There's a very awkward guardian angel standing in front of the door to room 167 at the Motel 6. He's got a plastic bag filled with clothing, flasks (some empty, some not), and packs of cigarettes, and Gene's gun safely tucked away ( Read more... )

Romeo does his job well. Not that he likes the word. Job. From reigning terror in Italy to recruiting for the Organization al around the world in Chicago, currently. The second one loses the proper ring to who he is. Nevertheless, it's true. He does work for the Organization. As boring as work sounds, he enjoys it. More than reigning terror (most ( Read more... )

JD has never really had to deal with death. Not like this anyway ( Read more... )

Becky is writing. Music, that is. In the music room. She's got a couple of different notebooks scattered around the piano, and she's currently fiddling with melodies and harmonies and chords ( Read more... )

The Doctor has finally left Martha's side - with many, many assurances that he's coming back. He just... needs to get out, needs to get some air, needs to wander a bit. For some reason, whenever he's out, he tends to gravitate to the pier. Which, considering he was stabbed the first time he wandered out there, is a bit of a mystery ( Read more... )

The elevator doors open to a couple of faces that haven't been seen in the basement since before the plague hit. A sweet-faced blonde demon pushing a very happy-looking brunette ex-angel in a wheelchair.

Folks, Becky Trapper's back home. And she's smiling. Her leg's still in a cast, and under her shirt, her ribs are still wrapped, but her ( Read more... )

Randall Hunt steps into the hospital waiting room without hesitation. He's been running since she had told him where she was so it's difficult not to simply sprint inside. It's more than the immediate worry over her being in a hospital (with a friend or not) that has him so antsy to see her, again ( Read more... )

Becky has been doing better ( Read more... )

{{OOC: This happens, fairly obviously, after the ginormoshowdown and the megarescue.}}It's a good chunk of time after the explosion when a searing blue light flashes in the lobby, depositing a pile of bodies in the middle of the floor. There's no ceremony to it, no reassuring poise and dignity: a good half of them are unconscious or tranqed out ( Read more... )

Don't mind the tiny golden dragon sitting in the lobby of the basement. Really, don't. She's hoping to stay hidden, which explains why she's perched in a ficus in view of the elevator, mostly obscured by the leaves ( Read more... )