Ruvin has had several very startling realizations. The first, she's almost seventeen. In just under a week, she will be. She'd all but forgotten about birthdays.

The second--she's been in Chicago for a year, as of today. She's paused where she is, in the middle of crossing a street to look up at the sky in surprise.

Winny is standing in front of ( Read more... )

((OOC: I don't think that's Chicago in that icon. XD But it's a city with a tree! This is slow timed for all eternity. Feel free to post into it at any time/make locked threads! Feel free to comment into it several times with the same character if your character has decorations, present finding, and snow ball fighting to do. :D It can happen ( Read more... )

Chicago's trying to move on. So are its residents. Five in particular today are engaged in their own little rituals, trying to either deal with the aftermath of the plagues or to restore some normalcy to their lives.

Rachel Conway steps under the yellow tape that marks off the burnt remains of Twice Sold Tales. She walks up to what remains of ( Read more... )

At midnight, Chicago returns from Silent Hill.

At midnight, none of the firstborns, no matter where they are or how they're protected, come with it.

There are no bodies, no sign of them leaving. They're just gone, leaving those who remain to figure out what exactly happened.

Every firstborn in Chicago will be trapped in a dreamworld. Locals will ( Read more... )

It's Friday evening in Chicago, and people all over the city are looking for a bit of a challenge, or at least something to occupy their time for a while.

Ananya Chinnamalai strides down the front steps of the Field Museum, her high heels clicking on the marble steps. She mutters as she tugs at a dangling diamond earring, readjusting it and ( Read more... )

It's Saturday night, and as befits a good old Saturday night, the Luna bar is hopping. The bar's near capacity, and it seems anyone and everyone has turned up, whether to just enjoy a drink or three or for more secretive purposes.

Jack Malone is seated at the far end of the bar, his body half-turned toward the crowd. It's force of habit; seated ( Read more... )

Ah, Chicago. Such a huge city, with so many people, that the same dramas can't help but be played out time and time again. Sometimes, even within the same day. Today's flavor seems to be "when worlds collide."

Case in point: Ananya Chinnamalai is walking up to the entrance to the Main Gauche. She's never been the sort to avail herself of free ( Read more... )