Everything is hazy. Kittentits stands, collapsing almost immediately as she does so. Onto a body.

The scent of blood is heavy in the air, and it assaults her as she stares into Pwned's face. He-she hadn't even known his name, his real name-but he had been a friend of hers. Right? All of it at once. She can't ( Read more... )

Jason Randall is wandering. He has been for a few hours, lost in thought and doing his best to get lost in the city, taking turns based on whatever crosswalks happen to be lit and the relative density of the crowds. Now it's getting on toward midafternoon and he should be heading back to the Inn, so he looks up to note the cross streets ( Read more... )

"This is... so not my house." Xander Harris stands on a sidewalk in Chicago with an axe in his hand and talks to himself. "It's not Sunnydale either. There are too many... buildings and not enough creatures of the night trying to kill me."

The axe is a souvenir from earlier that night. The night where he proved to himself, at least, that he's more ( Read more... )

At 3:00 in the afternoon, there's quite a crowd gathered at Buckingham Fountain in Grant Park. Most of them look pretty much like any citizen of Chicago - all races, all ages from early teens up to the smattering of grey-haired but stalwart protestors, people from every apparent profession and walk of life. A few have shown up in their work ( Read more... )

( Warning: Animal abuse )

[[OOC: Pretend this was posted at three in the morning, or thereabouts, when fewer people would be awake. Anyone who likes can still tag in, of course, but Suzie's trying to pick an hour she's less likely to be interrupted.]]

Suzie's not the world's greatest piano player, but what she is is a perfectionist. So, in her latest search for something ( Read more... )

One For Sorrow doesn't expect the highway. At the moment he feels the Alchemist's heavy fingers closing on his wingbones, he doesn't expected to get out at all ( Read more... )