Mickey

Who: Mickey
Where: St. Peters
When: afternoon

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”

They’d slept through what was left of the morning and when Mickey had woken up, it was still too new, too good feeling to try and hash out. He’d kissed December goodbye, promising to see her soon. Then they could talk about it. Or at least figure out what it meant.

Who: Mickey and December
Where: her place
When: Dawn

Warning: NSFW

Who: Amelie, Roy, and open to all!
Where: Fontaine Park
When: 6:00 P.M. and on

She’d wanted a tour of the city, and had explored fragments of it on her own, but seeing so many disparate efforts come together like this had Amelie realizing just how much there still was to be discovered. The park was a vibrant thing, alive and thrumming with occupants milling around the greens and fountain, grouping near the bandshell, and flowing along the impromptu avenues of vendors.

Who: Mickey and December
Where: Her place
When: Early evening

The suit wasn’t his best, but considering how his best suit looked now, it probably was now. It fit well though and while it had taken work, he’d manged to scrub off the worst of the grime that usually covered his hands and cheeks. His hair was as close as he could get to it being under control, but it still fell in his eyes a little.

Who: Mickey and Miles
Where: A bar
When: early evening

After dropping off Shoshannah, making sure she was in her place safe and promised to rest, Mickey started the truck back towards his place. His mind was a still jumbled, something that was just starting to eat at him as he spotted a familiar figure on the sidewalk. Slowing the truck down he looked out the window, glancing at the other man. “Hey there.”

Who: Shannah and Mickey
When: Sunset
Where: Around Little Haven

Shoshannah hadn’t been home for very long when she was dressed again, this time down in a pair of trousers and a black button down, and headed out on the town again. She wasn’t exactly in the best of spirits, even though she’d kept her smile as best she could today after the news she’d had.

[Left on the pillow next to December in the early hours of the morning.]

December,

I hated leaving, but I've got to get to work and probably shouldn't wear the same clothes two days in a row. Just don't think it's because of you.
I hope you slept well, or at least slightly better than before. I'll see you soon.

always yours soon

Mickey

Who: Mickey and December
Where: Her shop
When: evening
(briefly nsfw)

He’d tried to stay away. Maybe what Eily had said was right, maybe it was a bad idea, but he’d thought about it all day, even when there were other distractions, reading the articles in the paper over and over again had him too worried about her to leave it alone. Knowing that he’d spoken with the Tyger was unsettling enough, knowing he’d killed again... Mickey knew well enough that there was a small window to get to December before she shut down for good and he couldn’t miss that.

Who: Mickey and Shoshannah
Where: the garage
When: early afternoon

It hadn’t been the easiest of days for Mickey. He hadn’t slept well, having thought too hard on what he’d talked to Eily about, which boiled down to December over and over again. There was no way out of it, not just waiting for her to not shut him out for life. And Mickey hated that.

Who: Mickey and Eily
Where: Eily’s building
When: evening

Who: Mickey and December
When: evening
Where: her place

He’d spent the day before staying as busy as possible, from sneaking out of Shoshannah and Elle’s apartment as soon as he woke up, starting first to see if he could lend a hand with the power in their building then making the rounds around Little Haven where he was called. He’d patched up more than one thing, fixed a few leaks and even stopped in on the gallery to make sure it was in decent shape.

The doctor is in. If you've got a fork in the road you're waffling over, your life is in a shambles, or you're a whiney wishywashy bitch who needs a good kick in the pants, write down your situation and deposit it here. Sign with anything that isn't your name. Your answer will be written up within 24 hours, and left behind the bar. Just ask for the envelope with the 'name' you signed with.

The Goddess of Discord

Who: Mickey and Shoshannah
When: Late night/early morning
Where: Her apartment

The storm had had Shoshannah up and down, in and out of sleep. She was seated with Ferdinand on her lap in her bed, hoping that it would ease her into sleep. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the storm, it was just so loud that it ended up keeping her awake. For once she was almost wishing she’d have an attack and fall asleep. It would at least be less boring than being awake at this hour.

Who: Mickey and December
Where: The Round
When: Evening

Getting drunk hadn't been as tall an order as Mickey thought it might be and in what seemed like no time he was more than pleasantly buzzed. The fact that he was still damp wasn't bothering him as much, evident by the broad smile on his features as he reached for the refill from the bartender. "To...what was it? Whims?" he asked December, holding the glass up for a toast.

who: mickey and december
where: the boardwalk
when: noonish

At this point Mickey was drenched. He’d been recruited to help down on the Boardwalk, setting things up against the flood, dropping sandbags around where they could, boarding up a few windows and carrying things away from the water line. All of it would have been a decent bit of work if he wasn’t having to do the whole thing in the rain. His hair was plastered to his face and dripping in his eyes as he tried to reinforce another spot, despite the fact that he had to keep pushing the wet locks off his forehead.

who: mickey and eily
where: the boardwalk
when: evening

It was getting dark, which just made the Boardwalk look prettier. All the lights really sold the atmosphere of the place, something Eily appreciated. The Syndicate owned the place, something she only knew through her family ties, not that any of them were alive again. She knew her family hadn't been getting any of the cut of this place, since they'd had other assets. Walking along slowly with Mickey, they headed through the gates into the menagerie of carnival like attractions. "Today has been a good day." she said firmly, smiling.

