Mystic Falls

Who: Adairea, Elektra, Lucky, and Miki
When: Monday late afternoon / evening
Where: Mystic Falls shopping mall, then off to Sakura.
What: Shopping and then dinner



Monday, after spending a few hours shopping around for a house suitable for Princess Elektra in Mystic Falls, Adairea and Elle headed to the mall. As she'd been living in the dreaming these past few years, Adairea needed to get some apparel more suitable for the Autumn world, so as not to attract undue attention. For now, she was glamouring her faerie clothing to look less glamourous, but it seemed a waste of energy, and Elle seemed eager to go clothes shopping.

Being a small town, the mall was somewhat quaint in comparison to those she'd visited in the cities of the autumn world, but there were still more stores to choose from than she might find in Faerie, where she usually just had everything made by a seamstress.

"Hmm," She looked around at the array of boutiques and department stores, "Where do you suppose we should start, Pri-" She stopped, still unused to addressing royals with quite so much familiarity, and corrected herself, "Elle?"

Date:
May 31st - June 5th
Weather:
Sunny skies as the beginning of summer begins to appear on the horizon.

Happenings:

A local hunter has gone missing, bringing the toll to five. Police and rescue services are launching a full scale investigation into the attacks, and the mayor has put a curfew on all public trails until further notice. The public is urged to stay safe and vigilant.

Who: Samantha & Spencer, OT: Isabel
When: Early morning, Saturday
Where: the Áalihte-Rayne residence
What: Catching the early bird...



It was still early when Samantha returned from her customary dawn flight, entering her house via the living room window.

In her beak she carried her latest trinket, a shiny compass she'd found discarded by an abandoned campsite in the woods. Once she'd determined that the campers were gone, not lying injured somewhere, and merely careless, she'd brought the compass home with her.

Spencer, was sprawled, on the couch, shirtless, dozing peacefully, and Samantha couldn't help but linger, circling the room a couple of times before settling on the back of the couch, gazing down at him. When he opened his eyes and caught her staring down at him, she startled, her treasure falling from her beak to land on his naked chest, and flew upstairs and into her room.

Once transformed, she took a shower and dressed, then headed downstairs, determined to act like nothing had happened. "Morning Spence." She murmured as she breezed past him on her way to the coffee pot, picking it up and pouring herself a mug, "Want some?"

Who: Lucky, Bonnie (Lucky's mother), Kieran, and Elektra
When: Saturday, midday
Where: various places in the Faerieland and the autumn world
What: Not such a lucky day...



Lucky had taken her mother to The Dreaming to gather herbs. She only left her mother for a few moments, to go get some lunch from the Autumn world - she could have eaten food from the dreaming without a problem, but her mother wasn't fae, and as such could have problems if she ate anything in Faerieland. Lucky left just long enough to get sandwiches, reappearing in the field of four leaf clovers where she'd left left her mother. Only her mother wasn't there. Instead, standing there was a troll. He laughed cruelly when he saw the alarm on her face. "Don't worry, pretty little Leprechaun, your mother is okay, for now, though locked in an iron cage... And perhaps we'll even let her go, if you assist us... If not, I'm sure she'll make a fine meal..."

With horror, Lucky listened as he told her what she'd have to do to save her mother, and reluctantly agreed. He showed her a magic mirror, the face of a lovely blonde appearing. Helpless, unable to defy him, she did as instructed, teleporting herself to the girl's location.

"I'm so sorry..." Lucky choked out an apology to the blonde girl they'd referred to as The Princess, tears streaming down her cheeks. She grabbed her by the arm, "I have no choice... They have my Mom."

A man and a woman came rushing, but she teleported the princess away before they could reach them. "I'm sorry," She told the girl again, "I'm so sorry..."

Who: Gwen & Eve
When: Friday Night
Where: The wrong side of the tracks / sidetracked
What: Tempting Eve with a taste of heaven...



