I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark, living in a powderkeg and giving off sparks.

[hesourhostage]

In a Main Gauche sunroom, Andrew Wells is sitting upside down in a chair with his camera, rewatching old footage and snickering to himself. One of these days he's going to find some way to invest in a laptop and some video editing software and actually get this documentary off the ground

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[kineticmachine]

Coincidentally, the bar Bambi's in happens to be the very same one Arlin walks into rather purposefully. He notices her in the initial scan of the room, and does make his way over to where she's sitting at the bar, but orders himself two shots of straight everclear and downs them before acknowledging her presence. Hey, this is friendly, for him.

"Bambi," he says with a small nod. "Never thought I'd see you out of your office, what with your little advertisement."

[theshameofcain]

Bambi vaguely notices him out of the corner of her eye, but she can do the aloof thing too when she wants to. Then again, she's not exactly the friendly type, herself.

She picks up her whiskey and takes a sip. "Arlin," she says, nodding right back. "If I didn't take a break, I'd go crazy, and a crazy forger doesn't lure in the prospective fish."

Hey, the Organization is always looking for new blood or at least people who would be useful whether they want to be made useful or not.

[kineticmachine]

The noise Arlin makes could barely be described as a chuckle, but it's close enough. The narration isn't sure whether Arlin even knows how to laugh anymore anyway. He orders a proper drink, not a shot, this time, and turns to her while the bartender makes it.

"That would lure fish, but not the right kind," he says. "Though I find it hard to believe that there are Wanderers around here that the Organization has an interest in." He says this as though he isn't technically a Wanderer himself. And as though he doesn't know the Organization's take on recruiting.

[theshameofcain]

Bambi scoffs a little, toying with her glass. "There are a lot of useless morons among them, but every so often, you find a gem, and between what they were before and what the Rift did to them, we can find a use for some of them." She leans back a little, locking her legs around the stool so she doesn't tip over when she stretches. "And if all else fails, I'm sure Leona's always looking for another pretty face."

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah's been holed up in his rooms ever since the Penny Incident, trying to figure out what the hell happened and what do to next.

He knows what he wants to do next. Fuck laying low and not going on a hunt. Noah needs to kill. He needs to feel the buzz and the pleasure, oh god, he's been missing it for weeks.

So he's heading out of the Gauche, when he spies Missy. Well. Those are some interesting scars.

"War wounds?" he asks, coming up behind her, the slightly amused smirk plastered on his face. Hm. Perhaps the hunt could wait a few moments...

[technicallyiam]

Missy gives him a look that suggests she might be contemplating eating his face. Pissy Missy is pissy. She relaxes a bit, however, because this is a demon and a cute one at that, and she doesn't attack demons if she can help it.

"I wish," she drops the cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out with a satisfying crunch underneath her boot. "War wounds are a lot less humiliating."

She doesn't mind admitting that she was shot by an angel- a guardian angel at that. What she won't admit is that she was whacked on the nose by a midget.

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah's eyebrow shoots up. "Do tell," he says, his voice rumbly in his throat. "I'm looking for... something to do." The way he says it more than implies that he's willing to go after whoever shot her and, well... decimate them.

He's a little violent like that.

[technicallyiam]

Oh, she knows that tone, and she grins a little bit. "You're cute, but I work alone." Or with Logan, but Logan's special. "Although, if you really want something to do, I've been thinking what I need is a little change of scenery."

She walks a little closer to him. "The Main Gauche was a nice place, but it's not nearly violent enough for my tastes, if you catch my drift."

Well, she's good at getting a good standing in with a new employer. Maybe if she does join this little 'Organization,' she can bring some friends along and get a few more benefits. It's like an 'invite a friend' package for killers.

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn's been looking for Bianca all day, and has only now found her. He's tired- he's still only half-healed up, but he feels like he needs to talk to her, after the abuse he's endured, both from himself and from one Julian Sark.

"You're a difficult woman to find," he says, out of breath after climbing a bunch of stairs. Jesus, Vaughn, getting out of shape? He looks at her curiously for a moment. "Are you all right?"

[asoultosave]

It should probably not be mentioned that the cigar she's smoking was the one that Sark bribed her with, which is good enough that she's considering finding out where he got it and throwing herself at that person for another.

She felt him coming, so when he arrives, she gives him a onceover. "Jesus, kid, don't give yourself a heart attack." She twitches her wings and then turns back to the Chicago skyline. "I just like bein' up here." Not a lie. She really does. "And you should be restin', not runnin' up flights of stairs, chasin' me down. Who's lookin' after who here?"

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn frowns for a second. "I'm fine," he insits. "They let me out of the infirmiry. Clean bill of health and everything. I'm ready to get back into action." He quickly closes his mouth. He's not about to let Bianca know about his plans (plans that, for his sake, the narration hopes never come to fruition.)

"Besides," he continues, "I have a right to look after you too. I'm the one who gets you into situations where you could be hurt. Now if you're hurting and it's not my fault, I have the right to know about it." Because he'll feel guilty if she doesn't. Poor baby.

[asoultosave]

Bianca looks at him for a long time and then cackles. "Kid, I have never seen anyone with a moral compass who points that due north in my entire life." Well, if she knew about certain things, she'd understand that it has pointed south, but all she knows is that aside from picking fights with blond kids in parks, he's a fucking saint.

