February 2

Who: Evelyn and Becky
Where: Jesse's Apartment
When: Late Afternoon

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: Ian and Sam
When: midday
Where: on the phone / Ian's place

Who: Jakob and Sam
Where: ECPD headquarters
When: Morning

Who: Alec and Marian
Where: Nighthawks' Diner
When: late

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