It's like drinking hot chocolate in Hell
A wide array of people are in a wide array of places.
Maggie has settled herself at a table on the outside of a small restaurant fairly close to the explosion that took place a few days ago. An untouched of coffee and pasty are sitting next to her, though all her attention seems to be devoted to a laptop. If time is any indicator, it's going to remain that ay unless something comes to interrupt her.
She's been rather stressed the last few days, stressed and frustrated and none too happy. It is best to approach with caution.
Meanwhile, September has settled herself up in a tree in one of the less frequented areas of Grant Park. She's been staying around the area for the past few days and if someone were to look around the bushes nearby, they might find her belongings.
She's quite comfortable all things considered, laying stretched out against one of the lower branches and listening to the noises of he park. It's peaceful, though she knows she can't take all this serenity for too long, so if someone came around and stirred things up for her, she wouldn't object.
Algernon and Gwenevere are both roaming the streets, although nowhere near one another and it's probably best that it remains that way.
Al is wandering around the pier, looking rather non-threatening as all things go. That means nothing though, for he's got a blade and a firearm in close reach and won't hesitate to use either. For the moment though, he's enjoying himself and the fact that he's managed to escape the Conrad for a while.
Gwenevere on the other hand, isn't doing anything nearly as relaxing. Instead she's combing the streets, getting the lay of the land since it seems they're going to be staying for a while. She's on guard, mostly because Chicago is still a foreign place for her, though at the same time, it might seem like her mind is somewhere else entirely, off making mental maps of all the nooks and crannies of the city as she discovers them.
Maggie has settled herself at a table on the outside of a small restaurant fairly close to the explosion that took place a few days ago. An untouched of coffee and pasty are sitting next to her, though all her attention seems to be devoted to a laptop. If time is any indicator, it's going to remain that ay unless something comes to interrupt her.
She's been rather stressed the last few days, stressed and frustrated and none too happy. It is best to approach with caution.
Meanwhile, September has settled herself up in a tree in one of the less frequented areas of Grant Park. She's been staying around the area for the past few days and if someone were to look around the bushes nearby, they might find her belongings.
She's quite comfortable all things considered, laying stretched out against one of the lower branches and listening to the noises of he park. It's peaceful, though she knows she can't take all this serenity for too long, so if someone came around and stirred things up for her, she wouldn't object.
Algernon and Gwenevere are both roaming the streets, although nowhere near one another and it's probably best that it remains that way.
Al is wandering around the pier, looking rather non-threatening as all things go. That means nothing though, for he's got a blade and a firearm in close reach and won't hesitate to use either. For the moment though, he's enjoying himself and the fact that he's managed to escape the Conrad for a while.
Gwenevere on the other hand, isn't doing anything nearly as relaxing. Instead she's combing the streets, getting the lay of the land since it seems they're going to be staying for a while. She's on guard, mostly because Chicago is still a foreign place for her, though at the same time, it might seem like her mind is somewhere else entirely, off making mental maps of all the nooks and crannies of the city as she discovers them.