The clock strikes midnight a third time. The last of the frogs fall from the sky and hit the ground. By the now the entire city is covered in a thick coating of frog entrails. Somewhere, city officials are very unhappy about the mess they have to clean up ( Read more... )

It's still early when Gwen arrives at the Conrad, though she looks worn, rumpled clothes and dark circles under her eyes like she hasn't slept all night. She's also moving with a certain tension she can't quite shake, though she'd like to be able to act as if she's calm, as if she doesn't feel like a dog with its hackles raised and teeth bared ( Read more... )

Alex spends entirely too long in front of her wardrobe (not that there's much in it) trying to decide what to wear to meet Gene - till she realises that she's mad for wasting time like this. He's a construct, and even if he weren't, she still ought to be ashamed of herself. And it's hardly as if Gene cares about what she's wearing unless it's a) ( 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... )

By 4:45, the protesters who started at Grant Park have marched past the ruins of old City Hall, stopped for a speech, and then forged on to mass across from the building which houses the legislature at the moment - across because there's a handful of police just to make sure that everything goes smoothly ( Read more... )

At 1:30 in the morning, Aaron Barnam's El Camino pulls into the Kashtta Tower's parking lot and before Aaron can even think of getting out to see if the guy in the back needs a little help, he hears the thud associated with someone climbing out the back and then watches as Sark limps his way towards the door, still carrying April's body, a steady ( Read more... )

All around the city, various people are doing things which, for once, are completely unrelated to the Carnival.

Gene Hunt is at a bar, waiting for one Vincent Sterling. Both of them could use quite a few drinks, it seems, and then Vincent's grand tour of Chicago, emphasis on where one might find the local scum ( Read more... )

The Other's been wandering Chicago, finding places to stay here and there, occasionally visiting a homeless shelter. It's more interesting that way. But with the mentions of violence in his journal, he's of the opinion it's time to make his way to one of the safehouses that have been mentioned ( Read more... )

((OOC: Another party thread. You know how it goes. And if you don't... ask! ^^ Happy Riftversary! Even if it's two hours until... it's over. :/ I'm sorry I'm slow ( Read more... )

In the training room at the Main Gauche, there's a Slayer with her Christmas present, going through a few sword exercises she remembers from before. It's been a while since she's had a sword in her hands, but now that she does... It's easier to fall back into than she would have thought. Muscle memory comes easily to Slayers ( Read more... )