On Tuesday October 27, as the clock strikes midnight, all the blood in Chicago shifts back into water. Dead animals line the edge of the water, where animals flock to drag the carcasses away to feast after they've drank their fill, fish float to the top of the lake to be easily picked off by birds and other wildlife, and red stains remain in the ( Read more... )

At exactly midnight on October 26th, 2009, something that's been lying in wait since Flagg's death earlier in the day grips Chicago tightly. It's been building to this moment all day, a sharp feeling that most will dismiss as anxiety from the television broadcast. It's just leftover trauma- nothing more, nothing less ( Read more... )

((OOC: Backdated to earlier today. Julia can now hear and will be very aware of other people's surface thoughts, so just know that if you tag her now.))

Julia stopped paying attention to her birthdays a long time ago. She knows vaguely how old she is, but the exact date just stops being important after so long. Except, apparently, this one day, ( Read more... )

[[Timelines for this post are a bit wibbly-wobbly, but continuity is overrated, anyway.]]

Gene Hunt is wandering the halls of the Kashtta Tower, trying to hunt down someone going by the name of Luke. Becky said he needed looking after, so Gene's planning on doing just that. And first thing is talking to the lad ( Read more... )

Adrian wonders now what on earth made him think this was any kind of idea. Not even a good idea. Just... why would he even conceive it?

He's in the Conrad's basement, just outside the lift, without his guitar for once, and wearing a leather jacket he lifted from a pawn shop. Hey, it's a nice jacket ( Read more... )

{Conrad Hotel Basement party thread!}The headwaitress at the Conrad hotel has seen an awful lot in her time working there. Angels, demons, shapeshifters, elementals who weren't aware they were elementals, and, on one particularly notorious occasion, an elemental who seemed to only be able to work with balsamic vinaigrette ( Read more... )

In the Conrad, there's an archangel prowling. Julia Angelos looks something like her mother - not enough that she's going to be mistaken for her, but enough that anyone catching her out of the corner of their eye might get an odd sense of deja vu. She's been here a couple days, and isn't sure she's going to stay, but ( Read more... )

Ben is in an armchair in the common room of the Conrad Basement. It's significantly warmer down here than out there, and Ben's decided that he doesn't really want to try going outside again until it's a little warmer. And by 'a little' what he really means is 'a lot ( Read more... )

[[OOC: Okay, kids. Have your Christmas Ball. ^^ Given that 'tis the season for traveling and holiday stress, you can probably expect the whole kaboodle to be slowtimed to Hell, but the important thing is that it's here for you to throw your kids in. Mix and mingle, make new friends, and have fun! Remember, this takes place on December 24, so any ( Read more... )

The basement of the Conrad is seeing some action once again, as the Rift within it unceremoniously dumps a white-haired teenager onto the floor headfirst, landing with an undignified "oof!" followed by "ow, shit!". He rubs his aching head with his left hand, although the pain's already subsiding, using his softly glowing right hand to push himself ( Read more... )