This was it. This was the exact spot that the girl had died. An ill-lit gap between two shipping containers beside the railroad tracks. It was so... desolate. Gwen didn't have to guess at what those final, desperate moments had felt like, she'd been there with the girl, experiencing it with her. It had seemed like her attackers had come out of nowhere, grabbing her and sinking their fangs into her throat before she could so much as react.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gwen moved into the shadows, and crouched down behind some barrels, peering out, to see who was lurking about the area. A statuesque woman with long dark hair came cutting through the gap, pausing and looking around a for a moment before continuing on her way. Gwen waited a few moments before following her, taking to the sky to do so. She had, after all, been a vampire, and was therefore automatically a suspect. The fact that her hair had been long and dark, like that of the unseen assailant in her visions was another mark against the vampiress. A few minutes later, they arrived at their apparent destination, a what appeared to be dive-bar called Sidetr-cked, or Sidetracked, if you counted the faulty letter A which wasn't glowing neon at that moment.

Drawing her wings back in as she landed, Gwen caught sight of her reflection in a darkened pane of window glass, and paused a moment. You could take the girl out of the police force, but it was more difficult to take the police force out of the girl. She took a moment to put on a coat of lipgloss to make her lips enticingly shiny, smudged her crisp eyeliner to smokiness with a fingertip, then released her pale gold hair from its neat french braid, finger combing it to loose waves, and adjusted her clothing to show a little more cleavage. That was better, now she looked less like a cop on the beat, and more like a woman on the prowl. Finally, she drew the pentacle pendant from her pocket and clasped the chain around her neck. Now the trap was well and truly baited. Transformation complete, she entered the bar.

One glance at the interior confirmed it was indeed the seedy establishment that she'd first assumed it to be. She did a slow sweep of the front room, her gaze taking everything - and everyone - in. No vampires, not even the one she'd followed in there. Maybe she'd gone in the back... or out the back. She was about to go check when the woman emerged from the staff room and stepped behind the bar, where she began taking orders. Now that she could see her in full light, Gwen could tell the vampire was stunning. It was little wonder someone had decided to immortalize her.

The vampire woman was working, making cocktails with flourish, and the bar was fairly busy, so Gwen doubted a conversation would be possible, but she could at least make first contact. Running her hand through her hair, she approached the bar. She didn't have to fake the attraction in her gaze as she came face to face with her quarry. "Well hey there..." She allowed her gaze to detour south briefly before looking up to meet her eyes again, "I was just going to get something boring, but after seeing how good you are with your hands, I'm trying to decide between a Screaming Orgasm, and A Long Slow Screw Up Against The Wall... What do you think?"

Who: Adriana Novak & Adam North
When: Late afternoon / early evening, Friday
Where: Sycamore Avenue
What: Meeting the neighbors




Adriana hummed happily to herself as she pulled into Sycamore Avenue. A furniture store had been having a sale, and she'd managed to pick up a change table and a playpen half price. "We've got just about everything we need now, Twinkletoes, now we just have to set it up, and you can make your grand entrance."

She pulled into her driveway, hefted herself out of her car, waddled around the back to open the hatchback, and tried to tug the first of the boxes out, groaning as she realized that while someone from the store had assisted her in getting the flatpacked furniture into the car, she was going to have to find a way to get it from the car and into the house all by herself. "Well, shi- fiddlesticks."

Who: Lucas & open to all dreamers & dreamwalkers
When: Late Night Sunday / Early Hours Monday
Where: The Dreamscape
What: But a dream...



Finally back from his out of town under-cover assignment, Lucas was glad to be home, even if he hadn't managed to get there until past midnight. He was utterly beat. He left his suitcase in the corner, resolving to unpack it the next day, and sprawled across his bed. His last thought was of calling Eden the next day... That he just hoped she was still interested, though truth be told, he couldn't blame her if she wasn't. He'd only had time to send her a brief text to let her know he was going out of town for an assignment, that he'd call her when he got back, and then he'd gone dark. With that thought rattling around in his brain, he fell asleep.

