`Jack Corvo` 

Upon leaving the yacht, Jack looked around and scanned the crowds for the people on his list. He had sat the portraits from Walt in the master bedroom to be picked up later. He began to walk through the crowds to find his targets once more when a familiar rumbling in his stomach reminded him that he was still human and still needed to eat no matter how much he didn’t want to be. He looked around and found a familiar funnel cake stand which he remembered from his college days. He ordered a funnel cake, got the waitress’ number (though she wasn’t nearly as pretty some of the other girls whose numbers he had already landed) and walked off a few minutes later, trying his best not to get the powdered sugar from the cake on his new wool peacoat. He leaned up against a craft booth near Walt’s art stand, eating about a quarter of the funnel cake until he got bored with standing still and began to walk around, listening to the Christmas music playing from the speakers on the streetlights. 

After the funnel cake was about half-finished, Jack found himself sitting on a bench near a streetlight at an intersection. The song “Silver Bells” was playing over the speakers, and he hummed along with it as he ate away at the funnel cake. “Sugar!” someone nearby yelled. Jack looked up and saw Shannon Balore standing in the middle of the intersection, looking around frantically. Back in college, Jack and Shannon had been good friends. They had dorms across the hall from each other and hung out somewhat frequently. At one point, Jack had a crush on her, and still he found her somewhat attractive, but not in a “one and done midnight stand” sort of way, but in a more sensual, loving way. Of course, he eventually found out that she was lesbian (by accident, actually) and since then tried to curb his enthusiasm when near her. Nowadays, Shannon acted as his tailor, using her powers to make him suits and such. Jack had tried to recruit her to his “business”, knowing that she was in some economic trouble, but she wanted no part of that. They hadn’t talked since. Jack stood and walked through the crowd where she was standing. 

“Hey whassup Silkworm?” Jack said in a silly, flirtatious manner before he picked up on her distress “Is everything alright?” 

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`Eva Chilver`

“Aw! Thank you!” Eva said, taking the bear from her sister’s hands and giving it a feminine hug. Eva picked up suddenly that Selena was somewhat unnerved. Neither of them were exactly the most social people, and though Eva was generally better with people then her sister, she also felt somewhat claustrophobic as people bustled by like bees in a hive. She looked around for things to do and caught sight of a nearby food truck with a few picnic tables adjacent to it. She *was* hungry, after all, and eating would probably help Selena to calm down.

“Why don’t we go get some food?” Eva asked, grabbing Selena by the wrist and gesturing for her to follow. As Eva began to turn, a man with a cigarette walked by and inadvertently blew tobacco smoke in her face. Immediately Eva’s face felt as if it had been burned, and she began to cough as the carcinogenic smoke filled her lungs. As she gasped for air, a nearby rat, who was nibbling at the remains of a hot dog laying in the street, looked up and squeaked loudly. The Earth-Mother was in danger! He began to crawl through the crowd, darting around feet expertly until he got to the man with the cigarette. The rat’s mind filled with anger as Eva choked and it dove at the man, biting him on the heel with full force. He cried out at the rat’s teeth tore into his skin and moved to step on it just as a seagull swooped down and slashed at his face. He tripped and fell onto his back at Selena’s feet, groaning as the rat scurried away and the gull flew off with the cigarette clasped securely in its beak.