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but dogs can look up

When; The afternoon into the evening of January 2nd... spanning sundown >:]
Rating; Rated G for Ghouls. Wait no. Let's say PG-13, maybe even R.
Characters; Anyone. EVERYONE. Get up in here!
Summary; A normal evening at one of the City's bars turns into ~~Shaun of the Dead~~ a ghoul attack.
Log;

[ While many of the City's denizens may have been growing gradually more anxious since the new year struck, a certain ominous paranoia closing in around them, life does not stop or even slow down for nerves. And without any tangible evidence of something amiss, it's easy for those who have been more actively occupied to bury themselves, all but missing the early warning signs of whatever may be closing in.

And so it is that one may find oneself out this evening, in the last hours of dusk before darkness falls over the City, unwinding over an after-work drink or grabbing an easy dinner. Of course, if one were to linger too long... | ]

[ Momentarily posting time divided threads, to indicate before and after sundown. Feel free to mingle before dark, or have your characters' ghoulish guests arrive after the sun goes down... ]

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[ It's been a long day - most are, at the hospital - and a quick drink and some comfort food after work sounds like exactly what Wilson needs.

So he stops in after he gets off, grabbing a beer and some wings. He's been feeling a little uneasy for the past day or so, but with nothing more than a slight pit of uneasiness in his gut, he doesn't have any real reason to worry. All the more reason to try to relax a bit, really. ]

[ Eames is mostly here to pick up something for dinner at the house. With Arthur's return near New Year's, he's been somewhat occupied since - mostly to make sure he doesn't have hypothermia from the way he turned up and such or anything else to keep an eye on. Realistically he should just be ushering him to Wilson's care in the first place, but the three of them in the house have always been rather private people, and doctor's have generally not done them favours in the past (aside from Eames' case what with the multiple gunshot incidents in the otherwise peaceful City). He slides up to the bar for a drink while he waits for his food to be prepared, though, finger tapping lightly to the tune of the music as he glances over toward the doctor.

Wilson hasn't been the only one dealing with a sense of unease - Eames thinks he's been seeing a man pacing around his house more than he likes and has taken to keeping the curtains drawn shut at night for the past day or so. ]

Jimmy, [ he greets lightly, a tease to his rumble, ] How goes?

[Uhura's been feeling a similar uneasiness, though she attributes it to worries about Chekov and the still-unsolved attack. She decides a drink is just the thing she needs, so after leaving the Welcome Center, she heads to the bar. To the bartender she says:] Can I get a Graveyard?

[Then she smells Wilson's hotwings.] Are those any good?

[ There's no reason for Wilson to rush home, of course, so he doesn't mind lingering. Some time after the sun goes down, though, that strange nagging has come back - someone watching him?

He looks surreptitiously around the inside of the establishment, first, but doesn't see anyone so much as glancing in his direction - and then he locks eyes on something beyond the window, on the street. He freezes there, staring, not entirely believing what he thinks he's looking at. ]

[ Jimmy. He doesn't really sigh at that, outwardly, but there's a slight lopsidedness to the smile that he greets Eames with that mixes a touch of mild annoyance into his amusement. ]

Well... [ A little shrug, a slight movement in his shoulders that rolls his head slightly to a side. ] No specific complaints, at the moment.

[ And he sits back, leaving the wings and beer for the moment while he speaks. He's not rude, gosh. ]

How are you doing?

Just general ones?

[ Eames' mouth quirks, pulling a stool out with his foot as he plops down. Signaling the bartender, he gets one of the darker brews for himself, tugging off his gloves to stash in his pocket. ]

I'm well enough. A decent start to the new year, all in all. Have you made any resolutions?

[ A Graveyard, huh? He can't help but glance up when she places the order, so she's already got his attention when she asks the question. He offers a thoughtfully critical frown, exaggerated just a bit. ]

For a certain value of good. They do taste fairly good.

What more can you ask for? [to the bartender] Can I have a plate of those too? Thanks. [You don't drink a Graveyard on an empty stomach.]

[Penny was going to stay at the Welcome Center, but she keeps thinking something--or someone--is watching her. It's giving her the heebie jeebies and she's not all that keen on hanging out with just the dogs and Lucretia for company.

She ends up ducking into the first drinking establishment that looks moderately well-populated. It's lovely to see Wilson there.]

James, hey! [Wait. He looks like he's seen a ghost.] James?

[People-watching is one of the more tolerable ways to spend an evening in the City, and there's no better place to do it than a bar. Particularly when it's this cold out.

He's settled comfortably at the end of the bar, nursing a series of drinks and thinking.]

Oh, the usual. Wouldn't be the City without them.

[ Which is a little funny, considering his resolution... ]

Though, oddly enough, the only resolution I've got is to make the most of what I can, here. Not exactly quantifiable, but I could probably be doing a better job of it.

[Chekov comes to the bar with Uhura and almost immediately wanders off to talk to Isaak. For someone who was just in the hospital and has a cast on his right hand, he looks quite chipper.]

Isaak, hello!

[Raising his glass in a gesture that is somewhere between a greeting and a toast, Isaak finishes it, and signals the bartender for two more. After all, a belated New Year's celebration is due. Besides, Chekov is one of the few people in the City he actively likes.]

Pavel Andreievich! How's the hand?

[It's never too late for a New Year's drink. Ever. Pavel hops onto the seat next to Isaak.]

It is a nuisance, but I'll live. Did you drink enough on the holiday?

[They can have one now, and another next month, until they pick another excuse. Isaak is game.]

I made a valiant effort, though it's a bit less fun with strangers.

Surely not everyone in the City is a stranger.

[Hoping to be subtle, Chekov looks over his shoulder. He thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye, but it must have been his imagination.]

Not all, no. But this is not how I'd planned to ring in the new year.

[He shrugs, not particularly melancholy about the fact, though he might be if he let himself think about the ways he never will. Mildly, he follows Chekov's glance-- not that subtle after all, though it's an admirable attempt-- but doesn't see anything of immediate significance.]

No one expects to spend the new year in another dimension.

[Okay, Chekov needs to work on his subtlety. He can't shake the notion that there's something slightly amiss.]

I do prefer it to Miami, at least.

[Don't be antsy, you'll make him antsy. Isaak looks a bit puzzled as he lifts his refilled glass.]

Am I keeping you from your friend?

They could be less terrible for you, but that would probably defeat the purpose.

[ And because he has to. ]

Straight for the graveyard?

[ He does pull his gaze away from the window, eventually, to look at Penny, though he's still looks quite shaken. ]

Penny-- hi. Sorry, I was just...

[ And he looks back toward the window and frowns. ]

I thought I saw someone.

[She glances over at the window that was so intriguing Wilson. Although Penny doesn't see anything, the mere fact that someone else is a little on edge is enough to cause some concern.]

No problem.

[Problem.]

Maybe you did--see someone, I mean. Things have been creepy all day and the dogs wouldn't stop barking.

Is Miami so terrible?

[Oh, drinking. Good idea. Chekov helps himself to the other glass--he can only assume that it's meant for him--and wills himself not to look around for things that aren't there. He did enough of that when he was riding out the residual effects of the scopolamine.]

Uhura? No, no... she trusts me to drink without a chaperone. I think my brain is still slightly confused.

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