Will Tippin has very little idea what's going on with Torchwood. This is not to say that he hasn't tried to find out, but he's been hindered by a few things ( 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... )

[OOC: Okay, another party thread. :) Comment your characters in or have your characters respond to other characters' comments within. Uh, anyone who got invited can be here. And there's a huge list of invites. Well, not huge, but substantial. Like anyone she's ever had a decent conversation with. So come. Plz ( Read more... )

April is, as most of the Conrad wanderers are, for their own comfort, upstairs now. She's been upstairs for quite some time now, as a matter of fact, if a couple weeks counts as "quite some time ( Read more... )

Those looking in the park across from the Conrad might find someone vaguely boyshaped stretched out across a bench. To further confuse the issue, there's the lipstick, eyeliner, and very sparkly nail polish, though close examination will reveal an Adam's apple and a lack of breasts. This someone, one Schrödinger by alias, newly come to Chicago, is ( Read more... )

Several people are having a Very Bad Day.

Nate is in the kitchen, sitting at the table in the back where he and Mat used to hide out before they got their wards. Sulking is not what he's doing. He's just... thinking. Very, very sulkily. There are several people he'd like to hurt now. Of course, considering one of those people is a First Angel, one ( Read more... )

Donna is... not pleased with the way things are going ( Read more... )

GLADYS, having gotten all her rage out in that little journal post, is in the back of the cafeteria, flour in her already gray hair and all the way up her arms to her rolled-up sleeves. She's had to throw out three batches of cookies for various problems, which is what happens when you bake while angry. The last batch turned out okay, though, which ( Read more... )

There is a blonde girl in Chicago.

Okay, technically, there is a blonde girl getting dumped out of the cab of a semi-truck, and a bag being tossed out after her.

"Fine! You be that way, you common little burk!" she shouts as the semi drives off. "See if I ever... oh, bugger it, he's already gone ( Read more... )

Recent news reports have understandably gotten one Desmond Descant far more tense than he should be. It's an all-too familiar scene for him that hits far too close to home. Well, maybe no one's ever actually used his face to commit a murder and potentially frame him for it, but he's been manipulated into doing some things that turned out really bad ( Read more... )