((OOC: I don't think that's Chicago in that icon. XD But it's a city with a tree! This is slow timed for all eternity. Feel free to post into it at any time/make locked threads! Feel free to comment into it several times with the same character if your character has decorations, present finding, and snow ball fighting to do. :D It can happen ( Read more... )

Just outside of the police station, Casey Wyatt is standing with her back to the wall, looking more than a little lost. She spent the night at the station, and theoretically could go home any time now, but she's just going to... stand here a little while longer. There should be a limit to how many times in a month her life can throw her for a loop ( 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... )

A car loaded with teenagers pulls up in front of the Conrad. Finding parking in downtown Chicago is never easy, and Buffy is not willing to wait. She springs out of the car and races into the lobby - only to realize that while she knows the basement is where they keep the wanderers, she has no idea how to get there. Um.

The Doctor is wandering ( Read more... )

Shilo is curled up in the common room of the Conrad, flipping through a history book written in the looping handwriting of some angel of knowledge or other. She's doing her best to think about the book, instead of how much she misses home, or her dad, or even her stupid room. Because she doesn't. Really.

Martin is at the coffee shop, staring at ( 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 3:00 in the afternoon, there's quite a crowd gathered at Buckingham Fountain in Grant Park. Most of them look pretty much like any citizen of Chicago - all races, all ages from early teens up to the smattering of grey-haired but stalwart protestors, people from every apparent profession and walk of life. A few have shown up in their work ( Read more... )

No one actually told Martin where a certain redhead was staying. He just finds these things out - when you're used to tracking down demons, figuring out where one wanderer is staying in the basement of the Conrad is not difficult ( Read more... )

Rachel Conway is back in Grant Park, squinting curiously at the statue of Abraham Lincoln. At the lap that had been her landing point, when she'd found herself here, in this Chicago-that-isn't-hers. Nothing else has really worked for her, in terms of finding out what happened, why this happens, and how to escape it--she's not quite ready for Des ( Read more... )

Vincent is standing outside the police station, looking gruff, but perfectly reasonable at the outset, but, under that, he's seething and kinda wishing he could knock some heads. He has absolutely no idea what's going on in the city and there's been no real leads, but considering he once had respectable contacts in the police force, this is as good ( Read more... )