Jeremy's been a busy boy, going out of his way to make it look like he's calling the Gauche home, trying to lead the angels back towards Cicero. But right now, he's thinking of heading home. Laying down a little more strategy. He's been keeping to crowds. Public transportation, busy streets, blending in with all the skill he's learned in two ( Read more... )

There are kids again in Chicago!

Gladys is sitting at the bar in the Conrad drinking a drink she, once again, cannot identify, because dammit she deserves a drink! Or something. She may be the tiniest bit drunk, but that makes her more fun!

...Doesn't it?

Noah, meanwhile, is very pleased, having managed to get off his first kill in a long, long ( Read more... )

Samus has been many places and seen many things in her lifetime. She's experienced a great deal of surprising events, indeed some of them on her own ship before. Surprise attacks, surprise visitors, strange transmissions and calls for help. She's never held the delusion that her ship's a complete sanctuary, only that it's as close to one as she was ( Read more... )

Schrödinger's having a good night. A really good night. He's all gothed out in flowing velvet and high-heeled boots, with a leather corset topping the whole thing off, and his makeup is, of course, immaculate, despite a few hours of dancing. He's walking with an arm around Jacks, and the two of them have been laughing about some asinine thing or ( Read more... )

Martha Jones has spent the better part of the week at the Conrad hotel, as much as her house with a random smattering of people has become home to her, the Conrad will always hold a special place in her heart. It was her home for so long. She's leaving the hotel, actually, for the first time since she entered to walk through the park, take a break ( Read more... )

Amber McKeenan is in what used to be the Main Gauche's garden. It doesn't look much like one anymore. For a while she just stared at the wreckage... It had been so beautiful here, and that was one of the things that made her come in the first place. Now it's all destroyed, and so many people died ( Read more... )

A cab pulls up in front of the Main Gauche, rather slowly and reluctantly as it gets close enough to see the twisted wreckage of the gates, a few scorch marks on the buildings and grounds... Gwen hands the driver a few bills and slides out of the back seat, eying the gates uncertainly for a second before she starts inside. She can deal with this. ( Read more... )

When archangels go to war, it doesn't tend to be in Romana's typical sleek sedans with tinted windows. More often, it's in vans - large, windowless, capable of holding a good-sized group of archangels and their weaponry. An obscene number of these vans are now pulling up around the Main Gauche, doors swinging open and angels with a variety of large ( Read more... )

In the center of the Main Gauche's garden, there's a fountain. Standing on the edge of that fountain (because he's a tiny bastard, and he needs the height advantage so he can be found) is one Jeremy Taylor, guns and knives strapped to every portion of him in reach, and a sniper rifle in his hands ( Read more... )

Maya's driven as quickly as possible to the Main Gauche - as quickly as won't get her stopped by an officer, and as would be safe given that she still has to get used to everyone here driving on the wrong bloody side of the road - and finally come to the Main Gauche and parked. She recognises the other Torchwood SUV, parked with an ( Read more... )