Characters: Thomas, whoever wants to run into him
Time: Tuesday/Wednesday, day
Location: Around Chicago
Content: Thomas around town running errands and willing to give people lifts
Format: Prose
Warnings: Beware of Thomas
Unlike the endless parade of sports cars he'd spend the last year wrecking, the Hummer had a distinctly solid presence about it that Thomas had forgotten about. Which had been perfectly suitable when he was running around while Harry dropped houses on fallen angels but driving the behemoth down an empty street seemed a bit of overkill. Thomas stopped the car in front of a store, taking up three parking spots along the way, and hopped out with ease.
The sword and saber he'd carried when he'd first appeared under the Bean were no longer at hand, though the Desert Eagle remained tucked into the back of his jeans, beneath the untucked hem of his button down shirt. Giving the store's nearly empty interior a skeptical look, Thomas headed inside.
[ooc: Feel free to speculate on what sort of store Thomas is parked in front of]