There is a girl on the floor of the Rift room in the Conrad Hotel basement ( Read more... )

For a moment, Jamie McCrimmon had no idea how he got here. He knew where here was, certainly. Here was just outside of Iverness. They fled here. Himself, Laird MacLaren, and his two children. They fled here after there was nothing on the field of Culloden but blood and death and terror, the acrid smoke of gunpowder and the screams of the dying ( Read more... )

Alex Drake is disoriented in a way she hasn't been since she woke up in 1981 dressed as a prostitute. Her life's been one mess after another for the last few days, between Gene and Sommers and Chris and everything else that's been happening, but she's been getting better, too, sharper and stronger and clearer, and Molly's been so close she could ( Read more... )

Chicago's never been a quiet city, since it became a city at all, and today is no exception. Things are happening, people are doing things.

Steve is in the Coffee Shop. He just got out of a meeting with a loan officer and a guy with a building to lease out. They're both supernatural folks themselves, so they're a bit more appreciative of the ( Read more... )

Dusty Josephine Baker is drunk.

It's probably Dmitri Lang's fault, though there is no proof of that. She has a bottle of something that's not too strong (and is flavoured a lot - probably chocolate or butterscotch), and she is wandering down the hall in the Conrad basement trying to remember where Ruvin had said she was staying during the ( Read more... )

Daine is not pleased. Something has happened to Bean, and while she hasn't seen the girl since the one time they met, she knows that she's good to her dog, and that she needs taking care of, and suddenly she can't remember... anything, it would seem ( Read more... )

Some time in the afternoon, there are people. Three people. Doing various things.

In the Conrad, there is one visiting, one moving in.

Ruvin, after the awkwardness of waiting for someone with a keycard to let her down the elevator, is standing in the basement lobby, arms crossed, a little grin on her face ( Read more... )

In the common area of the Conrad, Shilo's curled up comfortably in an armchair too large for her, knees pulled up to her chest and a book in her hands, Leapsfar fast asleep on her shoulder ( Read more... )

There’s a slicing into Elle’s head as she cries out, gasping in pain. He is going through with it. Her mind flashes images of her life before her eyes, like the old cliché says. The fire at her grandmother’s house, the blackout that landed her in the Company, her first assignment, her last assignment, her father’s bloody head, scooped open like a ( Read more... )

Aniki is by the lake, reading under a streetlight as the day winds down. Her expression is... well. She doesn't look like she's enjoying herself. Eventually, just before true dark, she closes the brown-covered book in her hands and sets it on her lap. She stares up at the bugs bouncing off of the edges of the light, going from silhouette to halo as ( Read more... )