OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254792.0)<br/>September 1st, about 5 PM<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Bram opened the door to the old Halifax place, he was greeted by a warm light from inside. The solid door hadn't given anything away, but Red must be here.<br/><br/>Sure enough, sitting on one of those cheap plastic folding chairs with three sections, was the teenage girl. Her feet were sticking almost straight up, the footrest section being nearly vertical, with a styrofoam take-out container resting on her stomach. As he came into the building, she dropped her phone onto the box, and turned to look at him.<br/><br/>"Hey Bram. Hey, some delivery guy came by earlier. I tol' him I knew you, so he let me sign for the thing. I think Rooney was makin' that fuckin' face at him though, freakin' him out." She pointed lazily toward the wall behind Abraham, were a small manila envelope was balanced against the head of a screw and a splinter of wood. "Didn't open it, don't know what it is."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sun-hwa's phone vibrated a split second before it started ringing, the picture of Alice she'd taken forever ago popping up on the front. The other woman sounded a little harried, and the wind in the background probably meant she was driving while calling, since the trees outside weren't moving much at all.<br/><br/>"Sun-hwa! Oh, I'm so glad I got a hold of you! I am really, really sorry to bother you with this. I was supposed to be meeting with my friend May earlier, and she didn't show up. I haven't heard from her before that for a couple weeks, and since I last talked to her, she disconnected her answering machine. I'm on my way to that kitchen forum, and it's really important I go, but I'm worried about May. Could you maybe swing by her place, see if she's in? She's usually really serious about schedules, is all." The words all came out in a rush, offering Sun-hwa no time to interrupt her until she abruptly stopped talking.<br/><br/>Sun-hwa vaguely remembered meeting May at some point, but wasn't too familiar with her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"heads up" read the text from Alyson. While the message was short enough, Tyson barely had enough time to read it before the phone started ringing. This time it was Mike's cell. "Ty-Dy! There's some shit going on over at Candy Bar in the U-District. Jasper isn't in, nobody can reach him, and his assistant is up in Eugene visiting family or something. Linds called me, one of the strippers is upset about something, I can't get this figured out right now, Alyson and me are over here at Beacon tryin'a get some stuff sorted with these guys, so she can't even go talk to her. Can you get over there, sort this out right now? It's fuckin' Tuesday, so strippers and door charges are all we're makin' for the day."<br/><br/>He didn't sound angry, but he did sound a little irritated about this. And Tuesday and Thursday were 18+ instead of 21+ at the Candy Bar in the U-District, so as to not exclude half the college students from giving Magic Productions their money in some manner.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Angie opened her door after the second knock, peeking around the door curiously. "Jessie! Hey, perfect timing. My stupid partner for one of my classes is making me go to the club if I want her to do anything. You want to come with me?" The look on Angie's face made it clear that she would very much appreciate backup on this.<br/><br/>From somewhere behind her friend, Jessie heard another voice ask "You're going to the club? Hey, is it cool if I come too?" Angie pulled the door open all the way, to let Jessie inside. Behind her, on the couch was a girl Jessie recognized, a blonde girl named Nadia. She was one of Angie's neighbors, going to school somewhere. She looked tired. The pair seemed to have been watching TV, with the remote sitting on the coffee table.<br/><br/>"I mean, if you want to. It's the fucking Candy Bar. Ugh, I hate her." The last couple of sentences were barely more than a mutter. To Jessie, Angie looked more annoyed than enraged.