| Monday: February 18, 2008 |
[December 16, 2009 @ 3:18pm] |
Who: Kelchek and Cree
When: Morning
Where: Cree's Forest Cottage.
What: A meeting, a revelation, and a new friend??
Kelchek woke up with the rising sun and had a journey on his mind. He quickly got dressed in blue jeans and a fresh tee shirt, and threw on a light jacket before leaving his loft. He wasn't in a hurry, but he didn't know how long it was going to take find his destination. He might be able to ask for directions, if he ran into anyone this early in the morning, but didn't know how well known this Eichmann Herbs was, and decided that the forest cottages would probably be an easier place to ask for. The small tab of paper holding the address was tucked away in his pocket, though he doubted he would forget the address.
The walk was quite a bit more than he had expected. Though it wasn't that long, he wouldn't have minded if yesterday had yielded him a horse friend. He walked at a somewhat quick pace, eager to find out what this shop could offer him. He needed more herbs, but not the kind that you openly purchased. Items that are used by only those advanced in healing, or those used for poisons, were things that had to be handled with discresion. He eventually slowed his pace after deciding that he didn't want to arouse suspicion by arriving right as the place opened. He didn't know when that was, but later was always better.
So he walked in what could have been the wrong direction for a little over an hour and a half before seeing the edge of the forest. He continued towards it until he could see the edge of the cottages peeking out from around the trees. He reached the cottages themselves shortly after that and proceeded in finding the right one. It wasn't hard as each one, though spaced apart, was clearly numbered. When he reached the one he was looking for, he stopped at the door and looked around. He was pretty sure that it was someone's house, and the polite thing to do would be to knock, but it almost felt rude. What if they are sleeping? He listened to the quietness behind the door for a few moments before lightly tapping on it. If anyone was sleeping he was sure that it wouldn't have disturbed them.
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| Monday: February 18, 2008 |
[December 15, 2009 @ 2:44pm] |
Who: Billie and OPEN
When: Afternoon
Where: The Library
What Meeting a new face
There were a few things that Billie could speak up about. One of those things included telling others to keep it down in the library. Sure, she felt like that old lady everyone hated. But she was trying to have some peace and quiet. The clairvoyant really didn't want to hear the same gossip over and over again. Billie was relieved that the kidnapped girls were found and that things would be a little less...well..murder mystery. But, the library was no place to talk about such things in her opinion.
She was tucked away in one of the aisles and was actually using the fairly tranquil space to write in her journal. In her opinion, no one was to old to write in a journal. Even if it had unicorns and other slightly cutesy things she wasn't quite as fond of anymore.
When she heard yet another loud conversation begin, she crawled to the end of the aisle and craned her head over. "SHHH!!" After that was all said and done, she returned to her writing.
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[December 15, 2009 @ 9:12am] |
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[placeholder, HEY NOIRE, wanna work this out for this game day?]
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| Day Announcement |
[December 14, 2009 @ 2:12pm] |
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Monday: February 18, 2008
- Sunrise: 6:28 AM
- Sunset: 5:13 PM
Notable Events:
- Loki discovers something horrible when his seaward journey ends at the haven in the Bahamas.
- Loki finds a clue about what happened in the Bahamas.
- The full moon is 3 days away! Werewolves would be feeling its effects slowly, but surely.
- GOSSIP!: The word around town is that the kidnapped girls have been recovered, and the killer is finally dead. The identity of the kidnapped girls is still unknown to the public, but the killer's name, Dante Donovan, is already known in the public circle.
Weather Report:
Skies are finally clear today, and the winds are calmer than they have been, but that doesn't get rid of the cold! The high today will only reach 35°F from 3 to 5 PM, but the rest of the day will linger between 29°F and 32°F. Scattered clouds will come in around 4 PM brought, and remain in the sky for the remainder of the day. The full moon is also three days away, but it is barely visible in the sky.
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| Sunday; Febuary 17, 2008 |
[December 09, 2009 @ 11:03pm] |
Who: Dione Castel (& Dexter Castel)
When: Late Night, Sunday Feb. 17
Where: Dione's Bungalow
What: Dione deals with once again being (again) the one who survives.
It was late. Sometimes people forgot that the blind could tell time in the same way that others had done before they had that artificial construct of watches. Dione felt the hour on her skin, in her bones, and in her blood. She had been on the bench, staring out the window, paying little attention to anything. Occasionally she heard mumbling. Well, it wasn't actually mumbling, Dexter was talking to her in low tones. Low soothing tones which had so much less to do with words than it did with presence. There had been a lot of that throughout the last two days. Ever since they brought her back, he had talked to her, told her all kinds of things, stories and lies.
( He wasn't right for you )
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| Sunday: February 17th, 2008 |
[December 09, 2009 @ 5:39pm] |
Who: Marcus and OPEN
When: Evening
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Picking some essentials up for the restaurant
So even adults still played the "not it" game when it came to doing something productive? Well, Marcus was learning something new everyday! Like how one might be offended if their weight came into play on who should walk down to the Wine Bar to get various booze goodies for the place. When the threat about his jugular meeting a butcher's knife arrived, he decided it was time to set out. Man, who would have thought men were sensitive about their weight too? Not that Marcus wouldn't have made the comment to a female either.
