September 7 2007

Who: Aiden and Eury
When:
Where:

Who: A message left for Herbert from Charlotte.
When: Late.

"Herbert? It's Charlie... are you there? Are you okay? Please be okay. Stuff is going on and... please be okay. Call me when you get this. I don't care what time it is."

Who: Jovie
When: Nightfall
Where: Streets/Apartment

Jovie had begun to close up shop the minute the gas station down the street went up in flames. As she was walking briskly into her car, she had heard a horrified woman's scream down the street and had seen a shadow move and disappear in the direction before Jovie could truly see what it was. And she was smart enough not to want to know.

She got into her car and went directly home, searching the radio for any news as to what might be going on, but received nothing but static and some horrible country station which she had promptly switched off. As she drove, two cop cars flew by her with their sirens wailing. Not ten seconds later, two more had followed. Something was happening. What it was, she didn't know. And the minute she was inside of her house with the door shut and locked, she wouldn't care.

Once she was in the parking lot, she turned off her car, grabbed her work files and her purse and she got out of her car. Once inside the apartment complex, she headed directly for her door, not bothering to look back. She would know if anything was coming. Inside, Jovie locked her door, dead bolted it as well, and threw her things onto her couch before she flipped on the lamp and went to grab the bottle of wine from her fridge. She checked the lock on her kitchen window, tugged the curtains shut and grabbed a glass.

Minutes later she was on her couch with a glass of red wine on her antique coffee table. Digging through her purse, she pulled out her lighter, settled back and heard another police siren in the distance. It grew in volume until it was wailing outside the complex, and then passing, fading into the distance again. Jovie released the breath she was holding and flicking the light, lit the joint that guy had given her at the carnival. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, rested her head back against the couch and relaxed. It was going to be a very long evening.

Who: Melia and Alejandro
When: Just after full dark
Where: Near Alex's house

In Melia's opinion, walking without a specific goal or destination in mind was rather boring. It was so repetitive - left foot, right foot, repeat endlessly. All the same, she'd agreed to go for a walk with Alex when he'd found her on the lakeshore - she'd actually spent most of the day wandering around Marquette, using human money stolen from a human's wallet to buy things. Nothing big - she just wanted to practice using human currency. She'd picked up some human clothes, some 'waterproof' bags to stick her growing human clothing collection in so she could hide them better when not in use, and mostly wandered around, enjoying the town. Alex had been at the lake when she'd meandered down the shore after storing her new things, and somehow the human - angel, she reminded herself - had convinced her to go walking with him since they'd gone swimming last time.

a possible place of holding

Who: Olivia and Corwin
When: Just before midnight
Where: Streets of Marquette

She had made all the necessary phone calls. Well, almost all of them. She left a voicemail for Herbert, though she wasn't sure he knew how to check voicemail, so she sent him a text as well, asking where he was, if he was okay and if so to lock the apartment doors and windows, magic or not. She knew it was late, so there was a chance he was sleeping, but she also knew it was the weekend so he could have been out with one of his friends. She knew Judi would be home and safe, and probably (hopefully) asleep, and she didn't want to worry him by calling and waking him up. She knew she would go to his apartment after checking on Herbert anyway. She called and left a message for Mathias as she was walking out the door of Babylon, hoping he was okay and not out in... well, whatever the hell was going on. She wouldn't put it past him to be out in the midst of trouble, but hopefully one vampire bite was enough for him to keep his distance from it all. She doubted it. Maybe she would go by his house on her way home, just to make sure...

She didn't see anything, or anyone, out of the ordinary as she left Babylon, but she kept her steps brisk and purposeful. Turning the street corner, she mentally mapped out her route. If she got to Trowbridge, she could just cut through the park and cut the walking time in half. And maybe whatever mayhem was going on was done for the evening, especially with the sirens in the distance. She imagined the police were out in full force tonight. Feeling a bit better, Olivia reached into her bag. She found her lighter and gripped it before she began to dig around for her cigarettes. She spotted the folded tissue that held Mathias's necklace. She had taken it off an hour ago when she'd realized some shady guy in the corner of the bar was eying it whenever she walked by his table. Paranoid by thoughts of telekinetics somehow stealing it from her, she'd pulled it off and placed it safely in her bag. Now Olivia went to pull it out and put it back on when she realized how quiet it was. The sirens had faded, and she heard absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. Maybe it wasn't anything to worry about. It was late, and surely people were at home locking their doors. Glancing over her shoulder, she didn't see anything, but the silence unnerved her anyway and she began to walk again, keeping her lighter tight in her palm, everything else forgotten.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
When: About an hour after sunset
Where: Delilah's house

