Methos is sprawled out on a couch in the common room with a beer in hand, and is, quite bluntly, utterly bored. He's been in the training room with his sword more times than he can count (always when there wasn't someone else there, though he had to stay up pretty late to ensure that Revan had gone to bed); he's wandered into the music room, found ( Read more... )

Martha Jones is drinking coffee at the renovated coffee shop down the street, only about ten minutes from the Conrad. There are balloons outside and a sign. It's fairly crowded in here this afternoon, but she doesn't really mind, because they're all strangers and it's like being surrounded by nothing ( Read more... )

Morona is sitting in the common room, wrapped in a chenille throw from her own apartment and shivering like it's 10 below freezing in there (even though it's not ( Read more... )

The sensation is coming from Trian.

He is seated on a couch in the Basement Lobby, with his eyes shut and hands folded neatly on his lap. He is speaking, words of another language flowing from his lips almost without pause; he hardly seems to be drawing breath. The words are melodic, seeming to bypass your ears and ripple through your mind. But ( Read more... )

Regulus was across the street at the park, sitting at a small table sipping on a slushie while reading a novel. A novel called 'Salem's Lot by Stephen King. Which was a good, thick read. A little suspense, but not enough to cause him to lay awake at night ( Read more... )

The Conrad hotel lobby is more crowded than usual. It's that time of day when many people are getting in for the first time, retiring from a long day of sight seeing and tourist attractions in Chicago, or getting in from their important business meetings. The line to get to the front desk is long ( Read more... )

Regulus wandered into the hotel, a place that felt vaguely like home to him but also had a foreign feeling. It had been a while since he'd walked the halls of the Conrad. Shaking his head, he looked around, of course things looked pretty much the same. He sat down at a table in the cafeteria, magicking a cup of tea in front of him ( Read more... )

Not only does Luke know every hotel and motel in Chicago, he's, also, good friends with receptionists in most of them. His demon pimp slips them money or lets them have a free go with Luke and they tell him what room his client's in ( Read more... )

Jacob's been away from most of the world for the past week or so, enjoying a victim. Not that it's only been one lately -- all that fear after the earthquake, right up on the surface.... It was like a free buffet. And who can resist a buffet, honestly ( Read more... )

Regulus had been milling around the lobby for about an hour, waiting for someone, anyone really, to show up. He wanted to go out, he heard it was sunny after several days of cloudy weather. He kept checking was watch, poking around the lobby, checking the picture boxes...the televisions...which were still weird ( Read more... )