Of course, being a dream walker, if he didn't take sleeping pills, sleep wasn't usually as restful for Lucas as it was for most people. Given he'd forgotten to take his sleeping pills, it wasn't long before he found himself wandering the dream plain...

Who: Starling & Beck
When: Late afternoon, wednesday
Where: By the lake
What: Beck appears, out of the blue...



Starling's mom was buried deep in a book manuscript she was editing, and Bridgette was out somewhere, work probably. Neither Esme nor Arianna were available to hang out, but it was a beautiful Spring day in Montana, and Starling had no intention of wasting it. She decided to explore the area, as she hadn't really done that yet.

Armed with a bottle of water and some trail mix, she took her time, wandering beyond the neighborhood and meandering into the wilderness. She wasn't really concerned about getting lost, as she could always teleport home if need be.

Eventually she found herself at a gorgeous lake, and gathered a handful of pebbles from the shore before sitting down on a flat rock at the edge and taking her shoes off so she could dangle her feet in the water. She thought she heard something, a splashing noise, but couldn't see anyone around, so assumed it had just been a fish jumping or something. She reminded herself that this was Montana, not Africa - There were no hungry crocodiles lurking in these waters. Even so, she drew her feet out of the lake, which was a little too cold for comfortable foot dangling anyway.

She started skipping her pebbles across the water, or trying to get the hang of it, anyway, singing happily to herself as she did so, "Kiss me out of the bearded barley, nightly, beside the green, green grass. Swing, swing, swing the spinning step, you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress. Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me... Kiss me down by the broken tree house, swing me upon its hanging tire, bring, bring, bring your flowered hat, we'll take the trail marked on your father's map... Oh, kiss me -" A guy surfaced from the watery depths just in time to get hit by one of her pebbles, "Ohmygods! I am so sorry! Are you okay!?"

She stared at him, at first because she was stunned by his sudden appearance, and then continued to do so simply because she couldn't drag her eyes away. The guy was gorgeous, and at least half naked.... and familiar, somehow, though she couldn't place him immediately.

Who: Cassie & Kitty, plus other "delightful" members of the Woods family
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: the Woods residence
What: Family reunion...



Cassie had been stuck on a plane for four hours, and then trapped in a car with one of her cousins for nearly two. It had been a long time since she'd last seen her Montana relatives, but now that she'd become reacquainted with Chelsea, she was already beginning to wonder if coming to Montana had been a mistake. She could only hope that her other cousins were nicer than Chels.

Finally they arrived at the Woods family home. Cassie's teeth began chattering as soon as she got out of the car, clutching her lightweight cardigan tighter around herself, as she looked up at the towering designer mansion, "It's really pretty, but I think y'all forgot to tell the weather it's s'posed to be Spring..." She'd moved to the trunk to get out her luggage, when the front door opened, a redhead about her age coming out. Cassie's face lit in a genuine smile to see the cousin she'd liked best, "Kitty!? Is that you? Oh my gosh! Look at you - you're gorgeous!"

Date:
May 24th - May 30th
Weather:
Sunny skies as the beginning of summer begins to appear on the horizon.

Happenings:

There are no leads on the missing hikers, or assault resulting the coma of a local teen. Mayor Woods has assured the public that he is forming a task-force to assist the Mystic Falls PD in their investigation.

The full moon will rise on the 27th, so therianthropes, be advised.

Who: Jackson and Tyler
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: Crow Reservation
What: Looking for werewolves, but finding a werecrow instead


The details Jackson knew about the man with whom his mother had conceived him were scant at best. It had been a random hookup, and she hadn't even known his last name. His first name had been Cal - or whatever that was short for, and he'd said he was from Montana. It was from Cal that Jackson had gotten his looks. He'd also apparently been a werewolf. Like father, like son.

Now, after all the fucked up shit that had happened back home in Timber Cove, Jackson was looking for him. He needed answers. He'd been traveling from town to town in Montana, never staying long, searching for werewolves. So far, he hadn't had a lot of luck. He'd picked up the occasional scent trail, only to have the trail go dead, or lead to a werewolf who was more interested in kicking his ass than telling him anything. On one particularly memorable occasion, the scent trail had led to a pack of actual wolves. That had been interesting.

