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Who: Sandoval and Alpha
What: Arming Sandoval's arm
Where: Alpha's laboratory, inside his lair
Warnings: Villains.

( A criminal strain ran in his blood, which, instead of being modified, was increased and rendered infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers. )

dorian_red

Who: Dorian Red, Rhade, and other Interested Parties
What: Taking the lay of the land.
When: Soon.
Where: City strolling- mostly in the higher rent parts of town
Warnings: None, update as necessary

[~~Note: despite icons, Prohibition-era Dorian actually has his hair cut to a societally acceptable length and is dressed more like a young toff than a romantic poet.~~ Now portraying Dorian is the uncannily put-together Arrow Collar Man.]

una_persson

Who: Una Persson and anyone.
What: Day-in-the-life open log.
Where: Multiple places. (See the comments.)
When: Now.
Warnings: Will update if needed.

truth_is_cold

Who: Gary Knight (Gaheris Rhade) | Dylan Hunt | Martha Jones
What: Dylan is wounded during a raid on a rival's business and Gary has to take him to Dr. Jones
When: After Alpha's return
Where: Martha's "clinic"
Warnings & Notes: Descriptions of violence and blood. More might be added.

This was a situation he'd never wanted to find himself in. As a child, Gary was in many fights; he was a sturdy young man and a good way for other sturdy young men to prove themselves, until they started losing. The fighting never stopped, and even when he was broken and bruised he still had the impression he had come out winning no matter his condition.

This was the first time that he felt like he was losing.

He would have to pick apart the decision later, but it was easy enough when he made it. He shouldn't have; he should have let him die, satisfy the FBI with two dead gangsters, or he should have taken Dylan to them and made him bargain for his health. Instead it was the dead of night, frosty and cold enough to see his breath, and he had a bleeding man in his arms that he shouldn't be worried about, and he was kicking at a door because he had no free hands to knock with.

lost_humanity

Who: Ronald Sandoval | Irving Braxiatel
What: Sandoval stops to drop some tasty hints of information courtesy of his boss
Where: The museum
When: After Narvin's arrival.

Ronald Sandoval always stood out a bit, which kept him from any of the discrete, covert work that he lusted after. When he became an FBI agent, that had been what he'd wanted most, to be in the field, playing one big name off the other, enjoying the power that came from compromising them.

He was never granted that ability, never allowed into the field, and it ate at him for his entire time working for those snivelling, arrogant jokes of investigators. Those were two reasons Alpha had seemed like a godsend- he maneuvered right under their noses with enviable precision, and he offered Sandoval that chance that everyone else had denied him.

Now they had come full circle- they were back in West End, and he was all to happy to help with Alpha's machinations as he entered the museum with a bright, friendly grin on his face. The right people spoken with, the right names dropped, and minutes later he was being led back to speak with a one Mr. Irving Braxiatel.

timesbureaucrat

Who OPEN
What Narvin arriving in West End
Where Hotel lobby, police station, all over
When All day/evening

Agent Narvin Lone wasn’t pleased with his transfer to West End, despite being the one who requested it. DC was where all the decisions were made, where, in his mind, all the real work was done. But after Representative Darkel’s schemes had been blown open he was lucky not to have been incriminated and indicted himself. As it was, people had suspicions. No, it was best to keep out of DC for now, even though it was inconvenient.

He grimaced at the whole situation as he hailed a cab to take him to his hotel.

una_persson

Who: Everyone and anyone. Talk to Una, talk amongst yourselves, flirt, bicker—your choice.
What: Just an ordinary night out for the good people of West End.
Where: the Candlelight Club, a small, not-very-skeevy cabaret that (like many, though not all others in town) is a sort of neutral zone for the various law enforcement and criminal operations. (The owner will not take anyone's shit and has been known to throw people out for being jerks.)
When: A night in early fall.

An evening at the Candlelight Club usually started with some kind of a comedy act, or maybe a magician, to warm up the crowd. Then Miss Persson came on and sang; she always finished with "Someone to Watch Over Me". And after her was the act that a lot of the men came for—the fan dancers, Trudie, Suzie, and Lucie. (Una was fairly certain those weren't their real names, but she got along with them reasonably well. Though she never told them she had been a Ziegfeld girl; Lucie's envy in particular would have been too much to bear.)

While the dancers came on and did their burlesque, Miss Persson made her way out into the club to chat, socialize, and charm. If it so happened that people were doing careful sleight-of-hand with flasks under the tables, neither she nor anyone else noticed, or admitted to noticing.

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