[ A few days ago, Mr. Magorium was met with the surprise of his life.

And, given how long a life his has been, it was some surprise.]

Edward Magorium steps outside of his toy store and home in proper gear this afternoon. His scarf is candy-cane striped, his jacket is puffy and brown, and his shoes are-well, the same. His toes are freezing, but that's ( Read more... )

[OOC: Annual winter post. :3 Both Decembers, the comments have been up in the thousands. The post is open all of December until January for all/any winter/holiday shenanigans. Quick reminder, you are encouraged to tag around, tag to other threads as well as making your own. Feel free to spam! :D]This December in Chicago is as filled with ( Read more... )

Out in front of the Kashtta, Dusty Baker is sitting on the steps in front of the door, her eyes closed, playing an invisible cello. She misses being able to play, especially when her emotions are so strong she feels like she's going to explode. So in lieu of actually having one, she is playing, humming the melody to herself as her hands run over ( Read more... )

He doesn't know what time it is, can't remember how long he's been here or how long he's been awake. The sun rose, he knows that and it's still early in the morning. The birds are singing and there's lot of traffic. It's not been very long since they found him though, since they started teasing and taunting him. He knows that much ( Read more... )

Chicago is sunny and warm on the first day of school for Looney High. Thankfully, two teenagers are able to take advantage of the sunshine, not being enrolled in school.

Tay, the older of the two, is sitting on the roof of the Kashtta, enjoying the sunshine as she goes over her new Torchwood-provided arsenal. A shotgun (though she misses her old ( Read more... )

It is a beautiful, bright and sunny day in Chicago, and Shawn couldn't be more pleased with the weather ( Read more... )

[Open to threadhopping, but no Roderick tags, please!]

The Kashtta is deteriorating. The signs are everywhere, and have been-in the way the walls seem to be cracking more each day, the paint fading and flaking; in the floors that creak and moan; in the air itself, so dank and foul, just hanging in every open space ( Read more... )

Outside where the Conrad Hotel used to be is standing a tiny, blonde teenager with very brightly-coloured wings and a canvas messenger bag with colourful doodles all over it. She wasn't standing there a few seconds ago, but most of the people passing by don't seem to notice her ( Read more... )

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There are young adult angels in Chicago. From youngest to oldest:

Dusty Baker, Children's Angel, has broken out the cello again, and is busking in the park just across the street from the Conrad. She's playing all sorts of things, and she has a boombox even so she can play the rock version of ( Read more... )

Look at this post.

Now look at your characters.

Now back to this post.

Sadly, this post does not have your characters in it, BUT IT COULD.

Gray Raines is currently on a streetcorner, snogging a random woman he doesn't know. IT COULD BE YOUR CHARACTER. The reason for this snogging is because he may or may not have gotten into some trouble at a pool ( Read more... )