Anna slips through the door of the Wasteland carrying a tote bag ( Read more... )

Russ started off the evening in a less than great mood -- it's January, it's Chicago, it's cold and windy and it makes his ribs ache -- and then Armand and his flamingos showed up.

Fucking world's out to push his buttons tonight, huh?

He's acquired a glass of moonshine and is alternating sips of it with drags on a cig.

Here is a Wasteland. It is a club, among other things. There is even a stage. And on this stage, there be a couple of garden flamingos ( Read more... )

Deborah enjoys the city at night.

It may be because it is one freedom she was never accorded in D.C. Immune she may have been, but immunity was of little value while the degeneratives traveled in such large groups-- packs of them, hordes at a time. At any rate, it is hardly safe here in Chicago ( Read more... )

You thought being a werewolf was tough?

Try it with PMS.

Gwen is just getting over the worst cramps of her life-- frankly, she'd rather turn into a werewolf for the first time all over again than go through another round of these-- but she has been Hearing Things, you see, and has come to the conclusion that she can't afford to spend another day ( Read more... )

Solomon coughs and gets out a crumpled pack of smokes as he sits down very, very carefully in the middle of the street just outside the Wasteland. "I...I need to sit."

"How is every body?"

Salla is bloodied, with a large clawed gash taking up most of the left side of his face, and a variety of other bites and blood smears covering his shredded

[Out and about in Chicago...

A good old fashioned posse makes its way to the University of Chicago. Karla and Preston investigate, Russ and Claire hunt, and Daniel and Salla battle.

Meanwhile, Anna faces down Nicky.]

Tonight, Daniel walks into the Wasteland with no horse. She has been stolen, or at least borrowed without asking, and he knows the culprit ( Read more... )

The werewolf formerly known as Russ --

Well, currently known as Russ, too.

And to be known as Russ in the future, if everyone knows what's good for them. (Cough cough Salla.)

-- has just pulled up on his bike outside the club.

He enters a moment later, half-smoke cigarette in his hand.

So now they know ( Read more... )