In the wee hours of the morning, in the Kashtta Tower, Suzie is building something. It's taking up most of a conference table, and serves no discernible purpose. It has pendulums and lights which flicker on and off through scavenged bits of coloured glass, held in place by curling wire. It has ornate hour and minute hands from an antique clock, ( Read more... )

04:00 - In the Kashtta Tower, soft music is floating from the piano room tucked back by the cursed hallway.

It's not terribly good music.

J picked his way through a primer someone had left on their piano, and is now demonstrating minimal proficiency at having memorized any of the songs. He can pretty reliably hit the first few bars of Ode to Joy ( Read more... )

[OOC: this is totally happening shortly before the end of Trickster week. Because this is the whole POINT of doing this to her... This is aimed mostly at Buffy, but anyone at all is welcome to take the last bit of glee in knowing Tay's REAL opinion on things. ;)]Tay Barnam has made a large mistake. She hasn't realised it yet, but she has ( Read more... )

But I don't want to play God either. I can't do that. I don't want to pick and choose.

But you have before.

Martha Jones is seated at a cafe, pouring over notes that her wedding planner gave her. There are choices she has to make even she told the woman that it doesn't particularly matter to her as long as she marries her fiance, as long as the ( Read more... )

[Backdated to last Tuesday]

At exactly 7:10 PM, a black Jaguar pulls up to the Gauche. Tabitha helps herself out, and stands on the curb for a few moments, waiting for her father. The stress of the last couple of days has been building up on her, and it's not helping her health. She seems fine enough, though, if not a little tired and wobbly. Mild ( Read more... )

For the most part, Buckingham Crater has been quiet, today. Not a lot of people are out and about in the aftermath of the plagues, and those that are are staying far away from the police tape surrounding the wreckage, save a few curious onlookers here or there ( Read more... )

Midnight passes. The sickness that's taken hold of every shapeshifter fades away, causing every one to shift back involuntarily. When they awake, they'll be human again, if the shift itself doesn't wake them ( Read more... )

Jason Randall is wandering. He has been for a few hours, lost in thought and doing his best to get lost in the city, taking turns based on whatever crosswalks happen to be lit and the relative density of the crowds. Now it's getting on toward midafternoon and he should be heading back to the Inn, so he looks up to note the cross streets ( Read more... )

Gwen is standing alone on the pier, looking not out over the water but back, toward the city skyline. It's her birthday today. This time last year, she killed herself, a younger and scared and more innocent self. This time last year was before the archangels attacked, before Romana Fell, before Jack left and everything went to hell. A part of her ( Read more... )

Ah, Chicago. The Windy City. Home of the Rift. The Land of the Bucktoothed Snake... Possibly not that last one, although you really never know. It's a hot, cloudy Sunday and there are people out and about doing what people in Chicago do.

Des is, at this very moment, sitting in Buckingham Fountain. How he came to be there is an interesting story and ( Read more... )