In a small 24-hour diner in downtown(ish) Chicago, there are three customers. One of them is a bum, currently asleep in one of the corner booths, though he's not snoring, so the waitresses haven't bothered to try and kick him out yet. The other is one of the waitresses' boyfriend, much to the annoyance of the other waitress, as this means the ( Read more... )

Piper is eternally grateful to Aaron Barnam and his car, because it gets her out of the Gauche and away from all the emotions that she's so painfully familiar with and can't do anything about. At the moment, she's sitting on the steps of the library, eating a hot dog (one that is pathetically plain compared to most Chicago hot dogs, because Piper ( Read more... )

Luke had almost backed out. It rested on the tip of his tongue to say to Babel while he was still human early this morning. He hadn't slept. There was too much that could go wrong, too much running through his head. Babel will be okay at least. She can't die. No matter how wrong this might go. It's the only comfort he has... that and the genuine ( Read more... )

At or around 5am, Luka Petrovic wakes up for the day.  She quickly makes her bed and gets ready for the day, and is out the door of the Estates by 5:30 am for her morning run.

Between 5:30am and 7:30am, Luka is on her morning run.  She makes it a point to  run at least 10 miles every day.  Starting from the Estates she takes a long meandering route ( Read more... )

[Backdated to before she met Owen at the bar] Abby is sitting near the front doors of the Kashtta, soaking up a little sun. She's smeared with god-only-knows what, almost from head to foot. She was helping at the zoo.

In a normal zoo in a normal city, one would perhaps not be as filthy as Abby is.

But. Well. It's Chicago.

Ragnar Gustaffson ( Read more... )

Luke Roberts is pacing in the lobby of the Kashtta Tower. He has to respond to Arlin, but he doesn't know what to say to him yet. Luke believes him. Arlin seems sincere, and Luke really wants to get out. He doesn't want to have to be a bother to Torchwood or to put any of these people into danger. A hail of bullets and lion is what Gene said... ( Read more... )

As it turns out, the pier-- Navy Pier-- is not far from the Conrad. But Jonathan has no particular desire to see the sights down that way; call it interdimensional overload, but he'd like someplace that can guarantee a little less by way of tourism and more by way of peace and quiet ( Read more... )

[OOC: Party thread, operating the way party threads do; if your character is in the Kashtta, they're welcome to pop in and mingle with each other. Or...be a surly wallflower, or lineface at all the fun. Or whatever!]

There is a commotion in the KashttaSpecifically, there is a commotion in the second-floor lounge. There's a couple of party lights ( Read more... )

It's a warm day in Chicago. Too hot out to exercise, some would say. Others would scoff and stick to their usual workout, as proof of their commitment to physical fitness. Or perhaps to show off their badassery.

Rachel Conway falls firmly into that first camp. Usually she's got her bike ride to and from work to the Conrad for her daily bout of ( Read more... )

It is a little past midnight and Francis Barnam is not in a bar. Due to Katja unimaginable forces, his trip to Michigan had to be put off by a couple of days, which meant all of his information was no good and he had to start all over. He stops at the first 7-11 he sees once he's back in Chicago proper, going inside. He's mostly cleaned up from his ( Read more... )