It was too cold out for the shit sweater the Lycanthrope brought. So Marcus stole a jacket from an employee and made ways. When he arrived, he opened the door but didn't bother to hold it open for a couple that was right behind him. What a gentleman.
He wasn't surprised to find the place busy. It was never too cold to have a few drinks with friends or a stranger. Or to just get drunk by yourself for that matter. But for once, Marcus wasn't among the drinking crowd.
Arriving at the bar area, Marcus tapped his hands impatiently on the counter. "Yeah. I'm here to pick up some shit to bring back to the restaurant and since I'm freezing my balls off and would love to get the journey back over with can you hurry it up?"
He gave a cozy little smile to the bar maiden while she checked for his items. He really didn't want to wait around.
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| Sunday: February 17, 2008 |
[December 08, 2009 @ 10:47pm] |
Who: Hugh and Chloe
When: Afternoon
Where: The Cafe
What: Meeting a friendly face
Hugh was one of the many people guilty of not weather watching. Though he could obviously tell it was miserably cold outside in his opinion, he never expected another windy day to arrive so soon. It wasn't really a big deal for him since most of his day was spent inside the sanctuary of the Art Supplies Shop if not home. Sadly, it was still quite cold inside. People left the door open, or a rush of cold air seemed to be trapped inside the facility.
Though windy in the Afternoon, the Cafe was hardly a journey from the Art Supplies Shop. Dressed in a warm jacket, he somewhat jogged towards the area and asked for a regular cup of coffee. The server was kind enough to offer that Hugh seat himself and she would bring the hot beverage to him.
Hugh sat in the way back and set down his sketchbook that he brought with him everywhere. While he waited for his coffee, he flipped to a new page and began to look for inspiration.
Outside he saw a young woman standing outside. She had somewhat of a calm expression on her face, but she appeared to be glowing with energy despite the feature. For the hell of it he tried to draw her, starting with her hair blowing carelessly in the wind. She was at a perfect distance. He didn't feel like some creep for continuously staring at her. Especially when trying to get her facial features correct.
But when she began to walk into the interior of the cafe, Hugh flipped to another page and pretended to be working on his nearly finished sketch of the Arts and Trade Enclave.
Shit, shit shit. The medium kept telling himself, hoping that she didn't spot him looking at her. He hated confrontations. In fact, he was trying to figure out what his excuse was going to be. I don't know. Drawing you. Mind sound very creepy.
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| Sunday: February 17, 2008 |
[December 07, 2009 @ 2:48pm] |
Who: Zane and Susie
When: Afternoon
Where: Susie's cottage
What: Zane stops by to remind Susie of her schedule
Zane never imagined that the weather in the Mediterranean could get bad, but whatever storm Elysium had been hit with lately was insane. It wasn't just the snow, or the cold temperatures, but the wind that made it far worse than anything he had been in bad home. The wind chill made it near impossible to leave his house without a chance of blowing over, or freezing to death. As far as he was concerned this place deserved the nickname "The Windy City" more than Chicago did.
The doctor left his house bundled up tight, and made his way to Susie's bungalow. Zane was thankful that it wasn't in an entirely different part of Elysium to begin with. He knew people who lived all the way in the city, and some that lived in the forest cottages. He certainly wouldn't have been walking to those houses anytime soon; thankfully, though, Elysium had a large number of horses and carriages for the specific purpose of traveling from one place to another.
It took about five minutes to get to Susie's bungalow, and Zane hurried to the porch to provide himself some shelter from the furious wind. He stood there for a moment or two to gather himself. The biting cold of the wind made it hard to focus on anything else, but he had a very specific reason for wanting to visit the mermaid on this day. It was over the course of Susie's appointments that Zane and she had grown close. She proved to be a very intelligent young woman, and she was very interested in healing, magical and non-magical alike. He was willing to teach her all he knew, and he found her enthusiasm endearing.
Now, with all of her radiation treatments done the girl was physically well enough to venture out on her own, and to work with Zane at the pavilion. The next day was to be her very first, and Zane wanted to stop by to remind her of her schedule. Considering her interest he probably didn't need to remind her at all, but Zane erred on the side of caution. Beside he missed seeing Susie, and he wanted to check up on her regardless. She was one of his favorite people, after all.
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| Sunday: February 17, 2008 |
[December 07, 2009 @ 3:19am] |
Who: Rosalinda and OPEN
When: Nighttime
Where: The Arts & Trade Enclave, at the top of the Astronomy Tower.
What: Spending the night away from home with a little star-gazing.