Who: OPEN TO Mickey, Eily, Ally and Miles
Where: Eily's potential new club
When: afternoon

It was late afternoon by the time everyone got there and let in, (this time via legal means) and Eily was looking around the main area in the daylight. That and with the lights on, which a lot of them looked like they needed to be replaced, but she was planning on doing that either way. She smiled when it was lit up, the main room being as huge and cavernous as she'd thought. "Well, here we are, people. What do we think?"

Who: Shoshannah and Open to all!
When: Evening
Where: The Sea and Sky Gallery of Fine Arts

It was a wonderful night for the reopening of a gallery that technically had been open for a little while now, but still. It was more a gesture, a meaningful night for Shoshannah and hopefully for others too. A night where people could come to the gallery in hopes of finding what it was meant for; beautiful art, pleasant conversation, and lovely company, and hopefully not another surprise raid on the place.

Who: Mickey and Janey
Where: St. Peter’s
When: afternoon

Mickey hadn’t expected the call he got at the garage, but he wasn’t one to read the paper regularly. After the angry chatter on the line though he managed to find a copy of the Echo and sunk hard into a chair as he read it. This was not good, not good at all. He promised to finish up what he was working on and start that way straight away wondering if again, the money falling from the sky had been God’s modern version of a plague of locusts.

Who: Mickey and Shoshannah
Where: a restaurant in Little Haven
When: evening

Who: Mickey, Eily and Elle
Where: Nighthawks
When: lunch time

Mickey had tried, but wasn’t very successful at getting any more than the worst of the grease off his hands and his clothes were beyond hope. At least they’d chose a place that he could mostly blend in in work boots and overalls. He was a mess, but he tried to straighten his hair at least a little as he walked through the door of the diner, looking for Eily.

Who: Mickey and Shoshannah
When: Morning
Where: Mickey’s work

It hadn’t been too hard to find out where Mickey worked and when she learned it was a garage for working on automobiles, she’d been even more excited to go. Of course she was excited to see Mickey, but she’d also never been to a car garage before and the experience was well worth waking up on the slightly early side to get there.

Who: Ramona and OPEN TO ALL!
Where: Fontaine Park
When: Late afternoon

Most kids her age would've adored the chance to skip classes for a day, but Ramona wasn't one of them. She wasn't complaining, of course, but she felt confident that anything she missed today would be easily made up, and if there was a good reason to skip a chance to learn? This was one of them.

Who: Mickey and Shoshannah
When: Afternoon
Where: Sea and Sky Gallery of Fine Arts

Shoshannah was still dragging. The chance to sit down, sleep a little, and rest for a while had made it even harder for her to tap into that reserve of energy and adrenaline from before. It had depleted somewhat during the downtime of her day and now it was fighting her, making her feel even more tired than before as she stepped out of the cab and just stood on the sidewalk in front of her gallery for a moment.

Who: Mickey and Feo
Where: Feo’s shop
When: late morning

Who: Mickey and Elle
When: Early
Where: Elle’s place

who: roy and open to everyone at the gallery!
when: when the attack hits
where: the sea and sky gallery

There were times when Roy reacted without thinking about it. Where something just kicked into gear. It was what had made him a good soldier overseas, what kept him alive over there, what had saved his comrade's lives dozens of times. And when the opening went from a socialite party to an attack, he didn't think about it. It didn't occur that these weren't enemy soldiers, that he wasn't on a battlefield, that hell, none of this even made sense.

All he knew was one second he was standing looking out the window, frowning as he saw masked men rushing the place, and the next he was standing over two dying men bleeding out on the floor. That sidearm he carried with him at all times had made an appearance, and he'd put down two people who were attacking folks. There were screams around him, and people surging--running, he was guessing and all he did was look up, suddenly the moment rushing back in and he raised his pistol again at another masked man, who just wasn't scared enough yet, and who he just saw drop a blonde girl. And he pulled the trigger. Bang.

Who: Mickey and Elle
When: Before the gallery showing
Where: Mickey’s place

Elle was looking forward to the evening. She was sure the showing at the galley would be wonderful, and before that she had an important task to attend to. That was something she was also looking forward to - seeing Mickey kind of dressed up and smart. Not that there was anything wrong with how he normally was. It would just be an interesting change. Perhaps interesting enough to capture the attention of a certain someone.

Who: Mickey and Feo
When: Morning
Where: Rasmussen Family Butchers

The atmosphere had changed in the city. The riots had blazed through and Feo had been intrigued by the action. Not long after the lights had gone out, her uncle had called in disgruntled worry. People weren’t acting right. People were breaking into places. Initially she’d taken it with a pinch of salt. It wasn’t unlike him to be paranoid. He’d barked at her down the phone to get to the shop and she dutifully obliged. She could play guard dog. Couldn’t leave the old man by himself.

No, really I’m fine. I don’t need that. It’s just a black eye. I’ve had worse.

What were you asking me again? What happened? We were praying and then the sky started raining metal. Yes metal rods. No don’t look at me like I’m insane. How did I get the one cop who only came to the hospital first.

No, seriously. My leg is not hurt it’s just like that. That’s how I walk. No I do not need you to look at me more. I’m fine. Tend to someone who needs it.