clouds thick in the sky (but not thick enough to be heralding rain just yet- just enough to be pleasantly cloudy), and while the leaves haven't started turning yet, the overabundance of pumpkins for sale and preemptive Halloween decorations give all the indication that the season is coming up ( Read more... )

Ah, Chicago. The Windy City. Home of the Rift. The Land of the Bucktoothed Snake... Possibly not that last one, although you really never know. It's a hot, cloudy Sunday and there are people out and about doing what people in Chicago do.

Des is, at this very moment, sitting in Buckingham Fountain. How he came to be there is an interesting story and ( Read more... )

Chicago is full of demons today. Well, it is every day, but particularly today the demons are out and about. The population of Chicago's demons just went up one today, with the arrival of a lanky almost-teenager. Okay, so he's a little older than a teenager, but he forgets that a lot ( Read more... )

[OOC: Mostly here for plot purposes, though anyone who wants to can tag. I just may be a little slow in responding because of Teh Epick Brinzdeth.]There is one person who is not, has not been, and will not be at the Carnival. Arlin doesn't do Carnivals unless he's there for business or is dragged there against his will. There could be an ( Read more... )

Mac is lurking around the pier.. Or rather, she's lurking around the parts of the pier that people can actually get to, considering most of it is closed off thanks to whatever the hell went on down there about a week ago. She's annoyed that she wasn't there for that- it could have been awesome. For the most part, she's trying to see if she can ( Read more... )

Insects buzz through the cool evening’s air and the leaves from the willow tree rustle in a soft breeze. The only thing that disturbs the silence is a high-pitched, girl's voice singing. Her hair disheveled, leaves and branches and even an odd dead flower tangled in her hair and the edge of her gown is already caked in mud. She doesn't seem to ( Read more... )

Topher thinks he's in shock. It's really the only way to explain everything. No, wait, he's coming down from a bad acid trip and he's in shock. He thinks he should hurt; he remembers. He doesn't want to remember, but after isn't much better. Thinking isn't much better, either, so he doesn't. He just huddles down in his stolen coat and keeps ( Read more... )

Fritz has made her way to the neighborhood around the Kashtta. She's not exactly the most pleasant-smelling person in the world at this point, which tends to divert the crowd, but she doesn't even notice. This city is a lot more interesting than what she was hoping for.

In the neighborhood around Calisto's warehouse, Aniki salvages more bits of ( Read more... )