The Universe's Mixer

Xanadu missed Inara. The seer started to suspect that either the companion died in the plague or that The City cast her back into the unknown. When asking the runes the only reply Xanadu received was lost. Sometimes even the renown le Madame de Xanadu, adviser to the rich and unfortunate, lacked definitive answers.

Regardless, inventory was painstakingly difficult. Everything had to be done slowly and by touch. Perhaps if she hadn't been so eager to send the grumpy one away, she might have had him work off the damage he'd done to the door. Already she was surprised to find a bill of an unknown denomination in place of a jar once containing troll teeth. She sighed.

A mundane looking Help Wanted sign made of bright orange block print on a black background remained taped to the front window by the door.

After taking her leave of Liandra Susan went to locate the free hostel the older woman had spoken of. She figured at worst it would give her a safe place to recover from her cold while making more stable plans in terms of housing and maybe school or a job. While walking she had bound a small pamplet that solved a few questions but caused more in her mind, was this place like the wardrobe or something like the White Witch?

"Just wish I knew where they were" she finally whispered under her breath, speaking of her brothers and sister plus Narnia friends. "Oh Aslan, please send some wise counsel that can help me understand" she whispered once more. As she walked she looked for the hostel and at the same time was trying to keep the fact she felt as miserable as she looked from showing.

The month she had spent on the rooftop shooting arrows into mobs of zombies had taken its toll via the too thin frame and her cold along with lack of sleep. But as she slipped the quiver and her bow back over her shoulder all Susan needed was a safe haven to recover and maybe a friend...

Anita was not known for letting things go easily. The words 'pitbull', 'leg' and 'teeth' came to mind, though not necessarily in that order.

So it was no surprise that she followed the blond woman staring at her, trying to make sense of what she had seen and felt her do.

This woman had pulled the soul out of the zombie while it was alive. The zombie was still animated by another force, that Anita had no trouble dealing with - but she did not deal with the soul. In fact, she did not raise zombies until at least three days after the death to allow the soul time to move on somewhere else. She could feel souls and ghosts but those were matters she was glad not to meddle with at all.

Didn't mean she wasn't curious, though.

"Hey! You never answered my question. I don't exactly give up easily."

Anita felt the woman with her necromancy, hoping that might give her an idea of what she was dealing with....or, barring that, at least freak the woman out a little.

The Christmas lights in the Botanical Gardens and the park were impressive, but Vandal Savage wasn't much of one for sentimentality. He was drawn to blinking lights of a different kind.

His heavy feet crunched through the fresh snow as he approached the improbable array of spaceships in the park. There was the elegant and mysterious simplicity of a classic flying saucer, the lovable dilapidation of a well-used cargo transport, and the weird majesty of a massive vessel whose purpose he could not even venture to guess.

"What I wouldn't give to take a look inside these machines," he marveled aloud.

Der Waffle House was home.

Death sat down in a plush, olive green seat, testing out the restaurant booth with a light bounce. Although she didn't eat Death vaguely remembered what it was like to eat from the few times she'd spent as one of the living. George and Betty would really have to share what the culinary delights of modern junk food were like with her. She read over the menu both pleasantly overwhelmed and fascinated.

A middle-aged and overweight waitress dressed in the sort of dress one might see at an Octoberfest celebration approached the booth. "You ready to order, sweetie?"

"I'm waiting on some friends," Death explained. The waitress nodded and left.