Near the gates of the Main Gauche, there's a demon, sitting in the cold on top of several large suitcases (very, very large suitcases - you might be able to fit her in one of them if she curled up just right), in a thick furry coat and with a cocker spaniel on her lap ( Read more... )

On an abandoned baseball field not far from the Main Gauche, one small beat-up sedan rolls to a stop near a collection of other beat-up cars, a truck or two, and one SUV which seems to have been mounted with a forward-facing chainsaw. Out of the newest car hops a Malek, who pops the trunk, bops back (opening the doors for his passengers on the way ( Read more... )

Penny is carrying boxes of pamphlets. Three boxes to be exact. She's walking down a street in Chicago headed back to the Main Gauche with three boxes in her arms. It's a little difficult to navigate and even more difficult to see, but when she's put to a task, especially an important one, she gets it done ( Read more... )

Perched cross-legged on the edge of the fountain at the Main Gauche, there is a Buffy. A Buffy in a hooded jacket, staring off at nothing in particular with a brooding expression. There's a cup of coffee between her hands, but she seems to have forgotten it's there. This is not a happy Buffy. This is a Buffy who's been wanting to go home for a long ( Read more... )

Pay no attention to the Slayer pacing the grounds of the Main Gauche. She's just in that weird place between bored and frustrated, with too much energy and not that much to do with it. Buffy is starting to miss Sunnydale. Not just her friends there, but Sunnydale. Maybe Chicago is no less crazy, but it seems she has less to do here.

Annie is ( Read more... )

The Doctor has been in the sewers for a few days now. He'll continue to be down there until he's sorted out what's wrong, because... well, because it's the Doctor, and he's not good at giving up on a problem if he thinks he can sort it out. He is, at the moment, wandering down a tunnel lit only by some sort of phosphorescent fungus, sonic ( Read more... )

There are two small blonde girls slinking into the Main Gauche after dark. Annie has been gone since last night, and she's not entirely sure she really wants to go back to her room and have Becky ask where she's been, if she even noticed. So she ends up in the hallway, frowning at the door to her and Becky's apartment like something might bite her ( Read more... )

It's a warm, clear night. The Chicago summer seems to have slid into improbably perfect weather, which after a series of nasty storms is only fair. It's a little past midnight now, and there's a young woman wandering down the street with her hands jammed in her pockets, head down and long brown hair in her face. For once, she's not wearing a dress ( Read more... )

Sam is just a little on edge. Not in the "going to start shouting at people who aren't there" way, more in the way that he knows there's something wrong, somewhere, but can't quite define the how and why just yet ( Read more... )

Two girls have just walked into the Main Gauche compound. Well, "walked" is a loose term. The tiny blonde is pushing the slightly-less-tiny brunette in a wheelchair. There's a duffel bag in the brunette's lap, and the blonde has another over her shoulder ( Read more... )