The Universe's Mixer

Promethea flew over The City, watching over its residents. The caduceus lit up like hot blue fire leaving a noticeable trail in the sky. In the days and weeks following the disappearance and reappearance of The City Promethea had broken up several fights, stopped the looting of four stores and taken exactly thirteen citizens to the hospital, one of them a young boy.

It was not the most glamorous work but science heroes made excellent custodians in the aftermath of great disasters and tragedies.

Things slowly appeared to be returning to normal. The City still shifted like changing sands, but that was a feature that most people became accustomed to after their first week here. It made flying an interesting challenge in the downtown amongst the tall sky scrappers.

Today Promethea had not needed to intervene at all. Bill would soon be able to return home, if his landlord hadn't already assumed the long absence meant he was dead and given the apartment to someone else.

Bill and Promethea sighed.

Willow watched The City streets nervously from the other side of The Magic Box's store windows. She'd had a few customers come in looking for answers. Why did The City disappear? Was it her fault? Was there something she could do?

Willow had almost no answers and one of the customers had gotten angry enough to knock over the display of cheap porcelain unicorns, which had shattered all over the floor in front of the door. So the witch made a sign on the door in neat handwriting which read BEWARE OF GLASS followed by a smiley face.

Dustpan and broom out, she had most of the tiny glass shards swept up. At least the stranger hadn't caused any more damage. He certainly could have done worse. Willow wondered if Buffy and Spike made it through The City's transition. It felt emptier now. At least, the witch thought, she still had the shop. It made it easier to find her.


*OOC: Feel free to have one or both enter!

Fred had expected another "normal" day in the City. She'd meant to go to the library, check up on Cassie, do a little research, something that would mean she was in action. She'd meant to be out and about, but when the City gave something of a heave, Fred soon found herself curled up in the corner of her room with a blanket pulled tightly about her head to wait it out. She had to fight with herself to keep from jabbering, to keep from writing on the walls. She had to fight to keep it together - she'd changed, and she wasn't going back.

It was probably a few hours after the last reality twist when Fred climbed out of her one blanket fort and crawled to the window to peek out. It had all settled again; the City was back to its normal paces. Fred turned to look at the walls, imagining how great they would be covered in equations. She'd even gone so far as to find a marker in a drawer. But, she opted for shoving it in her back pocket for later. Right now she'd go with pulling on a jacket and heading out. She knew where she'd find the support she needed.

Her steps were determined as she made her way down the sidewalk to where she believed her current support system lived. She didn't get there as directly as she would have liked, but Fred got to the Bates Motel just the same. She wasn't sure what room he was in, and she the whole black/white bit was slightly off putting even for her; she didn't mind getting lost in shades of gray on occasion, but this was ridiculous.

With a setting of shoulders and an audible swallow, Fred headed to the main office - they'd know where Wesley was, surely.