Fletcher Hadley has just walked out of Lake Michigan.

No, you don't get to know why. Sometimes, things just happen and people accept them and move on. Capice?

He looks completely unfazed, even in spite of the tear in his jacket and the blossoming bruise on his cheek and the fact that he's soaking wet and it's 45 fucking degrees, what the fuck.

If he ( Read more... )

[I'M BACK. May not be tagging until I get home due to silly filter quota time here at work, but tags will happen tonight. I will still be a bit slow, but please bear with me. ♥? Also, feel free to catch Fletch while he's outside his building, should you be so inclined. I may need to do some pinging when I get home to hash out some unaddressed ( Read more... )

Aislin Benedict, guardian angel and lover of the Beatles, has just arrived in town. Parked about two blocks down from Grant Park, she's sitting on the hood of her trusty, rusty-as-fuck VW. The rust is so thick, it's stained the back of her ancient jeans a deep reddish orange, and her sneakers look like she's been walking in Santa Fe mud. None of ( Read more... )

[Party post!  The whole point of this thread is for all of the Kashtta residents (both new and old) to meet each other, so thread-hop to your heart's content!]

Starting at around 2:00 pm, Mio has been hard at work in the Kashtta kitchen, getting ready for the welcoming dinner that will be held later tonight.  Sure, she could have just gone out and ( Read more... )

Much as Max would prefer to hate this whole shapeshifting thing, he can't help but find something comforting in the fact that he now has a way to get very, very far away from everything else without actually going anywhere. After the chaos of the past few weeks and the disaster on the journal network last night, he decided that it'd be easier to ( Read more... )

{ Party-threaded post! }

The Kashtta Tower's doors are open.

...not like thatSunset approaches and the first of the refugees start trickling in; the ones who didn't want to wait for the vans Elashte's people are driving back and forth from the Community Centre to the Kashtta. They want the best rooms, or the first look at the place before it's ( Read more... )

[OOC: Party/disaster thread! Make threads for pre-destruction leading into destruction, during the destruction, and post destruction. Timey wimey, etc. Obviously, if you're under the rubble, you're only going to be near a limited number of people]

The city of Chicago had no idea that the Rift preshock that occurred earlier in the week was only an ( Read more... )

Daniel has come to know the feeling hanging in the air this evening well; it's part fear, part uncertainty, part resolve. It gives rise to a familiar pattern: something happens, the city copes, its residents push forward. He's one of them. He doesn't know how many friends he's lost, but he recognizes names among the numbers being tossed around.

The ( Read more... )

It's an explosive evening in Chicago.

...no, really.

Daniel Faraday's had a little accident with his lab, you see. He didn't quite blow it up completely, but the flash of light that he unintentionally produced was pretty epic.

That was a little earlier. Now, he's outside the Conrad, looking a little shaken but otherwise okay. His brain hasn't cooked ( Read more... )

There is a triumvirate of slightly unstable men in the Conrad basement's common room this afternoon, consisting of Daniel Faraday, Maxwell Smart, and Chuck Noblet.

Dan is sitting in an armchair, drumming his fingertips against his knees as he stares into space. Things are going really, really well for him - his time machine's coming along (only ( Read more... )