The arrival of the oldest creature in this world occurs with relatively little fanfare. A limo pulls up in front of the Conrad - nothing unusual, all things considered, given that Brando and his favorites tend to show up in the same fashion all the time. It's just that this time, it's an unfamiliar face that steps out ( Read more... )

Brando has been busier than ever. There is always some crisis or another that needs taken care of either here or in other places, but he realizes that there are people who probably need to talk to him in the basement ( Read more... )

Eloi is pacing the common room, wings out once more but tucked in close to his back, and his hands are trembling nervously. His eyes are watching the door for something.

He seems like he might be waiting for someone, but he's still okay to talk to other people, if anyone so desires.

At some point when Becky is not in her room, a Yamahta keyboard is transported into her room, with a swively chair and set in a stand on the empty wall. There is a note in the middle of the keys that reads, 'Would have been a piano, but there isn't enough space in here. Look in the room to the left of the cafeteriaThe room to the left of the ( Read more... )

[OOC note: Bar is somewhere along the lines of Green Mill Cocktail Lounge, liberties taken but that general idea, meaning 40s music and decor, and more importantly, 40s prices.]There's an angel in a jazz bar, relaxing to the music and the old-fashioned feel ( Read more... )

Who: Brando, OPEN
Where: Mickey's Bar in the South side of Chicago
When: 7pm
Summary: The rift is widening. Brando's looking for new recruits for the hotel. Specifically underground the hotel. Everyone there is part of the army. The army's never quite big enough. Not exactly his job, but he likes this better than his job. And Brando tends to get ( Read more... )