Today is Caroline's eighteenth birthday. If anyone had ever told her that she'd be turning a year older in an alternate Chicago, she would've thought they were crazy. This time last year things had been so different, but they just seem to continue changing. Which is why, for tonight, Caroline is seeking out a tiny bit of normal ( Read more... )

Nobody expects to wake up in the morning having lost several months somewhere along the way. Which is why, when Georgia rolls out of bed, grumbling and cursing, because the dumb dog won't stop whining, she doesn't check her journal or a calendar or the internet or anything. And also why when she gets dressed, it's appropriate clothing for early ( Read more... )

If you wander through Grant Park you may witness a man staring up at the sun. If he's not staring incredulously at the ball of light in the sky, he's seated on a bench, flipping through a journal. It's not exactly his first walk through the park, figuratively speaking, when it comes to dimensional travel. But, because of what he is, he hardly ever ( Read more... )

It's a dark, clear night in Chicago, but there's no moon to be found in the sky. There's the typical amount of urban noise, but somehow it feels quieter. Or maybe it only seems that way to Shaylee because she's never been to Chicago- but had imagined that all American cities were louder than this. She's thankful that whatever brought her here had ( Read more... )

[ A few days ago, Mr. Magorium was met with the surprise of his life.

And, given how long a life his has been, it was some surprise.]

Edward Magorium steps outside of his toy store and home in proper gear this afternoon. His scarf is candy-cane striped, his jacket is puffy and brown, and his shoes are-well, the same. His toes are freezing, but that's ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas, Chicago ( Read more... )

[OOC: READ WITH CAUTION. This post is about a fight. So expect violence. :x]

Most people, when faced with posting a secret publicly on the journal network, would probably go and hide for a few days. Most people would go and just curl up in embarrassment or probably try and ignore that it’s ever happened. And then there’s some who would calmly sit ( Read more... )

The past few months here have been interesting, to say the very least. The most surprising revelation of all was what the Rift had done to her, bestowed her with an ability that felt like a curse, but could just as easily be a gift to so many others. There's no real way to reconcile it, no way to rid herself of it, and it's not something she takes ( Read more... )

Amy is running through another endless bloody corridor from an invasion of Daleks. She looks over her shoulder, and they're still there, rolling along and catching up even though they look like they should lumber along slower than a snail. "I thought you lot got wiped out of existence ( Read more... )

[OOC: Annual winter post. :3 Both Decembers, the comments have been up in the thousands. The post is open all of December until January for all/any winter/holiday shenanigans. Quick reminder, you are encouraged to tag around, tag to other threads as well as making your own. Feel free to spam! :D]This December in Chicago is as filled with ( Read more... )