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... )

Rachel Conway is on her way home. She hung out a bit late at work to watch a poetry reading down in the basement cafe, and then she caught a cab to her neighborhood. She's currently at the corner of Jackson and Halsted, having stopped at a Greek grocery store. Their apartment building apparently is near the Greek neighborhood in town; Rachel ( Read more... )

Alfred Pennyworth is not a man to sit idly. He is content to be busy, and it is his chosen path ( 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... )

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's another slow Monday mid-morning at Twice Sold Tales. Not quite so deadly as the last time the narration visited this establishment on a Monday morning; there are a few people hanging around the store. There just aren't as many as you'd find much later in the day ( Read more... )

Alfred Pennyworth carefully arranged the plate of cookies next to the teapot and lifted the fully stocked tray with steady hands. He had managed to coerce Bruce into agreeing to join him in the sunroom for a tea. Young Master Bruce did not take nearly enough time to rest, in his eyes, and Alfred grew more and more concerned as each day passed ( Read more... )

[OOC: The epic. Let me show you it. Tag as much as you want with as many characters as you want. I'm crazy.]

9am: Elizabeth Jules has decided it's a good thing she started training with Aaron Barnam. Not that she expected to be assaulted by an undead wanderer on the sidewalks of Chicago three weeks after training started, but she's not dead, yet ( ( Read more... )

This is a residential district ( Read more... )

The early bird gets the worm.

When she was a child Rachel would adhere to this school of thought. She wasn't like other children that didn't like going to bed at a certain hour and would fuss over having a curfew. She was obedient unless she strongly opposed, loved her mother who worked hard and enjoyed life just as much. She misses her mother. ( Read more... )