eris

Who: Eris and Jakob
Where: One More Round
When: after hours

who: brett and eris
where: her place
when: wee hours
(nsfw)

Brett's world, which had never run to a real timetable that normal people would recognise, had, in the past day or so, completely ceased to run to any timetable at all.

Who: Brett and Eris, then Brett and Jakob
Where: Eris' place, the One More Round
When: Early hours

Who: Eris and Jakob
Where: One More Round
When: Early evening

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Her loft
When: Afternoon, around dusk
NSFW

who: eris
where: her loft
when: late

Eris sat in the center of her bed, files spread out around her. She'd gone over each of them at least once, thoroughly reading every piece of information in each, and now she was going through and trying to draw the lines between them. This would be a task much better suited to a woman who wasn't brain damaged, however. Really, while she could actually draw some parallels, match things up, that didn't mean she didn't think she was missing things. And she probably was, and she wouldn't even really notice.

who: eris and jakob
where: the waterline
when: evening

who: brett, jackson and eris
where: her place
when: wee hours

who: brett and eris
where: babylon
when: very late

It was storming, of course. Enough that at least there weren't a whole lot of people out on the streets, which was a plus. It also meant it was a little miserable for her, but it wasn't like she'd never been drenched before. She'd come up on Babylon and had made a pretty unseen walk around the place, just to be sure it wasn't being watched. With the ball on that she'd read about, she figured the police had better things to do tonight, like guzzle free champagne, and pat themselves on the back.

Who: Jackson & Danny, and then OPEN to anyone who fancies gawking at the aftermath, or lurking in the top level of Babylon idk.
Where: Babylon
When: Evening

Jackson hadn't trusted himself to be anywhere near the station after the incident with Paul, and but he hadn't really wanted to go home either, so instead he'd let himself into Jenny's place and slept fitfully on her couch for a couple hours, before waking up around 5.30 and leaving to go on a long antsy walk. It was 2 hours before the drunk tank got cleared. He'd been so fucking aware of it.

who: eris
when: just after midnight
where: babylon

She didn't know when on Friday Jackson planned to do his thing, so she decided to go well before she thought he'd actually go through with it. At least, he'd better not be doing it at one in the morning, no with his state when he'd been at her place. While not the safest of moves by a long shot, she did actually go there. Seemed that she still knew where Babylon was, regardless of the damage in her head. She also knew who's window to knock on first, and it all went forward from there.

Who: Eris and Finn
Where: The One More Round
When: Late evening

Finn had been sent home early from work, but he didn't much mind. He didn't enjoy working at the Drake Hotel all that much. He preferred the atmosphere of places such as The Kitten, or some of the rougher bars in town. This desire to be near hard alcohol and scantly clad women was what had probably drawn him to the One More Round that night. He needed a stiff drink after what had been a rather long day.

who: eris and jackson
where: eris'
when: morning

Eris was asleep. Not very well asleep, but asleep. She'd taken her meds when she got home, though due to having to re-write the notes she wasn't entirely positive she'd gotten the dosage right. But she was trying, and so she'd taken them, and laid down. It wasn't like she'd been getting much sleep lately. She definitely hadn't after she'd left Brett the night before.

who: brett and eris
where: gray's house
when: very very late
NSFW

who: eris
where: the Echo
when: early morning

It had taken her far too long to find her way back to the One More Round, and she was exhausted. However, she still had something to take care of before she could sleep before tonight's performance. So, she cleaned herself up, got dressed as nicely incognito as she could, and she headed first for the library.

There, she pulled another little number of 'steal the correct page' and quietly started putting everything into a large envelope. News clippings were there, with small typed notes attached that held some vital information. She made it Syndicate focused, though more heavily implicated those involved with the O'Malleys more. It was just enough to start some reporter on their path, enough that it would shake things up just as much as Jackson's involvement would--whenever he got around to doing that. She also tried to make it information that couldn't be directly traced back to herself.

Then she headed to the Echo, and slid it through the mail slot, 'URGENT' written across the front in different letters cut from old editions of the Echo itself. After that she headed back to her loft, so she could try and sleep, before she had to go back into her life of being a nightclub singer. Things had gotten interesting, for certain, that didn't mean they were any less exhausting.

who: eris and benny
where: the park
when: wee hours

Eris was lost. She'd been lost for quite a long while. And she was wandering, trying to find her way back home, but it wasn't happening. So, she was wet, freezing, in a terrible mood, and didn't know how to find her way home. Really, all in all it was a bad, bad night.

