Jill & Crowley (Wednesday afternoon)
Jill was one hundred percent loathing the dome's latest shenanigans. She'd managed to find a place to stay, thanks to compulsion -- she wasn't a Spirit user, but she was no slouch at it -- and it'd been easy enough to spin a story of being a young widow whose train had been ambushed, to explain why she didn't have anything.
She was lucky to have just fed almost literally right before ending up in town, but she was going to need to feed again soon and while she didn't want to compel someone, she was quite probably going to have to -- under normal circumstances, she could maybe push it another day or two. This wasn't normal circumstances and she was having to exist in heat that was somehow worse than in her time.
So it was no wonder that despite having found a hat that would protect her well enough -- or at least as well as anything in this time would -- it was a very, very cranky-looking Jill walking through town.