It's Friday evening in Chicago, and people all over the city are looking for a bit of a challenge, or at least something to occupy their time for a while.

Ananya Chinnamalai strides down the front steps of the Field Museum, her high heels clicking on the marble steps. She mutters as she tugs at a dangling diamond earring, readjusting it and ( Read more... )

Fall is coming to Chicago. The air is cooler, there are clouds thick in the sky (but not thick enough to be heralding rain just yet- just enough to be pleasantly cloudy), and while the leaves haven't started turning yet, the overabundance of pumpkins for sale and preemptive Halloween decorations give all the indication that the season is coming up ( Read more... )

In Grant Park, somewhere far from the crucifixion site, far enough that you can't even see the yellow police tape, Bean is sitting at a table. On and beneath the table are boxes and boxes of T-shirts, in all different sizes and colors. All of them have the phrase "Wanderer? Fine by me" printed in bold letters on the fronts. Bean herself is wearing ( Read more... )

Ruvin is asleep. Which is a good thing, really, except for the fact that she's asleep in the middle of Grant Park. She's curled up on a bench, wearing comfy clothes and oblivious to the world.

Cy is tracing the same path back and forth through the city, carrying trashbags, plastic bags, and various other containers full of clothes from her ( Read more... )

Adrian is nervous ( Read more... )

It's Saturday night, and as befits a good old Saturday night, the Luna bar is hopping. The bar's near capacity, and it seems anyone and everyone has turned up, whether to just enjoy a drink or three or for more secretive purposes.

Jack Malone is seated at the far end of the bar, his body half-turned toward the crowd. It's force of habit; seated ( Read more... )

Time Agency Eletor 462O1/J, subsidiary name code unassigned, is in a cell in the sub-basement of the Conrad Hotel. Pacing ( Read more... )

Shilo is curled up in the common room of the Conrad, flipping through a history book written in the looping handwriting of some angel of knowledge or other. She's doing her best to think about the book, instead of how much she misses home, or her dad, or even her stupid room. Because she doesn't. Really.

Martin is at the coffee shop, staring at ( Read more... )

Adrian is on a bench outside of a certain doughnut shop, near an overpass of the L ( Read more... )

[[OOC: Wanted to get this post up since family might arrive tonight. If under-18-year-olds attend, Martha will set up a separate section for them exclusively. Treat this like a party thread! Post in your character, and then the assumption will be that everyone who attends (in either the over 18 group or under) will have talked to your character at ( Read more... )