Who: Lucas
Where: his desk at the Echo
When: early morning

For a moment or two the ringing sound laced itself through his dreams until the ringing actually pulled him from his dreams completely and Lucas woke up, finding himself asleep at his desk with the phone ringing next to his head. Sitting up a little he rubbed his face and let the phone ring twice more. That brought the grand total of rings he remembered to six, which meant only one thing.

Who: Dodge and Corey
Where: The library
When: late morning

Dodge was a boy on a mission. He'd tried the Sixth Street Bridge entrance to the tunnels first, but those who loitered about the outside there hadn't seen Corey. Someone had suggested the library entrance, which was closer to her space. Dodge hadn't wanted to go there first, hoping to just happen up on her, but in the end he headed that way, considering it better than accidentally running into Roy in the bank building.

Who: Dodge
Where: Outside the Hill Street Theater
When: Early morning

who: december and ethan
where: the orphanage
when: years ago

Who: Becky and Jesse
Where: James' Apartment
When: Morning

Becky had lost the fight over sleeping arrangements pretty badly last night. Maybe she should scrap the whole 'Chirp' nickname for JJ and call her 'Steamroller' instead because that girl? Did not stop. Becky thought some of it might border on disrespectful kind of behavior but JJ wasn't her kid so there wasn't use thinking about that. So there she was in JJ's room, sitting on the bed and looking at the little collection of jewelry that she'd have to sell.

Who: Ethan and Maddy
Where: Around Town
When: Evening

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their apartment
When: After midnight

Who: Maddy and Roy
Where: Roy's Vault
When: Afternoon-times

Maddy ignored the odd looks she got as she headed to the old bank, a big cross in one hand being the main reason, but Maddy was ignoring it. She was trying to ignore everything else really, because if she didn't, things were going to suck and she just did not, under any circumstances, want to cry anymore. At least today anyway.

Who: Dodge and Zhen
Where: Fontaine Park / Around town
When: early afternoon

Who: Jessie and Nate
Where: Fountaine Park
When: Late morning/early afternoon

He couldn't tell what was more exhausting, the endless coughs that wracked his small frame or watching his mother cry. She'd tried so hard, tried to make them better, him and his sister. She'd sat at the edge of their bed when all he could see of her was a feverish blur. But the blur was familiar, even if he couldn't make out her perfect features. And though he could barely breath, for some reason he could smell her tears.

Who: Dodge and Maddy
Where: A stoop
When: late morning

Dodge was, surprisingly enough, alone for now. He'd found one of his boys, a runner, and sent him off to find Mud and call off the search for Roach. The boy had looked at his eye through the entire conversation, so Dodge guessed that it wouldn't be long before the whole group knew he was sporting a new shiner.

An upbeat sort of jazz crackled through a radio, fighting through the sputtering and hacking coming from the floor. There weren't any beds. Just bodies. And blankets enough to cover up the most grotesque -- any attempt to provide warmth was agreed a futile one. Room was scarce, with all sick and little dying, that those seeming closest to death -- enough to rationalize the conscience of their undertakers -- were taken out back and thrown onto pyres, sounds of pained gasps and cries agreed upon to be the crackling of wood. Space was made, and then taken up, and space was made again. The procession of it now gone from ghastly to routine. A doctor, young and embittered, tip-toed amongst them, barely looking at the bodies -- for bodies they were to his mind, not more -- only touching enough to stick needles into arms before wiping them from his hands onto a makeshift coat and moving on. Avoiding gazes, avoiding contact, avoiding sounds. There was a debate, one finally settled when somebody's hands opened a window. Burned flesh now wafted in, carried from the pyres, competing with the stench of fluids and disease, overtaking it.

And, from somewhere in the room, the jazz crackled louder.

who: Dodge and Roach
where: The streets
when: Morning

Who: JJ and Maddy
When: Early Morning
Where: Around Town/Nighthawks

Maddy had seen better days. That much was clear as she walked down the sidewalk. Her hair was tangled around her face, which was peaked and dark circles around her dull blue eyes. Her blue plaid skirt was more wrinkled than usual, as was her yellow shirt. She hadn't slept. Dodge was gone by the time she finally found the courage to head back to the theater. She hadn't even gotten drunk, too paranoid to sleep despite the lock against her door.

Who: Angelo and open to all!
Where: A gallery uptown
When: Late afternoon

Normally, he would still be on his first cup of tea right now, still chasing his starting high for the day and lounging on his sofa, watching sunlight bleed through the window or staring at a canvas. On most days, this time would've only seen Angelo whiling away the hours before work, at most venturing into Chinatown for some breakfast. But this wasn't a normal day, no sir.

Who: Elle and Shoshannah
When: Lunchtime
Where: A restaurant

Who: Brett, Ava, Andrei, Eris
Where: A restaurant
When: Night

Who: Ian and Shoshannah
Where: the Drake
When: late

Dutch had left Ian, unconscious and in a pool of his own blood at the entrance to the alley way. As expect a cop passed by and found him just as he woke up from the last hit to the head he took. The officer called an ambulance and before too long Ian was trucked off to the hospital, but quickly patched up.

Who: Evelyn and Dutch
Where: Occam Automotive
When: Late Afternoons

Evelyn had been feeling restless and helpless and it really wasn't a good combination. She hadn't been able to get a hold of Becky since talking to her brother, and Evelyn was very aware that stopping by the office or Becky's apartment and risking running into Kowalski just wasn't going to end well. She had finished the model plane, which despite everything had managed to bring a slight spirit lift. But that had been short-lived once she was faced with needing to find something else to do with her time. Her restlessness had disturbed her roommates to the point that one told her she needed to sit down and chill out or head out. So Evelyn had headed out, but that hadn't been particularly pleasant. She hadn't been lying to Jesse when she said that walking out in public wasn't easy for her. It may have been awful on empty streets, but the holiday crowds didn't make her feel much better. Because on an empty street she could give in to the urge to whip her head back and see nobody there. But in the crowd? There were so many people behind her, and unless she wanted to back herself into a wall that wasn't going to change. And no, Evelyn was not going to have the feel of brick against her back -- never ever ever again.

It had taken a while, but she had finally gotten a cab -- the streets were too crowded for her to attempt driving with her novice skills. And when it stopped before Occam Automotive she stepped out and took a deep breath before paying the driver and closing the door. She had money in her pocket, and a task at hand. So, yeah, she was here. It wasn't exactly a pleasant task, but it was a needed one. And it was also the only thing she could actually do right now, besides sitting around and twiddling her thumbs by the hallway phone. So she took another breath, shoved a hand into her pocket to secure the cash that was in there, and stepped into the bay, calling out, "Hello?"

Who: Ian and Dutch
Where: an alley near the Drake
When: after dark

Who: Benny and OPEN to all street shoppers
Where: Downtown streets
When: Afternoon

Having a day off was a fairly new concept for Benny, and he'd decided he liked it. Back east, he'd spent almost every day however he liked, whiling away his time either training or reveling until word came down from his superiors. It wasn't like he'd had any kind of schedule, not since his martial training in much younger days.