Corwin was later than he'd meant to be, when he showed up at Delilah's house that night, Jade at his heels and his van parked in the driveway. Yes, he'd driven. Even though it wasn't all that far to Delilah's house. But he'd been watching the news, and...

... and he was nervous.

Who: Sean and Joshua then Sean Joshua and Lullaby with a guest mini-appearance by Dean
Where: Dean, Sophie and Oz's house
When: Night

Sean hadn't heard much about what was going on in town. Scratch that, he hadn't heard anything about what was going on in town - he'd been watching a movie when he'd felt that unmistakable 'oh shit' feeling that told him that Joshua was in some kind of trouble. Once he was out of the door and on his way, though, that changed pretty damn quick - a bird's eye view of a city would do that for a guy and flying was the quickest way of getting to wherever the guy was - quickest and shortest, being he could go in a straight line.

On the ground below him, fires burned. Two big ones, one with smoke belching up into the atmosphere, but there were smaller ones springing up here and there. Emergency vehicles seemed to be everywhere, stopped at scenes and haring either to or from them. It was chaos and Joshua was out there, somewhere, pushing Sean on faster and faster, flying solely on instinct, trusting on his abilities as Joshua's guardian to guide him unerringly to his side.

His panic and concern lessened slightly as he was directed towards the lake, flying out of town, the ground below becoming quieter, darker, the houses more spaced out. There were no emergency vehicles here, no crashed cars, the screams sounded a long way off. It was as good as he could hope for as the angel touched down in the driveway of a house. Of course, the first thing he saw was the battered old truck, the way the hood was crumpled and the blood smeared across it. Now that? Wasn't good. At all. And Sean reached the house door in a matter of moments, banging hard on it. Joshua was inside, there was blood out here and if he had to break down the door to get to him, that was what would be happening. He'd give them ten seconds. Maybe less. Five was seeming too long right now. Four, three...

Who: Dean and Lullaby
Where: Dean's house
When: Late

Who: Kaysen and Charlotte.
When: Late.
Where: Phone conversation.

Charlotte had been doing her best not to freak out. She flipped channels on the TV, but didn't get any information. There were fires, a gas station had blown up, general chaos... but no one could say what specifically had happened, just to stay at home and await further information. Valen never called back, and she was afraid if she called her mother she'd just worry. Charlotte tried to meditate with her hands in a plant to feel better, and kept sending Anna upstairs to look out the window and make sure things in their street hadn't blown up. So far, so good.

She had to check in with her friends. Wiping her hands off on her pants, she quickly dialed Kaysen's number. It was late, but... well, there was an emergency of some sort going on, and they'd just been talking about keeping up to date on this kind of thing. She just had to know her friends were okay.

When her phone rang, Kaysen jumped a little, but then answered it. "Hello?" she asked. Then it occurred to her she should have checked to see who was calling. Most people she knew who did were like...in the house directly or hopefully sleeping by now. But nope. Apparently not.

Who: Liadán and open!
When: Just after dark.
Where: Outside Wild Cathedral (on Washington Street).

It was shaping up to be a good night, as far as the parlor went. The fact that she'd met another angel was still a little weird for Liadán, and she could not ignore several alarming factors about the entire situation, but it'd probably lead to repeat business, and he wasn't a bad contact to have. She'd had some other business come in after him, which was a good break from the usual slow pace of having a place like Wild Cathedral in a town like Marquette.

She was debating celebrating her small victory over boredom by ordering a pizza when she heard a large rumbling - something that she felt in her heart and made glass shake. Oh fucking hell, what now? Her natural reaction was to think that there was no good reason for something to be making a sound like that in a town this small, but hey! It was Marquette! Psychotic seventh layer of hell Marquette! So there probably wasn't a good reason. There was probably a very bad reason. So Liadán dragged her ass out of her chair and out into the street.

