Eilir is slumped against a random building on a nondescript side-street somewhere in downtown Chicago. She feels dirty and exhausted, and she hasn't been home for three days. Gods, what she'd give for a hot shower and her bed. Strike that, a pillow and a door between her and the world would tide her over until this week makes sense. It's the gods ( Read more... )

In Grant Park, somewhere far from the crucifixion site, far enough that you can't even see the yellow police tape, Bean is sitting at a table. On and beneath the table are boxes and boxes of T-shirts, in all different sizes and colors. All of them have the phrase "Wanderer? Fine by me" printed in bold letters on the fronts. Bean herself is wearing ( Read more... )

[ooc: backdated to the last entry in Eilir’s journal/two weeks ago. Tags will be slow-timed since I still don’t have internet at my new apt ( Read more... )

[ooc: backdated to Friday]

There's an band playing a blend of Irish rock at some pub called the Red Gryphon. A flier for the show drew Eilir's attention, and she had nothing better to do, so she decided too brave the storm. Now she's glad she came. The band's good. She feels exhilarated by the storm and the music. Grinning, she heads over the bar ( Read more... )

[OOC: tags will be slow-timed, since it's 2:30 in the morning, I've been out for my birthday, and I work all weekend. But here's where Eilir's been since the riot. Back-dated a bit.]

Eilir missed the riot, mostly by virtue of a confrontation with a strange man claiming to be an angel. Not that she doubts him, but she's not been taking anything for ( Read more... )

At 3:00 in the afternoon, there's quite a crowd gathered at Buckingham Fountain in Grant Park. Most of them look pretty much like any citizen of Chicago - all races, all ages from early teens up to the smattering of grey-haired but stalwart protestors, people from every apparent profession and walk of life. A few have shown up in their work ( Read more... )

Eilir steps off a bus in downtown Chicago, loaded with a single large duffel and  a carry-case for her bow and quiver. She's been away from the city for several weeks, but finally decided to try civilization again, and to see if anyone has found a way to send wanders home. She's been in the back woods of northern Wisconsin trying to teach survival ( Read more... )

Eilir is in the Kashtta, tucked away in the lounge with all the couches. She's sitting cross legged on the floor with a large map of Chicago spread out in front of her. She's staring at the map like it's a puzzle, and writes notations for herself along the edges and over certain landmarks. She's found something productive to do, and it's something ( Read more... )

[OOC: Hi! I'm restarting Eilir's rift-presence. I wasn't able to continue her activity last fall for various reasons, and the mods okay'd a restart. So, have fun. Feel welcome to throw anyone at her.]

In one of the deeper sections of Grant Park a rift opens and a woman steps out. The common passerby may overlook her as her clothing blends in nicely ( Read more... )