Repose

[Misha, Damian, Claire, Steve, Atticus, Matt, Eames.]

[Janus checks in on a few people in the dead of night, when they think people are probably sleeping. They think they're quite sneaky about it, really, but the mental touch (feather light, like watching someone's sleeping expression, designed only to check everyone's alright) burns like cinnamon on the tongue. It might be nothing. Or they might know what it is. Or, perhaps there is no fix at all.]

[Other demonic or ethereal.]

[There might be some traces of a demonic other on the air, moving around in the night. Slight traces.]

[Call: Destiny S]
[Ring, as he drives over after talking to Sue, in case Des wakes up before he gets there.]

[Locked to Newt P]
[Multitasking. During the above.] Newt. Spare me a moment.

[Sam M]

Where are the good chicken wings in this godforsaken place?