We Float

Who: Matt Cavanaugh, Zadkiel Thrush, and Alec Tremont (briefly)
When: Sunday, June 20, 2096
Where: Anhalt, then a flophouse in Ballard
What: A rescue mission
Status: Closed, Complete

"I have an address," Alec said. It was clear from the feverish, glazed look in his eyes that he hadn't yet slept. "They've been taunting me all night, electronic bread crumb trails that lead down digital dark alleys, but I finally have an address for where Barton is, and apparently not in very good shape. I expect it's a trap, so you should probably be prepared for that." He thrust the scrap of paper into the hands of the only person up and about. "I'm going to bed now. Ta."

Zadkiel stared at the information, uncertain what to do with it. A trap. Barton injured. He didn't even know who was home, or who would be of any help in this kind of situation. But one of them had a gun, and that would be a good thing to bring into a trap. He also seemed to be one of the more level-headed of the house's inhabitants, and that was good, too.

He padded upstairs and knocked on Matt's door.

Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Gabriel Wilder
What: A couple postponed meetings finally result in the real thing.
When: Monday, June 21, 8 pm (forward-dated, takes place after a yet-to-be-posted rp)
Where: Beth's Cafe, Seattle
Status: Open; in progress

What Gabe liked the most about Beth's was that it was one of the few places in the city that had gleefully embraced the lifting of the smoking ban. Most Seattle restaurants still clung to the idea that smoke tainted food or disdained the small pockets of ash that seemed to float to the bottom of Beth's floors but this cafe had gone as far as to place an ashtray on every table the moment the ban was lifted.

He ashed his cigarette in the one at his table, then slowly took a drag, staring at the ember at its tip.

He should have been home by now. Gabe knew it and yet he was sitting at a table, pulling out his notebook and sketching out the faces at a distant booth. Waiting for someone to come and tell him that the impossible was possible. His mind kept running over everything that had happened over the weekend. He wondered where his other self had gone after he'd locked him out. Wherever it had been, he was gone now.

Not for the first time, Gabriel felt guilty about leaving him in the cold. Them. He shuddered, wondering, and then went back to his idle sketching as the waitress set a second cup of coffee down in front of him. He smiled at her, ordered a piece of pie and went back to the drawing.

Who: Zadkiel Thrush and Gabe Wilder, with guest appearances by Julie Hade (NPC) and Avinoam (future Gabe)
When: Saturday, June 19, 2096
Where: Gabe's apartment
What: A rather personal conversation
Status: Log, Complete

( I'd tell him to grow a fucking spine. )

Who: Tom Sturbridge and Maxxie Delacourt
When: Sunday, June 20, 2096
Where: Anhalt Building
What: Just talking, as far as I know...
Status: Closed, Complete

Tom had had to get up early to meet his family for Father's Day breakfast. He didn't know why they couldn't do brunch like normal people, but apparently overachieving was so ingrained in his parents that they even had to be up before everyone else on a holiday Sunday. Although the line when they left had been long enough Tom had had to acknowledge there was a method behind their madness.

It had been good to see his family, even though he hadn't been able to say much about what he was up to. There was a part of him that, with his mother's research, hesitated to mention what he'd been hired to do. So it was a relief to be able to leave before they really started to dig at him with questions.

He knocked on Maxxie's door. "Maxxie, I brought you food!" he called cheerfully through the door.