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Who: Brad Crawford and Schuldig. Any other denizens of the Schwarz household may crash this thread if they wish to. But don't startle the Oracle too much, he's jumpy and has a gun.
When: After the power goes out.
Rating: S for Schuldig.
Summary: The power is out.
The log:

Crawford sighed in the darkness. The power had finally sputtered and died. Had he foreseen it, he would have sent Schuldig for candles. But, now, it was more dangerous to head out in the pitch black of the night than to just wait it out and leave come morning.

He hated not being in control of his destiny.
And this just drove it home.
He couldn't even predict such a mundane happening as a power outage.
Once, not so long ago, he would have been able to predict the rise and fall of nations.
But here he was sitting on the dark at one end of the couch.
Totally, eerily immobile, still trying to See something... anything.

Footsteps from the kitchen.
The sound of a lighter, a brief flare of light, replaced by the burning ember of the end of a cigarette.

"Schuldig."