Who: Charlotte.
When: About 9:30.
Where: Her house.

Charlotte had spent the evening curled up in her room, more specifically in her own little world with a notebook. She'd made the calls she needed to, and sent a few e-mails, and now she was writing up ideas. She had completely lost track of time, pausing only to flick her bedside light on when the sun set. When the phone rang - the house phone, not her cell phone, it startled her enough to leave a scratch across her notebook with her pen.

She waited a moment to see if her mom would answer it, and then remembered that she'd never heard her mom get back. Late nights in Harvey were not unheard of, one of the mares had been sick the past few days. Charlotte put her things aside and went to answer the phone.

Who: Derek and Geo
Where: The streets
When: Sometime after ten

Geo was back out for the second time that night; this time in human form, still dressed in his odd cargo shorts though now he'd thrown on his duster, his sneakers and his Clash t-shirt. They were all loose, though - he wanted room to get them off fast if he ran into more people like he had seen earlier, wanted room to be able to change if he needed to.

Who: In various groupings: billy dean joshua lullaby maddie oz and sophie
Where: All over the damn place!
When: After dark

The world was swimming as Billy drove up the road to Oz' house. It was a damned good job that there was no other traffic and that the place wasn't far, because he was swerving all over the place. His head was throbbing, the world wouldn't keep still, and he only had one hand that wanted to help with the whole 'working' thing. He clipped the corner as he pulled the battered truck into the gravel driveway of his friend's house and swerved to a stop, pushing down far too hard on the brake. He felt the pain lance through him as he jerked forward, then back and for a moment he lost his breath. This was the part where he got out of the car, he knew. But he didn't want to move. He was tired and his head was spinning. He should just sit here for a while. Maybe sleep for a bit.

Who: Herbert and Sammy
Where: The land of texting
When: Late, around 11

The first thing Herbert did when he got home was throw up. He felt like he never wanted to eat anything ever again-- which was not the way to feel when autumn was settling in, but the very thought of food made him want to throw up again. The second thing he did was brush his teeth. Twice. So that was the second and third thing he did. Or did it count as two things, since it was the same thing? His brain felt like it wasn't working quite right.

Who: Mya and Brian
When: A little after nightfall
Where: Over the phone

When Mya got home she’d fallen right asleep, crashed was more like it. She didn’t even change out of her work clothes. She slept most of the afternoon and would have probably stayed asleep if it hadn’t been for the sirens. Stirring Mya woke and walked outside to see if she could see where the noise was coming from. They seemed a bit distant so not directly in her neighborhood. With a furrow of her brow she went back inside and turned on the news.

By the time the remote hit the floor she was already dialing the diner. Fire was bad, and it wasn’t even a Monday.

Who: Sammy, Linn and Geo.
Where: The Williams' house, then the streets
When: Sometime after eight, but before the gunshots in the park.

Sammy snagged an Oreo off the plate he had balanced on top of the monitor, steadying it with one hand as he dropped back into the spinny-chair of dOOm in front of the desk. The house felt weird all dark and without his parents inside. At least they weren't going to have to be here long. Just until close to one, when he and Geo'd be leaving to catch the bus. That wasn't long to wait, right...?

Who: Harper and Herbert
When: 30 minutes after night fall.
Where: Nevermore then a few blocks south of Washington

Harper had heard the explosion, it was loud and only a few blocks away. The sound of sirens and smell of smoke that found it's way down the block was reason enough for Harper to close up shop early. She did all the closing work and locked up before heading out. Things were slower than she may have like seeing as she kept getting flashes of flames, gunfire and other things that reminded her of waving limbs. Tonight was not a good night.

who: seph and syn
where: printed syns/washington street
when: around the time the shit hits the fan

Synnove paused as she shoved another clip into the safe beneath her desk, and hissed slightly as she jammed her finger. Bringing it to her lips, she continued the conversation already in progress. "So I told him to get out of town, and to call if he needed anything. I'm hoping he does. He seemed like he'd listen." she added. "Wow, someone listening, wouldn't that be novel?" she asked sarcastically.

