In Game Comm for the Blackthorne Rebellion RPG

Who: Savannah and Conrad
When: morning 13/12/
Where: Conrad's building
What: The morning after the night before

Savannah was glad of the fact that everyone had survived the night before, even if they hadn't achieved what they were planning. Anais simply hadn't been there. There had been a small army of vampires to put down and for the most part they had done well, but they were all a bit of a mess.

Savannah had sent Drew and the were's home and had crawled home to Conrad's, treated their wounds well enough not to bleed on his expensive sheets and collapsed into bed still dressed.

Savannah was now passed out on her front, with her arm across her lovers chest, her head turned into his neck.

Who: Nico and Drew
When: Late Wednesday Evening
Where: Grant Park
What: Nico is discovered!

He'd been in the park for a few days now from what he could tell. On the first morning he'd been discovered by a kind homeless lady who'd found him some clothes and given him some food. She took pity on him until she'd realized just how injured he was and that there was a wet-dog smell about him. She'd retreated, cursing under her breath and muttering some kind of prayer from what Nico could tell.

He'd ventured as deep into the park as he dared, feeling his way through a totally unfamiliar world. It was terrifying, but he'd done his best to keep his head about him. He managed to find a secluded copse of trees next to a mostly unused jogging path. He'd literally crawled through the bushes and over the path, and found a large tree to lean against. It gave him some sort of anchor in this cold place. He could tell that he was in a park in a city, but he had no idea where. He couldn't call his parents, they wanted nothing more to do with him, and he was so scared that he'd change again and hurt someone that all he could do was go to sleep at night and hope to wake up to something different.

The nights were ridiculously cold, and more than once he'd awoken to find himself curled up in a dog-like position and his clothes spread on top of him. He was riddled with confusion and sure that he was losing his mind. On the second day he ventured from under his tree and counted the steps to the next tree, then the one to the right, and eventually back to the one that he slept under where he could hear the fountain in the pond the clearest. His stomach was growling by now and he was dizzy from thirst but he was too scared to try and leave to ask for help. Better, he thought hopelessly, that a useless monster like him die here.

It was particularly cold on the third night and hugging the tree didn't grant him much warmth. He tucked his head onto his pulled up knees and quietly hummed to distract himself from the cold and the rising wind.

Who: Finn and Drew
What: A phonecall cannot properly communicate the pissed that Finn is.
Where: Drew's apartment.
When: 1/12/21 12pm

Who: Ellie and Finn
What: Some harmless flirting?
Where: The ER
When: 1/12/21 evening


Ellie had begun to get over that new girl vibe after a month here, though only a little. Mostly not, she'd kept her head down, trying to acclimatise to the cold Chicago December after leaving California. She'd fallen on her ass twice in the last week and the novelty of ice and snow was beginning to wear off. Maybe her father had been right, she was useless, a dreamer for moving so far from the family. But then that was who she'd been running from. Into this freezing creepy hellhole. It was these thoughts about Chicago that kept her indoors at night, turned her into the new girl who kept herself to herself.

She shed her hat, coat and gloves, changing into her scrubs before heading out into the ED for another day. She still had five months to run on the short term lease on her apartment, so she had to start really living out here. That and if she went home, her damned father would be proved right and never ever let it go.

Who: Isabelle & Conrad
Where: Conrad's apartment
When: Saturday, December 3rd, 11am
What: Uh oh, someone is in trouble...

Isabelle had gotten to her dad's later than usual. She wasn't sure if Savannah had talked to him or not, but hoped that the woman kept her big, over-lipglossed mouth shut. Either way, she had no idea. So what would Isabelle do? Pretend everything was nice and normal, of course! She bought coffee for them both (not sucking up, honest), muffins, and headed over to Conrad's. It was almost eleven am by the time the doorman let her in. She hadn't bothered calling her dad before coming over. Cell phones went wonky around her, so the chances that it would even work were slim.

She didn't bother knocking, just used her key to get inside. "Dad? Dad, are you here? Don't tell me mom paid for cab fare just for you not to be here!" She went toward his office, expecting to find her father hard at work, unless he'd been called away again.

Who: Finn and open (otherwise narrative).
What: Finn sees high heels in a totally different light.
Where: The ER
When: 18/11/21

Who: Savannah and open to all
Where: Chicago streets
When: December 12th, evening
What: Looking for something

Savannah had been lost to confusion for the last few days, she had studiously avoided Conrad since their last 'honest we aren't dating, we're not in love' nights had fallen into fighting and sex. Now she didn't know what to do. Her life was too dangerous to let anyone else into that she cared so much about. Yes he'd been around before but never in such a big way, but from the few days she hadn't spoken with him, she felt even more conflicted. Savannah was utterly used to being alone, not needing anyone.

That had come out as a deep abiding rage that she was dealing with now...by looking for something to take it out on, or to make her pay for taking her eye off the ball.

Who: Madeleine & Tom
Where: Crilly's Bar and Restaurant
When: December 9th, evening
What: A chance meeting

Tom had had a horribly long day. What had originally been a nine hour shift had become a thirteen hour shift due to a particularly nasty domestic, but at least he'd managed to get the humiliated husband to finally press charges, after three years of watching the poor guy get abused and be too embarrassed to do something about, but apparently getting stabbed had finally tipped the balance.

After getting it all done, he'd walked out, desperately seeking whiskey and a rest, in spite of the fact that it was only 9pm. He'd propped himself up on a bar stool, looking slightly shabby, but he was still able to smile lazily as he chose himself a particularly dark Johnny Cash song from the juke box.

He looked out across the bar as he sat back down, undoing his tie as he settled, checking out everyone else who was in there.