Rosalinda adjusted her coat around herself as a particularly cold gust of wind passed her by. With a blanket over her lap, she sat atop the astronomy tower as she used one of the many telescopes to spy what stars and celestial bodies she could see in the sky. Though there had been some clouds during the day, the strong winds took many of them away by nightfall. Not everything was visible in the sky, but she could spot some of them easily, and she adjusted the lens of the telescope to view them each with more clarity.
Since enclave rested on the shelf of the mountains, the blanket in her lap was extra protection against the cold and bitter wind of the mountains. It was worse in the winter than during any other time, and she knew coming up here during the night would have been foolish without proper apparel and coverage. It was far colder up here than it was down by the cottages.
She wasn’t sure what possessed her tonight to go star-gazing, but it wasn’t something she had done in a long time. She felt like she spent day in and day out around outrageous things she could barely make sense out of, and tonight, Rosalinda just wanted to do something simple away from people—by herself. It wasn’t to say the company of one would be a punishment. Rosalinda was beginning to feel a little alone out there by herself, staring at the stars so far away in the sky.
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| Sunday: February 17, 2008 |
[December 06, 2009 @ 1:50am] |
Who: Amy and Scarlet
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The Medical Pavilion
What: Running into someone after getting blood
Yeah, yeah. Amy knew vampires weren't exactly freaks in the haven. If they were, she doubted they'd get blood supplied at the Medical Pavilion. Though she should feel comfortable getting bags of blood, she always brought a nice looking handbag to put the blood in. She didn't just place the blood inside the designer bag. She wrapped the blood bags up in a plastic bag-make it plastic bags, then stuffed her stash in the handbag. So what? She wasn't ready to shout out "vampire" from the rooftops. Though she was pretty sure the teeth and the direction of where she was going in the Pavilion gave it away.
After she did her pretty long routine, she made ways out of the Pavilion. The smell of the blood was driving her crazy. Really, when she had the guts to, she'd just sit in front of the facility with a straw in one of the blood bags and pig out. But for now, she was going to hold in the cravings to devour up some blood until she got home.
Which felt like it was going to be forever.
Since in yum yum blood daydream land, Amy wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. This caused her to run into someone. Her bag fell to the floor with a loud thump. With a horrified glance she watched as a giant pool of vibrant red began to form around it.
"Uhm.." Was really all there was to say when a bunch of blood was coming out of a handbag.
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| Sunday: February 17th, 2008 |
[December 05, 2009 @ 12:06pm] |
Who: Lenore and OPEN
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Art Supply Shop
What: Hopefully meeting someone new!
Lenore grew restless when the shop got quiet. She often found herself peeking her head out of the door to listen in on conversations, or to see if she could persuade anyone to come inside. If there weren't any interesting conversations anymore, or no one seemed interested in coming inside, Lenore would just pace around the shop. Surely, someone needed something art related.
Growing bored, Lenore began to organize the different paints by color. It drove her nuts to see a vibrant color of gold next to a very subtle color of blue. Were some employees getting lazy? Why she thought so!
When she saw a maroon colored paint just beyond her reach, she frowned. It was snuggled in between very depressing paints of black and grey. Though a small stepping stool was only a few giant steps away, Lenore told herself she could handle this.
Getting on her tippy toes, she reached for the paint. The very tips of her fingers wrapped around the can and then CRASH. The paint didn't splatter on her luckily. It fell behind her and rolled towards the door.
Biting her lip, Lenore just looked around with an " it wasn't me" expression and went to the back to get a mop. She'd get the can that rolled outside once the blush dulled on her face.
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| Sunday: February 17, 2008 |
[December 05, 2009 @ 8:21am] |
Who: Kelchek and Xanthus- possibly open as it progresses
When: Mid Morning
Where: On the edge of the forest/In the forest.
What: An awkward meeting.
Kelchek had been wandering aimlessly for a little under two hours trying to break in his new boots. They weren't the best looking, but they did a great job at shielding his feet from the snow that had fallen the night before, and the night before that. He had no destination picked out, nor did he care where he ended up. Only a few more miles and they should be as comply as a cloud. Mental sarcasm was so wonderful. He knew it would take a lot longer to get any new pair of shoes to fit right, but he didn't care. The cold air lightly nipped at his skin though his sweater but it didn't bother him. To him it was just starting to get chilly. He took this time to ponder on the events of the last few days that he had been awake. So much has happened. He continued to walk letting the fresh air renew his body, mind, and soul.
Ahead of him lay the edge of the woods. Ah, trees, lots of trees, just what I've been needing to find. He was still too unfamiliar with the haven to have picked out his secret place, the place where he could call his own. He needed to find that certain place where, when the cold let up, he could make grow. Kelchek looked down at the snow. "If this stuff ever lets up!" He scoffed out loud. And then he saw the most beautiful thing he could have imagined, horse tracts in the snow. He was filled with an instant excitement at the thought of finding a horse, maybe even one he could call his own. He followed the tracks like a child would follow a trail of candy, half galloping toward the trees. His spirit was renewed with the possibility to converse with a horse, and make a new friend. He slowed his speed when he saw the swish of a tail disappearing among the trees.
( Better not start by scaring it )
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