"A guardian angel doesn't need a guardian angel, Skippy, but thanks for the sentiment, and I ain't hurtin'. It's a family thing."

Because that explains everything.

[thecellsiam]

Today's a pretty good day, so Aubrey's making a point to stick xes head into the sun rooms to see if there's anyone xe vaguely knows in them. As bad as xe is about Regular Socialization, sometimes xe feels the need for other people.

So when xe sticks xes head into this one, and sees Piper and Andrew in it, xe grins a bit. "Hey," xe calls, leaning in the room with both hands on the doorframe. "How goes?" Xe may or may not be talking just to Piper, but there's absolutely no indication of this.

[savesomelight]

Andrew looks up from his camera, waves a little bit, and then goes right back to it, which isn't actually an unfriendly or 'I'm-scared-of-you' gesture- more like an 'I'm busy right now, we'll talk later.' For all he's easily distracted, sometimes Andrew can actually focus... Even if it is just on old home movies.

Piper's a bit more enthusiastic, however. "Hi! It goes fine, actually. I mean... Aftershocks and all that, even though it's been, I dunno... A few weeks since the whole complex went kablooey, but it's fine, really. Just reading right now, actually." Miracle of miracles, she said that all in one breath and that sentence is cut off with a rather awkward gasp of breath. "Anyway... How are you?"

[thecellsiam]

Aubrey ignores Andrew completely. Let him have his stupid camera.

Xe grins at Piper; it's hard not to, with that enthusiastic of a response. "Good to hear!" xe replies to her all-one-breath ramble. Xe actually walks into the room at this point, pulling a chair out from a table and straddling it backwards. "I'm fine now -- few weeks of suck with not having a job and the war and everything, but like you said, it's been a few weeks now. And I got my job back! And I might be going to see a movie with people!" Aubrey, abuser of exclamation points everywhere.

After a moment, xe tilts xes head. "Speaking of, you wanna come? It's apparently some big party thing, so I doubt anyone would care if you came along." After a moment, xe adds, "You can come too, if you want," in the general direction of Andrew, more to be polite than anything. And in case Piper might feel kind of weird with just one Semi-Friend there; she and Andrew seem to be fairly inseparable, so xe assumes they're friends.

[savesomelight]

"Oh fun!" Piper beams, clapping her hands together a little. "God, I haven't been to a movie in ages, and I haven't even been to the city yet." To be honest, she's a little bit freaked out by that, being a small town girl and all, and she's not exactly a social person, but she likes Aubrey and if Andrew goes... Well, she can convince Andrew to come along, even if he didn't want to, which he probably will.

As if on cue, Andrew actually puts down his camera and looks over at him, suddenly very interested. "I haven't been out of this building since I got here." A pause. "Okay, sometimes I follow Buffy and Tay when they go hunting, but that doesn't really count."

Piper smiles at him over Aubrey's shoulder and then turns back to Aubrey and whispers, "I'll make him leave the camera at home. He's not so bad when you get used to him, really." She's well aware that the two of them seem to make each other uncomfortable- empath and all-but she's a natural born peacekeeper and if someone like Tay can actually like Andrew (whether she'll admit

[clanoftheswords]

Meanwhile, Farley Claymore has finally found his way down to the basement again. It's not that he's planning to move back down there right now - he's just too used to living in the actual hotel to seriously consider it - but now that the First among Fanatics is dead...

He's on his way to the Rift room in the basement, partly out of nostalgia (it was where he crossed, after all), and partly to be away from people. His anger against Tesla has worn down, he's still a bit annoyed. Though not so much that he doesn't notice the open door.

"Hello?"

[armedandangelic]

Mitsuki looks up from checking her cell phone compulsively, half-expecting text messages from her team back in Tokyo. It would somehow make her feel better if she thought the world was falling to shit without her there, but her kids can handle life without her.

"Hi," she says, blinking a little. "Did you need anything?"

Well, a lot of people seem to be seeking her out for one reason or another. Her wings are out and she stretches them a little compulsively like she's trying to make herself look bigger- not in a threatening way, just in a, 'I'm totally in control' way or something like that.

[clanoftheswords]

Okay, now Farley definitely wasn't expecting that. He steps back just a little, taking in the fact that this woman just sprouted wings. Something in the back of his mind automatically registers her as an angel, but for the most part, he only seems a little taken aback.

"Oh! Erm, sorry, just noticed the door was open and..."

After a moment, he realizes he should probably introduce himself. "Er, Farley Claymore." He pauses, then he adds in a slightly smaller voice, "wanderer."

No, not nervous about the fact that she's an angel at all.

[armedandangelic]

She tilts her head to the side, somewhere between amused at that reaction and something else entirely. She pulls her wings back a little bit and takes a step foward.

"Yeah, I didn't close it, in case someone was looking for me." She figured he was a wanderer from that reaction- then again, some of the natives freak when they see an angel for the first time. "I'm Mitsuki Takahashi. I'm an archangel and I don't eat wanderers for lunch."

She felt compelled to add that, because he does seem a little nervous of her. It's going to take some time for the wanderers to trust her kind, apparently. Not that she blames them much.