A shadow was passing over the city. Literally. There was nothing to be seen in the late afternoon sky, not even a disturbance in the clouds, but something was coming in fast across the Hudson. It was too high up for anything more than a faint flickering shade across the water, but in the pre-fabricated jungle of Lower Manhattan there were some, ( Read more... )

(From here.)They were running a little late. There had been traffic, then changing of clothes, returning of the Merc to the dealer, organising the team and not being able to answer Doc's questions about what the hell had happened to Logan, anyway ( Read more... )

Takes place a couple of hours after ThisPaperwork. He was getting so tired of shuffling paper ( Read more... )

(Open to anyone who might be checking out the Park, responding to the ambulance call, [fill in reason here].)

New York, New York. Later, Zylyn might ruminate further on the name. He had questions about that, about the city itself, and exactly why Boon was so excited about being here. Not that he was showing it - at least not very much - but their ( Read more... )

(OOC: OK, just throwing this in - open for responses, and the lead-in story to Doc's arrival is linked at the bottom of the post.)

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There were, Doc had decided, quite a few places which - all things considered - he’d really rather not be. 2000 light years from home - that was one. A little shy of a hundred years in the freakin’ past - yeah, that ( Read more... )