Who: Olivia to Mathias
When: 11:55pm
Where: Voicemail

Hi. It's me. Olivia. I was just calling to make sure you were okay. With some of the stuff going on in town... some people in Babylon are saying vampires, some saying it's just some psychopaths causing trouble, but I don't know for sure. But it's bad, I think. From what I heard. Someone said gunshots were heard at the park and a gas station was set on fire and... look... I just hope you're okay. And safe. I'm getting ready to go home, so if you... just be careful if you're out okay? Okay. Bye.

Who: Dexter
Where: His place/Ridge Street
When: 1 AM

Was her name Jenna? Jennifer? Janine? Dexter couldn't remember in the aftermath of it all, and he didn't really care either. Stretched out in bed, sheets tangled around one leg, he watched as the girl he'd brought home dressed in the near-dark of the bedroom. Streetlights spilled through the gaps in the blinds, washing over her back as she pulled a bra on and gave a raspy breath that threatened tears. He'd run into her hours earlier over a private, celebratory drink to mark the passing of his captive, and Dexter had recognized the girl. He'd first seen her with her friends on the street days earlier, and what had just been his normal bragadoccio had apparently made an impression on her. So, when they'd crossed paths again that night in Remie's? Well, Dexter decided he'd have to back up the impression he'd made. She bought the drinks, of course, and he sat through her stories of college and friends and exes and highschool glory days that were already behind her. It was the least he could do, considering what he'd planned once she'd had enough to drink.

Who: HUnt and open!
Where: Lower Harbour park
When: Just after dark

Hunt had been out to the store to pick up some groceries and was driving home when he heard it. He didn't like to be out this late - he tried to get everything done before dark and be home, safe in his own house. He wouldn't exactly say he was scared of the dark, but a sense of compulsion stopped him going out at night any more than was strictly necessary. This was a small town, but still - he blamed it on his childhood, that had to be it. But if hadn't gone that way - there'd been some trouble with a woman who was arguing with the cashier and a long cue and it had been darkening as he finally got out of there. Getting Mutt into the car hadn't been easy, then he had to get the groceries placed and it was full dark by the time they set off.

The scream ripped through the night, audible even over the stereo as they drove past Lower Harbour Park. Hunt's first instinct was to put his foot on the accelerator and get the fuck out of there. Someone else could investigate screams - there were police who's job that was. But it was a nice night and he'd had the window down so Mutt could hang her head out and enjoy the breeze and suddenly she was out of the car and racing off into the dark, after the scream.

"Mutt!" Hunt slammed his foot on the break, bringing the car to an abrupt standstill in the road as he called for his dog. Fuck - he couldn't go off without her. He pulled to the side of the road and turned the engine off, grabbing her leash from the back seat before he left the car and headed, slowly, into the park.

He didn't like the dark. Especially not a dark that contained screams. And look - just like a horror movie, right on cue, the scream sounded again, followed by what sounded like a sob. Hunt stopped, wary. "Mutt?" he called again, hoping the dog would run out of the night and they could get the hell out of here.

Nothing.

Then there was a bark in the distance. Then a yowl and Mutt did come running - or rather limping - out of the darkness. Hunt started to back off, ready to turn and run, his adrenaline already pumping as the dog drew level and he did just that. And that was when the laughter started. That cold, hard, hollow laughter that seemed to tell him that he was definitely going to die now. And not necessarily quickly.

Hunt ran, knowing something was chasing him. He tried to judge how far it was to his car - would he make it? He didn't know. But something was chasing him. And it was laughing - enjoying the hunt.

who: billy and maddie
where: the island
when: dusk

It was a nice night and Billy doubted there'd be that many more of them coming as they progressed into fall, with winter likely to arrive fast on its heels. You had to enjoy the good weather whilst it lasted. Plus, you had to enjoy the guy you were working for apparently being out of town, which left him with free days that he couldn't always fill with odd jobs for other people. Today had been one of those days and he'd spent it with Maddie, to the enjoyment of both of them. As night settled it, it found them on the island, just walking, enjoying being together and alone, where they could talk without anyone looking at the dreamwalker as if he were insane for holding an apparently one sided conversation with the air. It made all the difference in the world.

