While there are usually a lot of archangels hanging around the Conrad, it's less common for them to be half-naked. The bleeding part is not nearly as uncommon. She's already screwed up Martha's stitches. Sunshine has no idea where she is. The last thing she remembers is some pool shark getting pissed that she was pool hustling him and so she ( Read more... )

In the wee hours of the morning, in the Kashtta Tower, Suzie is building something. It's taking up most of a conference table, and serves no discernible purpose. It has pendulums and lights which flicker on and off through scavenged bits of coloured glass, held in place by curling wire. It has ornate hour and minute hands from an antique clock, ( Read more... )

04:00 - In the Kashtta Tower, soft music is floating from the piano room tucked back by the cursed hallway.

It's not terribly good music.

J picked his way through a primer someone had left on their piano, and is now demonstrating minimal proficiency at having memorized any of the songs. He can pretty reliably hit the first few bars of Ode to Joy ( Read more... )

In the halls of the Kashtta Tower - one rather rusted-out and old-blood-stained hall, to be particular - something is happening.

That "something" happens to be a door splintering apart and a ranting pseudo-Angel of Knowledge stumbling through the broken bits.

Dmitri Lang is gripping a pickaxe which shines faintly with clean gold light, and thus ( Read more... )

At exactly midnight on October 26th, 2009, something that's been lying in wait since Flagg's death earlier in the day grips Chicago tightly. It's been building to this moment all day, a sharp feeling that most will dismiss as anxiety from the television broadcast. It's just leftover trauma- nothing more, nothing less ( Read more... )

(Treat this as a "party" thread. If your character is supposed to give testimony and you feel that you need or want to write out that testimony, feel free to post them in here giving their testimony. Other characters would be in the court can reply to that comment with their reaction to that testimony. A summary will be up in Martha's journal of ( Read more... )

The Vesmier is in the front lobby of the Kashtta Tower, sitting and waiting for... several people, actually. Though he suspects the person he needs to be, some hypothetical figure of authority who could offer a proper procedure for any of this, for all of it, will not appear ( Read more... )

[Forward-dated to right after this post]

Ruvin barely paid attention to the streets, the people, the lights. She should. She knew she should. But after Robin, after thatShe doesn't make it all the way before the urge to shift overwhelms her ( Read more... )

Training dictated that he wasn't supposed to care and yet, care he did, and he'd already been in this situation once before enough to recall the feeling. This was almost worse. He couldn't see the loss for the guilt that first time. It was a sobering reminder that he probably wasn't all that he had tried to be for almost a year, one that left him ( Read more... )

{{OOC: Backdated to the morning after the Carnival's midnight show.}}

Dmitri is in The Coffee Shop, nursing something tall, strong and unsweetened as she watches the journals, specifically one post. Of course. People always die in Chicago. She's just... usually it's not her friends, in the night, so that everything's happened and done by the ( Read more... )