This is not the best afternoon to leave the safety of wherever you happen to call home, but Bianca de Luca is not about to let the frigid winter air keep her from a drink and a smoke. She's bundled up in a coat, headed towards Terrence's bar, and lighting a cigarette, not really paying much attention to her surroundings, because she's used to this ( Read more... )

Due to a certain someone poking a certain Rift, there's a good bit of Rift activity everywhere. This post merely concerns itself with the angry glowing mass o' Rift that resides in Grant Park. The ever-growing Grant Park.

Babel doesn't exactly stumble through the Rift so much as hop, as though she were taking the steps off a bus in one leap, ( Read more... )

In Chicago, there are angels. Many, many angels. For the sake of this post, we are focusing on three. And a geek boy thrown in for good measure.

Bambi Dalton is in the park that will eventually devour Chicago whole, smoking and looking more than a little annoyed about life, the universe, and fucking everything. This is mostly because there's been ( Read more... )

In a Main Gauche sunroom, Andrew Wells is sitting upside down in a chair with his camera, rewatching old footage and snickering to himself. One of these days he's going to find some way to invest in a laptop and some video editing software and actually get this documentary off the ground ( Read more... )

Vaughn wakes up in a room he's never seen before. His arm has been splinted and his leg bandaged- it smells of antiseptic and soap. He's confused for a moment, but then he remembers ( Read more... )

Vaughn's sitting nervously in Grant Park, on a bench. He keeps looking at his hands, keeps thinking about the gun he's got. Because he can't deny it any more ( Read more... )

Edna Mode has been busy ( Read more... )

As is custom, there are many different people around, engaging in many different activities (and some of the same activities in different places). Come with me, gentle viewers, and we will see what they're up to.

Desmond Descant is in a bar as is per the custom of manly men who suffer manly heartache (the narration hears you snickering). He's ( Read more... )

Vaughn's sitting in the park, on a bench, almost numbly. This past week has been hell. Really. Between the fear gas and Syd getting hurt and the hostage situation and everything ever exploding...

It hasn't been a good week.

And that's not good.

So right now he's sitting in the park, missing his world, missing his Syd and being able to go on missions ( Read more... )

In accordance with the natural laws of the Rift, there are several people doing several different things today.

In the basement of the Conrad Hotel, there is a Mitsuki who is currently perched on a very large shipping crate with a clipboard in hand, running inventory. Mitsuki remains the only archangel in the known universe who loves her paperwork. ( Read more... )