So have an Iris, Chicago, who's been figuring she needs to get out of the house some.

Not that she's been spending all her time indoors, recently. But, well, it's been between the Kashtta and Molly's sorority house, for the most part, and that's nice and all, but she's starting to worry that she's becoming one of those people who disappear into ( Read more... )

Aniki is curled up in an armchair in The Coffee Shop, reading a book. Terrier, to be exact, though she seems to be reading the same section over and over again, running her fingers over the pages with a lonely look on her face.

Murphy is out drinking. It’s Holy Week. What else is a quasilapsed Irish Catholic Knight of the Cross to do ( Read more... )

Even though her parents disapprove of her drinking coffee, Zoe has pretty much decided to disregard that today. She's curled up in an armchair in the Coffee Shop with a mocha and a book, reading and looking sleepy, and very cranky about it. Creepy journal conversations late at night do not make for restful sleep.

In the kitchen of the Kashtta, Sam ( Read more... )

In the alley behind the Empress Theatre, there's the loud crack of a pistol, easily mistaken for a car backfiring or something else entirely unnotable. There's no reason to be alarmed about it, either - if anyone happens to poke their head into the alley, they'll just see Harry, tucking his pistol away and moving forward to inspect a small leather ( 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... )

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... )

((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... )

Even after the years of surviving in Chicago, 040798-332 still gets lost on a regular basis. There is something about the hum of the cellphone towers in our brain that makes it difficult to Focus. It is like an alien screaming, biting into our eardrums, like a lullaby of Forgetfulness. We hides our Gift when in public; we is holding it under our ( 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... )

There is a redhead with a bookbag full of strange herbs and relics and her arms full of strange dusty tomes standing on a street corner somewhere in Chicago. She looks more than a little confused, and a little annoyed.

"That was supposed to be a guiding spell, not a teleportation spell!" she announces to the sky, and huffs a bit, looking around ( Read more... )