[OTA] It's the Best of Times

[dreamsofwords]

All things considered, one hasn't seen Alasdair writing much lately. He has been, of course - he's got deadlines - but he's been keeping it to late at night at his house, not so much in public. In light of things, though, school has been called off for the first few days of the week, and sitting in his house feels a bit oppressive just now.

So despite the cold, he goes out with his laptop, dressed for the weather in a coat, a scarf and fingerless gloves, and parked himself at a cafe table with a bottomless cup of coffee. He's tapping away, paying virtually no attention to the world outside.

Storms came and went in Chicago all the time, especially in the winter months. But this system was different. It loomed over the city like a bad mood, and wouldn't be banished, turning from rain to ice to snow and back again. Who knew, Dabney Rush thought as he watched the precipitation pummel the glass of his Gold Coast house, what this kind of weather would bring.

Absolutely, totally normal.

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[gotyourheart]

And, for just an instant, she does the same. Thankfully, no smoke.

A sigh. "Most of them seem to be. But goodness knows there's always those one or two that will sneak back in just for the thrill of it. They feel like they're some kind of exception and they'll magically not disappear if it goes, too."

As if they really believed they'd be different, when a Queen and a Joker had already been lost in its midst.

[dreamsofwords]

"Some of them might be trying to see where they went," Alasdair said, quietly, glancing up at Rowan again. "Someone should check on Jonathan Montenegro."

He'd always been a bit rash, Carmella's husband. Probably the type to get it into his head to do just that.

[gotyourheart]

It's a sobering thought, and she nods with more of a seriousness on her expression.

"I'll do it myself today, then." And will probably get others to check on him for however long is necessary. The fine art of delegation, she knows it.

[dreamsofwords]

Really, Alasdair thinks, Tunde could do worse than to ask Rowan to be Queen. But he doesn't seem inclined to fill it just yet, and it's really none of Alasdair's affair.

Besides, Madeleine would hiss at him. He's pretty sure his eldest sister wants to be Queen.

He just nods, though. "Just thought I should mention it."

[gotyourheart]

There are a couple things Rowan wonders about Tunde's reign thus far, but she's but a Nine, and if she ever hopes the King to properly sign of the papers making her the official Head of Security (or whatever it is that's taking him so long to make it official; she's been filling the position in all but name since Jordan Novak left) she'd best not voice her thoughts just yet. Surely a more apropos time would come.

"I'm glad you did. He may have been neglected in all the hubbub."

Juggling the others who've been affected by the disappearnces and helping those who may be more sensitive to the tremors' effects has been difficult.