Sometime around eight in the morning, Owen Harper is in the Kashtta Tower infirmary with his back to the door, cleaning and re-dressing a set of fairly deep healing clawmarks on his forearms. He's managed to keep them out of sight so far by washing them at odd hours and wearing long-sleeve shirts, because he doesn't particularly want to have a ( Read more... )

The choice of a bar for a not-so-random act of whimsy is a tricky thing. On the one hand, it should be a place neither Sark nor Suzie (but primarily Sark) would be embarrassed to be seen in, but on the other, it shouldn't be so good a choice that either of them would want to return on a regular basis ( 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... )

Ahhh. Chicago. Heart of the Midwest, if some are to be believed. Certainly not the worst place to come from.

Chance Adams would know, because she does come from the worst place to call your hometown. Peoria is a shithole if you ask her, and even if you don't. She'll probably tell you anyway ( Read more... )

(OOC: These flyers appear all over Chicago and the Suburbs…)

( CHICAGO 4 CHICAGOANS -- FREAKS AND MONSTERS WANDER ON OUT !!! )

At the Kashtta, Dmitri Lang is just stepping indoors with a duffel bag and a serious need to have words with Jack Bristow. She's a native Chicagoan, even if it's not this Chicago, and she knows exactly how to deal with threats against Wanderers: shove her hands in her pocket and head wherever she's going with no more indication that she cares than ( Read more... )

It's Valentine's Day! ....And there are various people around Chicago who are not actually celebrating it for one reason or another, and someone who apparently is.

Juliet is taking a stroll through the park, huddled into a jacket. While it's not nearly as cold now as it has been recently, she's never lived anywhere that wasn't tropical her entire ( Read more... )

Into the Conrad Hotel lobby walks an archangel bundled up in an old leather jacket, scarf, and hat against the winter chill. And 5'10" he's not terribly impressive for an archangel, but this takes into account the slightly crooked way in which he holds himself - all while giving the impression that he's holding himself as perfectly straight as he ( Read more... )

((OOC: Enjoy the parade! Comment on the floats, band, politicians, whatever. Mingle! ^^ Also, Flagg gives off normal human psychic-ness to anyone who might be poking around ( Read more... )