[ooc note: Should you decide to tag Fletcher with a demon, please do so with extreme caution. He is not in the best mindset right now and is very, very, very likely to attack. Violently. Also, feel free to place him anywhere in the city for tagging purposes, as long as there's a sidewalk there.]

Fletcher's plane arrived at O'Hare four hours ago.  ( Read more... )

Early this morning, one of the residents reported to one of the junior archangels about strange smells coming from one of the rooms. One look at the basement manifest and Vincent knew who the room belonged to ( Read more... )

[[Forward-dated to Sunday afternoon. Party post. Open to everyone, even if you don't know the happy couple- this is as much a celebration of two years of survival as it is a wedding.]]

In a large, nondenominational church in Chicago, people are gathered for a celebration- the wedding of Desmond Descant and Martha Jones. Everything is decked out to ( Read more... )

There are things one doesn't do in Grant Park.

Well, there are various things one shouldn't do in Grant Park, but one does anyway. For example, drug dealing. Prostitution. Falling through from alternate dimensions ( Read more... )

Tabitha has been given a clean bill of health. Honestly, she thinks she should have been allowed out of the hospital a long time ago, but she understands why they worry. She can be found wobbling into the Gauche on a pair of crutches. The car broke her leg in two places, which is going to take a bit to heal, but otherwise, she's feeling fantastic ( Read more... )

But I don't want to play God either. I can't do that. I don't want to pick and choose.

But you have before.

Martha Jones is seated at a cafe, pouring over notes that her wedding planner gave her. There are choices she has to make even she told the woman that it doesn't particularly matter to her as long as she marries her fiance, as long as the ( Read more... )

Ruvin has had several very startling realizations. The first, she's almost seventeen. In just under a week, she will be. She'd all but forgotten about birthdays.

The second--she's been in Chicago for a year, as of today. She's paused where she is, in the middle of crossing a street to look up at the sky in surprise.

Winny is standing in front of ( Read more... )

[Backdated to last Tuesday]

At exactly 7:10 PM, a black Jaguar pulls up to the Gauche. Tabitha helps herself out, and stands on the curb for a few moments, waiting for her father. The stress of the last couple of days has been building up on her, and it's not helping her health. She seems fine enough, though, if not a little tired and wobbly. Mild ( Read more... )

[[OOC: Forward-dated to around 4:30 PM on November 13th. Treat like a party thread. You know the drill.]]As sun begins to set over Chicago on Friday the 13th, Buckingham Crater has been transformed from a place of destruction to a place of memorial. Candles in little glass jars are lined up in front of a makeshift wall made out of covered and ( Read more... )

It is the second-to-last day of the plagues, and, unexpectedly, the sun rises. For five hours and 35 minutes, it is a perfectly normal, if a bit cold, Chicago day ( Read more... )