IC COMM

Huh...wasn't expecting this....

Son of a bitch.

whoever or whatever did this, can you please just att

Fuck, not very impressed with any of this.


Rip, are you out there?

I still can't find my Dean this is not good.

Well this is certainly not where I'm from.....

It's giving me ideas.

Just showing up in a hospital gown in cold cloudy day in Chicago has never been in on my to do list and it will never been again.

I'm so tired and this is so strange.

Chris is going to kill me. I'm supposed to be taking care of Levi not visiting Chicago somehow. Okay. It's fine. Just breathe. Think. Just need to find an airport and a phone.

If anyone sees Sergeant Hank Voight today, be sure to wish him a happy birthday!

This is... not at all where I was trying to go.

It is, however, probably a safer place to be.

Had a thought this morning.

How many of us are from this area? Not this world, obviously, but in our own?

Still restless, still feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin.

Working on the job thing, though. God, I'd forgotten how much I hate job interviews -- don't think I've had to do one in probably twenty-five years.

[Vince]

So who failed their job worse the other night, your friend who spent the whole bonfire chatting up an excommunicated priest or the girls who lost your daughter after an hour? Kinda leanin' towards whoever was supposed to keep her from talking to sketchy dudes all night.

This place is making my head ache.

Harry?

Who: Allison Argent and Vince Leone
What: Stupidity of an entirely inappropriate kind
When: Tuesday evening during the bonfire
Where: Vince's apartment
Warnings: TBA

( All you know is when I'm with you I make you free )

( Winter Bonfire! An IC Event Tuesday, March 7, 2023 )

You know, I'm actually fairly okay with the whole insane unknown adventure of being here.

Risk is kind of my thing.

My name is Special Agent Erin Lindsay, I used to work in the Intelligence Unit with the Chicago PD, Sergeant Hank Voight asked me to come back to help with whatever is going on here.

Who: Allison Argent and Vince Leone
What: Some really, really awkward chemistry during an equally awkward conversation
When: Friday afternoon
Where: The hallway outside his apartment
Warnings: TBA

( As long as no one knows then nobody can care )

Well. This is certainly not what I expected.

Just survived a job interview while hungover and exhausted.

Then again, hungover and exhausted was probably a point in my favor with this place.

It feels strange seeing Chicago fully functional again.

Good, yes. But strange.

Who: Manny Perez and Open
What: Grocery shopping
When: Thursday evening
Where: Walmart
Warnings: TBA

( ~+~+~+~ )

Full moon's coming next week.

I think we should...do something.

Maybe a party.

A bonfire sounds fun.

Nothing quite like getting your life threatened on the phone at 2am by a guy who’s getting it on with his boyfriend.

Which, admittedly, did answer the question I was calling about.

Who: Sebastian Monroe and Miles Matheson
What: Falling apart and getting over themselves
When: Wednesday night
Where: A certain cemetery in Schaumburg
Warmings: Talk of suicide

( “+~+~+~+” )

This is officially my least favorite part of the year.

Can we just skip straight to, like, mid-June?

One minute I'm in Hawaii and the next I'm suddenly in Chicago? Yeah, okay.

Honestly, this is not the weirdest thing to happen to me.

I really need to make plans for Wednesday. It's not an anniversary I want to be in the apartment for.

It seems like people are still arriving here from other times and other places. Pretty sure my faulty spell that I don't even remember doing would do that. Pretty sure if it was me, it would have been over and done. Besides, I'm not having any luck figuring out what exactly went wrong, so. I don't think a spell caused this. It's something else.

This is truly one of the oddest things to happen.

Dad?

Uncle Thomas?

Carpenter crew?

Chicago's not exactly where I would've chosen to end up, but I suppose a dead man can't be picky.

I'll be the first to admit I have not lived a model life but what have I ever done to deserve having my teenage brother crashing in the same apartment as me and his adult self? I didn't even know him as a teenager! Of him yes but we hadn't actually met!

Harry - we need a bar to survive this. You know that right?

I just saved the world, again. Lost a father figure, nearly my best friend and other people in my life and just in England helping out my friend minding my own business for once!

Now I'm in another dimension (Better than some I've been in)? Like Chicago? How is that even possible with magic broken?


Big mistake, whoever did it.

Okay since we're clearly not getting back to our homes anytime soon and leaving the city has been crossed out as an option - has anybody figured out if we can move from these apartments? Nicely furnished as they are space would be nice.

I'm pretty sure I wasn't in Chicago a minute ago.

I'm really not loving this whole random roommate thing.

I mean, could be worse, but still. Not loving it.

Who: Riley Leone and Lydia Martin (donthavemuchexp)
What: Shopping
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Starbucks
Warnings: TBA

( ~+~+~+~ )

Oh. This shit again.

Okay, then.

What's going on? How did I end up in Chicago?

Mr Dutton's going to be upset with me when he finds out I'm not in the barn.

Hello?

I'm looking for my daddy. Or Uncle Peter.

There's too many smells and I can't find them.

Daisy...Pepper...where are you?

Did the ship land okay?

Guess I'm going to miss my conference.

Has anybody actually tried to leave Chicago?

Who: Erica Reyes and Open
What: Drinking and thinking
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Pick a bar, does it really matter?
Warnings: TBA

( At least this one knows how to behave in a bar... mostly )

Who: Chris Argent and Peter Hale
What: Their version of being domestic
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: TBA

( ~+~+~+~ )

This...is very strange. Can someone help me?

So at what point in being here do we start worrying about shit like getting jobs?

Because I'm getting restless and it is not good when I get restless.