Maddie liked the island. When she wandered alone, she often went there. There was a lot of wildlife, and they were interesting to look at. "So, what're we watchin next?" she asked, watching him out of the corner of her eye. They'd started lately to rent seasons of things. It was different for Maddie. She didn't usually like keeping up with any television, because she couldn't be guaranteed to watch it regularly, but the season on dvd fixed that issue. So, they carefully picked out things that might be interesting. They'd just finished one up, and she was curious what he might bring home next. It wasn't like she was overly helpful in the decision making process--she had no idea what was out there.

Who: Thom and Kaysen
Where: Text
When: After dark

as above

who: kaysen and chance
where: chance's house
when: after school
warning: nsfw

When the vehicle stopped and Kaysen got out, and followed Chance into his house, she was decidedly nervous. She couldn't help it really, it was just there. There, and so insanely not going away. However, it was a pretty good kind of nervous. Sure, she had to talk to him about the kinda thing that Charlotte and she were thinking on doing, but she could wait to get into serious 'so in case the world ends' talks, right? Right. Instead, her mind was distinctly Elsewhere. Like, totally on chance, and wondering what might happen if they had his house to themselves. She found that because she was feeling that bit of nervous, she was having trouble coming up with something to say, but she attempted to. "When's your mom get home, anyways?" she asked. "Did you tell her um. About. Er. Stuff?" she asked.

"My mom?" He dumped his bag by the front door and shut it after Kaysen entered. Turning toward her, he reached down to pull off his shoes, letting them fall where they may. "Usually she gets home around seven. But she's been staying the night over at her boyfriend's house lately." He tried his best not to make a face, but it was clear he wasn't overly happy with it. "That's why I couldn't hang out last night... she had him over for dinner so I could meet him 'properly'." And then he did scowl. Briefly. "I've told her a little. I mean, we don't really... talk. Much. About anything." Mostly yelling and screaming, really. "I'm afraid if I tell her about you, she'll want you over for dinner too, or something. Not that that's bad. But my mom's... she's not really..." Sane? "I don't know."

Who: Joshua and Lullaby
When: afternoon
Where: Journey's house

Joshua tried to take a minute outside on the front porch before he went in. He was looking down at the books in his hands, and wondering -- stupidly, most likely -- just who's idea it had been for Dean to go get them, and how all that had gone down. And how things had gone last night, with them alone out at the orphanage, apparently playing with her abilities. Not that he thought anything happened, it just ... didn't do anything for his sense that he hadn't actually done anything for her. But that place was probably a death trap for him anyway. If there was a floor to collapse and drop you to your death, he'd probably find it, despite having been there before. But he could've brought her books, goddammit, that he could at least handle. He took a few breaths, told himself that he wouldn't let her know because she didn't need that on top of everything else, and walked into the house, looking around for her. "Lu?" he called overly loudly.

Lullaby happened to be in the living room, playing her millionth game of solitaire. The only good part about it was she knew several different types of it, so she could change it up now and then. The downside was it was her sitting around playing stupid cards all day when she was antsy to leave. Go outside, do anything that wasn't sitting inside playing soitaire. However, that wasn't doable, so she sat. And played, and waited. When she heard Joshua call for her, she looked up, then hopped up from where she was in the corner, smiling at him. "Hi!" she said, coming over to give him a kiss, and she looked at the stuff he was carrying. "Hey you'll be here in time for when Dean comes by too--though he said he can't stay. But he was supposed to bring books..." she paused, noting that one of the titles seemed pretty familiar in the sense that she was pretty sure that it was something Dean would have been bringing.

Who: Marlowe and Sammy
Where: Mya's Diner
When: 4:40 pm

The little bell above the door of Mya's Diner rang as Sammy pushed the door open, and he looked up at it, watching it jingle merrily as he stepped into the diner. It wasn't all to busy just yet - it wasn't all that late just yet - but he knew that given time it would probably get busier. The food here was good, so how could it do anything but that? He closed the door slowly so that it wouldn't slam and made his way to the counter, glad he had a list of what Herbert and Geo wanted for dinner, he probably wouldn't have remembered otherwise.

Who: Jordan and Chance
When: After lunch
Where: School then the hospital