MHA #6, Thursday Evening

Verity and Liam hadn't spoken much on the way back from the docks. He'd been stationed elsewhere, just in case a different angle had afforded them more information, but hadn't come back with much beyond what Verity had noticed. It put her in a mood and Liam was polite enough to respect her need for brooding silence as they made their way back to her - their apartment.

She stomped up the stairs, taking her frustrations out on the poor, innocent banister, which had never done anything bad to anyone. None of the neighbors poked their heads out to see what the ruckus was about - it was Fandom, most people didn't bother checking on a little noise unless it was also accompanied by screaming. That just served to make Verity grumpier. ( Baltimore was about to be a battleground, and the rest of the building wasn't even going to notice unless the Covenant decided to firebomb her while she slept. )

[Preplayed with the wonderful firstofitskind who also coded this all like a hero. Adapted from Midnight Blue-Light Special, by Seanan McGuire. NFI, NFB]

The Freakshow YET AGAIN, Baltimore, Thursday Night

The dragon from the night before was no longer in the ticket booth. She had been replaced by a more familiar, less friendly face: Istas, who was sitting calmly behind the glass, stitching another layer of lace onto the edge of her parasol as she waited for a paying customer to demand her attention. Verity rapped on the edge of the booth. She lifted her head and frowned, eyes narrowing.

( Why are you on the ground? )

[Continuing on the adaptation of Midnight, Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire. Preplayed and coded with firstofitskind, who is a dreamboat. NFI, NFB.]

The Nest, Baltimore Warehouse District, Friday Afternoon

The hidebehind glamour that had once hidden the true contents of the converted warehouse that held the dragons' Nest was gone. They had been able to see the true structure of the building from the minute they walked through the front door. This had been more difficult than she expected it to be, since the dragons' overpriced bodega was also gone, and that was the only easy ground floor entrance to the slaughterhouse courtyard. Luckily, the three of them had been picking locks since before they could tie their shoes, but it would have been nice to have a little warning.

The power still worked - that made sense, since it wasn't like the dragons had ever been paying for it in the first place - and after flipping a few dozen switches, they were able to get a good idea of what they were dealing with: ( a huge, two-story building with a ground floor that consisted almost entirely of one enormous room. )

[Continuing on the adaptation of Midnight, Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire. Preplayed and coded with firstofitskind, who is the bestest. NFI, NFB.]