She swore softly as she tripped over a rock she didn't see which sent her stumbling a little. Then she looked down at her shoes. One of her heels was broken, and she kicked the shoe off, along with the other, and she dropped both into the nearest bin. Then she looked around again, wondering how this night could get worse.

who: jackson and eris
where: the telephone wires
when: 6pm

Who: Eris and Jakob
Where: The waterfront
When: Late night

It was late, and Eris was displeased with having to call Jackson back since he wasn't in when she'd made the call in the first place. Considering her continued freedom might well depend on her delivering information to the fucking boyscout, the least he could do was be in when she called. But alas, no. She'd left a message that his personal angel would be calling back later. Hopefully, that would mean he'd actually be bothered enough to be there.

who: eris
where: brett's place
when: a while back

Brett was out. But then, he spent quite a lot of his time out. She was fairly sure it wasn't all business, either, that a good chunk of that time was spent simply avoiding her. She knew she got to him, even if sometimes she got to him without actually intending to. Of course, there were times she was deliberately attempting to get a rise out of him, but that was hardly the point. Her problem was that she hated being alone. And even if they didn't necessarily get along all the time, that didn't mean that she didn't want him around.

who: brett and eris
where: brett's apartment
when: late night
warning: nsfw

Eris had taken a bit of a walk when she got done speaking with Jackson. She was unsettled, paranoid, and flat out uncomfortable. In her apartment she felt antsy, and she tried laying down, but that really didn't much work out for her. So, in the end, she got up, and rifled through her things until she found a scrap of paper with a phone number on it. She could really only assume it was Brett's since he'd claimed she had his number.

Who: Jackson & Eris
Where: One More Round
When: Night

Who: Eris and Jakob
Where: the streets
When: late

who: eris
where: the library
when: late afternoon

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: near One More Round/her loft
When: After midnight

who: Eris and Simon
where: the streets around the One More Round
when: night

Eris was officially an unhappy bunny. Her photograph had been printed in the paper, and sure, while it hadn't been printed again today, it was still dangerous for her. She'd recently spoken to not one but two fucking cops, and at the end of the day, that was just bad news for her all the way around. She'd been taken off of singing the night the picture was run, just to avoid anyone recognizing her while her picture was staring them straight in the face. She'd been told tonight would be 'off' as well. While she understood it, and actually thought it was a good idea, that didn't really kill the worry deep in her gut, nor did it alleviate the idea that her time at the One More Round was going to be shorter than expected.

It might wind up being more trouble than the owner was willing to chance. The possibility of her getting spotted and ratted out was a whole hell of a lot larger now. She didn't know what to do, really. She wanted to talk to Brett about it, but well. Brett wasn't around, possibly because of the photograph in the paper, and she hadn't expected him to return anyhow, now had she. No, really not. She was going for a walk, which consisted of her circling the block around the one more round. She had a coat on, a hood pulled up to obscure most of her features and she kept her head down. She knew she shouldn't be out at all, but she'd been climbing the walls in her place, so...she'd needed the air.

While she was still breathing.

who: Garret and Eris
where: Two blocks from 'One More Round'
when: Afternoon

Garret had yet to call Adriana Rossi with the ME's report. It looked like the floater was likely an earlier victim of the knife killer. He'd call her later today, but he wanted to check out a hunch first. That meant going places he wasn't about to take a professional woman.

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Eris' loft apartment
When: Morning

It was the early dawn when Brett woke with a start, bringing his hand up in front of his face, feeling almost surprised that it was empty. He'd been dreaming again, but the details of that dream were fleeting. He didn't remember exactly what had gone on in it, but he knew it had left him feeling... No, he didn't know how it had left him feeling. Didn't know at all.

It didn't take a lot to wake Eris. She slept fitfully at best, and she was paranoid as all hell. Plus, she'd stopped drinking on account of Brett the night before, and had gone to bed with only a light buzz on instead of the usual passing out she tended towards. So when he woke up, it roused her enough that she shifted, making a soft incoherent noise as she opened up her eyes. It took her a moment to adjust her gaze, so the first things she noticed was that the bed was warmer, there was someone next to her, and she felt fairly exhausted. Then she focused and saw Brett. Which really, should have taken her a lot more by surprise than it did. She didn't remember straight away going to bed with him, but there he was. It took her a moment of gazing at him to recall that that had been on purpose, and it hadn't been for anything like intimacy. Which would explain the whole still clothed situation. She noticed he looked a little...confused? Something. "...you 'kay?" she asked, voice a sleep-hoarse murmur.