Josef Soltini dragged himself out of an alleyway fifteen minutes ago. He's got a black eye and he's noticeably limping as he makes his way back home. It has not been his day. He's currently on the phone with someone who is to immediately dispose of the two dead bodies he left behind.

He's more worried about the state of his tailored suit.

Phoebe ( Read more... )

Francis is at the bank. He's running low on funds. What he doesn't know is that this bank is about to get robbed.

Really bad timing on the robbers' parts.

Jo is in Grant Park. The angel has her knife, and she wants it back. She didn't respond to his journal entry, merely because it would be easier to just show in person. Considering how poorly ( 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... )

Robin Rice has a date. He tries not to think about what happened after his last first date. This is different. History won't repeat itself. It can't. There is some difficulty in forcing himself to believe it. He hopes when he sees her those fears and worries as paranoid as they are will melt away ( Read more... )

((OOC: Heather, we can do the Dan thing here if you'd like. Backdate their thread to right before this post))

Martha Jones is walking from the Conrad back to her home. Yes, walking. She spent the last half hour paralyzed after an attempt to slow down the progression of the poison in Dan. The last Dan died in this world. She refuses to let this one ( Read more... )

She got up extra early that morning... not really knowing why. Sitting up from her bed, the former Lieutenant found that she had woken up early enough to see the sun rise from her window. It was beautiful... no matter what universe you found yourself in. A run sounded good, she decided, washing her face and brushing her teeth, pulling her hair up ( Read more... )

The city's dark, quiet and wet just after a summer storm. It's warm enough for Teddy to shed her coat, but she doesn't really feel like doing that right now. She's just on the edge of the park, looking down the long row of benches, and something about the quiet is getting on her nerves. It's leaving her alone with her thoughts, and that's never ( 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... )

[[OOC: Wanted to get this post up since family might arrive tonight. If under-18-year-olds attend, Martha will set up a separate section for them exclusively. Treat this like a party thread! Post in your character, and then the assumption will be that everyone who attends (in either the over 18 group or under) will have talked to your character at ( Read more... )

It's another slow Monday mid-morning at Twice Sold Tales. Not quite so deadly as the last time the narration visited this establishment on a Monday morning; there are a few people hanging around the store. There just aren't as many as you'd find much later in the day ( Read more... )