Roland Deschain knows how to go into hiding when it's necessary. No one remembers the kid that tried to kill Randall Flagg before the man had even officially become mayor. He's glad that they don't. Roland can walk through the city, again, without the fear that any citizen would recognize his face and call the police. He would rather not kill any ( Read more... )

[OOC: The epic. Let me show you it. Tag as much as you want with as many characters as you want. I'm crazy.]

9am: Elizabeth Jules has decided it's a good thing she started training with Aaron Barnam. Not that she expected to be assaulted by an undead wanderer on the sidewalks of Chicago three weeks after training started, but she's not dead, yet ( ( Read more... )

[OOC: Chris and I decided that Robin's carnival-infected glee could last for a week or so, because I haven't had a chance to post him in yet with everything going on and glee!Robin is a once in a never opportunity. Plus, we're going to guess that sex had something to do with it lasting.]

Robin is in a park feeding pigeons. He has been filled with ( Read more... )

Roland does not allow himself a moment to close his eyes until he gets a response from Andy. Even when the response does come, he isn't exactly relaxed. He's listening so at the sound of footsteps entering the building he can be ready. This could be a trap after all. He wouldn't be surprised if Marten had people watching the journals.

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Roland Deschain has to return to his apartment in the Gauche again, as much as he'd rather stay away forever. He needs more clothes and ammo. He's bled through the arm of his shirt, again, and he can't afford for anyone to notice and connect the blood with his face and the face on the TV box ( Read more... )

There are moths in Desmond Descant's office. Their wingspan is as broad as a man's hand and they're all glowing, giving off little shimmers as they flutter from surface to surface. They aren't destroying anything! Just climbing around the office, lighting it up and being benignly pretty.

And whoever opens the front door of the Casa next will get a ( Read more... )

The man in black walks the streets of Chicago.

And the gunslinger follows.

( The First Encounter )

( ...the beautiful, the beautiful river )

Tay got a photograph in an envelope on her dresser this morning. It's of a woman named "Alyssa Sutton", and is dated "August, 1991". The woman has blonde, slightly curly hair (that looks a lot like Tay's does, since she hasn't washed her curls out from last night), and a big smile. She's laughing at something behind the camera, it looks like, ( Read more... )

Somewhere in Grant Park, just after midnight, the Rift spits out a magical sleigh, pulled by eight reindeer. Driving that sleigh is an old man wearing red and white, with twinkling blue eyes and a full white beard ( Read more... )