Just hold me close to you

[just_add_souls]

Maka pounds up the stairs of the Gauche to the roof and slams the door open, sending pigeons chirruping and cooing in spirals up to the sky. She races through the cloud of dislodged feathers and slapping wings to leap onto the roof's ledge. For a moment she totters, then steadies, takes a deep breath and screams at the top of her lungs.

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[allmydiredreams]

There is also a Babel on the roof. She's been up there for a long time, surrounded by the pigeons (she's still wondering where the pigeon man went), staring out at the suburbs and shivering a little. She's not entirely there, though she's not as lost as she can get either. So she winces a bit, gasps, when Maka runs onto the roof, but doesn't do too much else.

"Howling to the wind, won't answer, just the pigeons and me up here and the biting teeth," she says. It's louder than a mutter, but not so loud that all her words will be heard. "You hurt, strain at the bones. You found him but he's not here, not anywhere near, will have to search far and wide..." and then she forgets she's talking again, and goes back to staring off the side of the building.

[just_add_souls]

Maka half turns, glancing back out at the city before she drops onto the roof proper. She didn't hear everything Babel said, but she feels like she owes it to the other girl to say something in reply.

"...What biting teeth?" It's hesitant and curious. She comes a little closer, then stops, not wanting to scare any more of the birds away.

[allmydiredreams]

"Wind dances and bites at your cheeks," Babel replies. She dances one hand in the wind, like she's seeing something that isn't there for a moment, and then curls the same hand back to her chest. She's rocking slightly, in time to music Maka won't be able to hear. "You found your lost one, did you?" she says very softly.

Sorry, Maka, she's just a little bit more recorder than person at the moment, so the crazy'll be especially pronounced.

[just_add_souls]

Maka frowns, clutching at the top buttons of her shirt. "Are you okay?"

She opens up a little, closing her eyes to feel Babel's wavelength. It's like there's static burning around the woman's edges, making her soul almost electric to the mental touch. Maka winces. "What're you doing?"

[coolestscythe]

Soul had to get out of the Conrad. It's absolutely stifling there, and Soul hates being perpetually locked inside. He wouldn't have stood it back home and he can't stand it now. Never mind that he spent far too much time in enclosed spaces just before coming through the Rift.

So he has somehow managed to find his way to Grant Park. He still has the hoody and ridiculous sunglasses and is generally feeling like an idiot and ready to blow up at any given moment. That's about when he spots Fritz prancing about in the fountain. He watches for a moment then approaches a little warily, glancing around before lowering his hood.

"You again."

[mustardwithat]

She stops and looks over her shoulder, arms held up over her head.

"That's hardly specific, Kaczynski. Could be talking to someone on the other side of the fountain for all I know. You again. Fuck that."

She cartwheels and then sits down in the water with a splat, before flopping onto her back and making water angels.

[coolestscythe]

He can't help it, he starts chuckling. "You're really weird, you know that? It's practically freezing out, and you're taking a swim."

Black*Star would probably like her and keep trying to one-up her by jumping into ice water or something. Soul's smile fades just a little. He wonders what Black*Star is doing back in Death City, with Soul gone. Is he even alright? Soul remembers vaguely that he was attacked by the Kishin. For all Soul knows, Black*Star is dead.

He shakes his head. No use thinking like that.

"You're gonna keep calling me that, aren't you?"

[mustardwithat]

"Sure's shit comes out your ass." She pulls a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. "What's with the face, kid?"

She opens the packet and frowns at the soaked cigarettes.

[akablackkitty]

As food helps you not die, Marshall has just recently invaded the kitchen for a sandwich and is now returning to his office in the CCTV room to fiddle with his boxes of shiny things and watch the monitors, but he gets derailed by a thing! ...And an Abby.

He makes a noise that sounds like a greeting filtered through a mouthful of pastrami on rye and then swallows and repeats said greeting, "Hey, Abby, how's it goin... And, uh... What's that you got there?"

Marshall is attracted to shiny things. It's a gift.

