It has been a while since Reagan has faced the streets of Chicago. Or, well, it felt like it. He's left his apartment with all intention to walk. Just walk until his legs grew tired or he forgot where he was going. It was getting worse-- people around him forgot more and more, and it was clear his coworkers were suffering a lasting effect. So, he ( Read more... )

Emily sits on the floor of the Casa's living room with her head in her hands. She hurts all over, but she's not sure why. Her head hurts the most. It hurts much more than she's used to it hurting after long sessions of trying to push and pull objects and people out of the Rift at camp ( Read more... )

Four--well, technically Luka Petrovic now--is in a coffee shop.  She's been saving up the change she's been finding for all of today, and now she finally has enough change to buy herself a pastry.  She hasn't had one since a couple of weeks ago, when she had that picnic with Babel in the park.  Four considers her options carefully, and settles on a ( Read more... )

Insects buzz through the cool evening’s air and the leaves from the willow tree rustle in a soft breeze. The only thing that disturbs the silence is a high-pitched, girl's voice singing. Her hair disheveled, leaves and branches and even an odd dead flower tangled in her hair and the edge of her gown is already caked in mud. She doesn't seem to ( Read more... )

The weather is nice, Ruvin is going stir-crazy, and despite the CLF's apparent interest in flattening her, she wants to go outside. And not outside-on-the-roof, because Robin might be up there, and that... Just no. Not right now ( Read more... )

Sam has been trying to think, and as sitting at his desk and brooding hasn't helped, this involves a lot of pacing, up and down the halls of the tower, through the empty halls no one's ever really used, and the ones still marked with bullet holes because no one has the time or cares enough to do something about that, and that one rusted hallway ( Read more... )

In The Kashtta Tower, Andy Mackenzie is trying not to be too consistently paranoid in her ward's direction and has decided to make herself a cup of calming tea in the kitchen. Her wings are out, held tight against her back to keep them from twitching.

Dmitri Lang has invaded the lounge, tucking herself into a corner with a worn copy of A Brief ( Read more... )

The Chicago cold is nothing new to him, but today has just been one of those days.Reagan Hawkins was attempting to go to work, but found that the mix of the chill and the wind was a little too much to handle. Waking up late after a long night out made the idea of work a little impossible. He'd only just gotten back in the city after visiting his ( Read more... )