Who: Isabelle & Madeline
Where: Their loft
When: December 2nd, morning
What: A mother-daughter morning




It was the morning after Isabelle's little adventure to the Flashpoint. She still felt mildly bothered about her encounter with Savannah. That woman always seemed to bring out the worst in Isabelle. She wasn't a bad person. Really. She just hated having to compete for her father's attention against a twenty-five-year-old with a superiority complex. Anyone would get defensive, want to piss her off a little bit. That's what she told herself, anyway.

At least she had other things to lean on. Her art. Her friends. Her mom. She wondered if Madeline was up yet, or had gone to sleep at all. When the muses descended, sleep came second, for both of them. "Mère? Êtes-vous éveillé?" She called down the stairs, asking if she was awake in her mom's native French. They had a tendency to slip into it often.

She padded down the steps and into the kitchen, stretching and yawning. It was still early, she didn't have to be to school for another two hours.

Who: Conrad and Savannah.
What: Movie night?
Where: Savannah's apartment.
When: 8/12/21

Conrad pulled into the parkin spot, cut the engine and then leant forward to stare out the windshield to the window of Savannah's aparment.  Drawing back to rest his forehead on the wheel he clenched his teeth. Why am I doing this? he thought feeling his belt dig into him, reminding him that he still had yet to unbuckle and even make like he was going to get out of the car.  Waking up next to Savannah had felt nice and it'd been a while since he'd shared a bed with a warm female body.  It was his curse that the woman who felt very good to him was also the woman who wasn't going to be very good for him.  All traces of the night before were one, her bruises the only reminder of anything they'd done or said before the sun rose.  He'd made her breakfast surprised that he'd found decent ingredients and more surprised that she'd eaten it with gusto.

Before he'd left he realised he had forgotten the movie and then said something about bringing it around again - not bothering to hear her protests before he left and resumed his suited life.

Sighing he took his belt off, got out the car and it beeped shut.  Taking to the stairs two at a time he reached her door in a blur then stopped.  He stared at the wood of the door and then looked around him.  The hallways were black lino floored with dirty brown walls that were streaked with dirt of some kind and he could see the bars of the windows at the end of the hall.  A tv faintly blared from down the coridoor and the lift was permenantly out of order.  All it needed was screaming, gunshots and mildew and the place would be a health hazard.  Conrad lived in an upscale apartment building that you needed a code and a card to get into.  There was a doorman and the elevator always worked - and it was quiet, and there was carpet on the hallway floors.  The best bit was his view was incomparable.

No wonder Savannah thought him a snob.  He knocked loudly at the door feeling the fizz from the wardens as if they too were wondering why he was bothering with formalities when he usually abused them and walked right on in.  It wasn't like he'd forgotten 'his' keys either.

Who: Finn and Drew then later Drew and Annie
What: Clean up duty
Where: Drew's apartment
When: 30/11/21 2am

Dianna was dead.

Who: Isabelle & Open
What: Trouble, here I come
Where: Flashpoint bar
When: 12/1/21, evening

( Whiskey, straight up. )

Who: Savannah and Conrad
What: Smugness combined with sexiness...annoying
Where: Savannah's apartment
When: 30/11/21 evening

Savannah was nursing what felt like a hundred injuries. Not for the first time she hated that her mojo messed with the equipment in hospitals so much that there was no way she could go and get treated by anyone who really knew what the hell they were doing. With Drew busy with the pack and the new little blonde girl, Savannah had pretty much dragged herself home and nursed her own wounds, which proved difficult to do when she could barely bend.

She had cursed herself for going out without her staff, her blasted rod and her spelled leather, or at the very least for not trying to get Flashpoint held to safety under the Accords. Eventually she had curled up under a blanket on her sofa. Now she woke with a start, freezing and stiff, by a very familiar knock on the door.

Who: Savannah, Annie, Drew and open
What: Awkward zone
Where: Flashpoint Bar
When: 29/11/21 evening

Savannah was working for the first time in a few days, it was a slow day as it wasn't a weekend and she was glad for it. It had been a busy few days, what with troll bridges and faerie princes. She liked to work in a normal place, no spell strengthened leather, casting rods or fighting. Instead of her usual fighting get up of no make up and tightly drawn back hair to make her difficult to grab, her hair was down, softening her carefully made up face.

She had friends here, a great number of them, some who knew her secret, many who did not. There were a few artfully covered bruises in area's that could be seen, and the heavy jewelry she still wore was all enchanted to provide protection if needed, but not so heavily as to seriously mess with the more complex musical equipment.

Right now the Pack were here, and she was mercilessly teasing Drew, the Alpha to try and lift the layer of glumness that sat on his huge shoulders. He was among her closest friends and took it with grudging good humour, finally beginning to laugh as the tequilla competition going on between the pack took hold, literally lifting Savannah over the bar so she had little choice but to dance.

Who: Annie and Drew
What: Now that the PTSD has worn off what has she got to blame her 'urges' on now?
Where: Drew's apartment
When: 24/11/21 afternoon

Who: Annie, NPC friends and Drew (narrative)
What: Monthly whiskey drink off
Why: Annie can't resist a challenge but gets more than she bargained for.
Where: Flashpoint bar
When: 23/11/21 - 24/11/21 11pm onwards

Who: Drew and open
What: Getting a drink and chilling
Where: Flashpoint Bar
When:18/11/21

Drew was tired and angry. Everything was getting too difficult for him to handle. He was still new as an alpha and the vampire problem was driving all but the oldest of the recruits to the pack away. The stalwarts were those who survived the time of Harry Dresden, a man Drew had never met, a highly respected memory who Drew could have cheerfully strangled for the risks he seemed to drive the old guard to.

Drew nursed his beer. It was going to take him ages to get drunk, he was simply too large to get smashed quickly, so maybe a few beers and a nice girl would make the difference...Nothing major just someone to play with for the evening