[chimaerasaurus]

"Flinkman," Abby says, grinning at him. She hasn't seen Marshall in a while. "Thought you might be interested. I dunno what it is. Found it in the park."

She holds it up, watching the colors shift, and feels the pull to put it on again. "Grant Park," she says. It sounds a little vague. Abby shakes her head and drops the hand holding the necklace to her side.

"Coffee shop's back, by the way." Yes, she has a job again. No simple explosion will keep Abby Maitland from feeling completely useless.

[akablackkitty]

Marshall bounces a little on the balls of his feet. Between his Christmas present and all the stuff that Abby's been bringing him, he will have all the best toys. Fear, Chicago. Feeear.

He stares at the necklace, scratching his chin. "Well... It's kinda... Well, actually it looks a little Harry Potter to me, actually. Which reminds me.. I really need to hit a library or something, because... All seven books are out in this time period? Flink is so there. I mean, we'd only gotten the first... Two, I think? I don't even remember.. Sometimes... Being a lab rat means that your contact with the outside world is a little.. Ehhh... Oh hey! You got your job back! Hooray! You know, I've been meaning to stop by there, you know, just to see it... Never actually been to the infamous coffee shop. Kinda seems like living in New York and never actually seeing the, uh... Uh... Statue of Liberty."

It should be noted that he's never taken his eyes off the necklace the whole time he was rambling. It's very pretty. And very weird.

[chimaerasaurus]

"Does look it a bit, doesn't it?" She rubs her hand over the stone of the necklace and jerks in surprise as a shiver, almost like an electric shock, rolls up her arm. "Ow."

Abby looks from Marshall to the necklace, trying to smother a grin. "We should go. To the coffee shop I mean. I've got an employee discount."

The last bit is delivered as though she's offering an all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii.

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark is in ur Towerz, not bein' an animal for once. He's had his fill of it for awhile, even if it does mean he gets to sleep better. That and getting into small places and having teeth and claws are about the only benefits to being a shapeshifter that he can see.

And in his bored meanderings around the Tower, he has found... His cat. And a typewriter. Why does his cat have a typewriter?

"And is there a particular reason why you seem to be having a staring contest with a typewriter, Ragnar?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow.

[prince_stupid]

"This device is following me, Julian Sark."

Ragnar's tail sweeps back and forth in irritation. He raises one paw and leans forward just enough to smack at the keys. A collection of letters hit the paper with a heavy thwap and the cat skips back.

"What is the meaning of this?"

[sarkraticmethod]

A couple of scenarios cross Sark's mind, but the one that makes the most sense when you consider the Rift is... That it's a journal.

Well.

He sighs and studies the ceiling, wondering why in God's name this universe is so insane and steps a little bit closer. "It would appear that it's your journal, although why this place decided to give you a typewriter is absolutely beyond me."

[prince_stupid]

"Journal?" Ragnar does not understand this. He stares at the little marks on the page, and then skips back again as more little marks appear under his marks. "For what reason do I have this thing? I cannot understand these marks. I am not the Uroum ."

[amuseamused]

Jennifer Rose just happens to be passing by the fountain when Fritz jumps in. That looks like a huge amount of fun, but she'd rather not ruin her shoes right now.

Instead she'll just watch with a grin.

[mustardwithat]

Fritz stops after a cartwheel, her hair dangling in lank curls against her face, and salutes Jennifer Rose. "'s'matter, Doily-dear? Only half as entertaining from the sidelines."

She kicks a spray of water in the girl's direction, completely unapologetic.

...Sorry about that, Jennifer Rose.

[amuseamused]

Jennifer Rose giggles. "But this way I don't catch a cold." It's getting a bit chilly with the sun going down, and she really doesn't have time to be sick. "Maybe at the end of term I'll give it a try."

Actually, that would be the best way to celebrate the end of finals.

[mustardwithat]

Fritz sloshes her way, shaking her hair out of her face. "Student, huh? What'cha do? Professional Cardboard Box decoration?"

She squeezes her hair and water dribbles down her arm.