what now?

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.