Mystic Falls was a whole other story, however. Here, there were dozens of scent trails, and given they were all over the streets of the little town, they had to be the were variety rather than the standard kind. He'd wondered if the entire town was populated by werewolves, but after encountering a few people that didn't smell like wolves, he'd dismissed the idea. Still, he knew they were around, he just had to use his nose. He found a scent trail that seemed pretty fresh, and followed it. It led out of town and into the woods, which had been unsurprising. The trail ended at a house. He walked around the entire house to make sure the wolf hadn't merely walked past it, but though there was a strong smell of canine all over thr property, but the wolf trail definitely seemed to end at the back door. A large dog peered out through the glass of one of the windows, watching him with an air of avid interest, but not barking or growling.

Having circled round, he was stood on the back porch, contemplating how to approach the situation. Would the other wolf freak out to find him in his territory? Was he about to get his ass handed to him? There was only one way to find out... But the he should probably try the front door, rather than the back. That would be less weird. He started walking around to the front again, only to start guiltily when he saw a beautiful girl walk around the side of the house, and eye him quizzically.

"Uh, hi... This must look really weird, but I swear I wasn't casing your house..." He blurted, realizing how strange his behavior must have seemed, particularly if she'd been watching him walk around the house. The breeze carried her scent to him, she smelled interesting, but not like a wolf. Maybe this wasn't where the wolf lived after all. Even though the scent had let to the house, the property didn't smell enough of wolf to have one living there, "I was looking for someone, but I think I'm at the wrong house. Sorry..."

Who: Adri & Izzy
When: Around 10am, Sunday
Where: Farmers Market
What: A familiar face in an unexpected place



It had been 5 months since Adriana had run away from Chicago, away from Pierce. Now, mere weeks away from her due date, she knew she had to stop, settle down. Mystic Falls seemed as good a place as any, so she'd rented a little house, and was now, she supposed, nesting.

She'd always been a city girl, and she was discovering that living life in a small town was a big adjustment, but one thing she had discovered she'd liked was Farmers Markets. As a ballerina, Adriana had always been careful to eat healthily, and that was something that had only intensified since she'd gotten knocked up. The farmers market was a lot more affordable than whole foods, and the produce seemed fresher, too.

She picked up a jar of pickles and was perusing the label when the stall holder spoke to her, "They're my own recipe. Home grown, home-made, organic, and one hundred percent safe for your baby. You've got my word on that." The older woman gave her a friendly smile, "Not long now, eh?"

"No, not long at all. I'll take them." She returned the smile, and turned her head to the side as she dug in her handbag for her coin purse, and that was when she heard her name, looking up to see a familiar face. Worried shock fleeted across her face before she managed to paste on a surprised smile, "Izzy!"

Who: Starling and OTA
When: Monday, Lunch Period
Where: School
What: Making new friends, hopefully...



Starling was starting to think she'd taken a wrong turn. When the bell had rung signalling lunch period, she'd tried to find her way back to her locker, but she'd gotten turned around somehow. This did not seem to be any of the corridors her cousin had led her through to her classes that morning.

"This doesn't even make any sense..." She muttered to herself, looking at the numbers marking the classroom doors in the deserted hallway, "Who built this place, the mad hatter?"

Deciding to turn around and go back the way she came, Star spun around and found herself face to face with another student. Thinking she'd been alone, she gave a little squeak of surprise, her hand fluttering to her chest, and letting out a breathless laugh, "Wow, you are sneaky like a ninja - I did not even notice you there. Take pity on a new student?" She wheedled hopefully, "I am so lost."

Who: Trick & Ethan
When: 3:30pm, Saturday
Where: Mystic Moon Designs
What: And merry meet again...



It was Kitty's day off, so Trick was sitting behind the counter in the showroom, working on assembling necklaces and earrings. She glanced out the window again with a pensive frown. She'd awoken that morning with a sense of anticipation, though she wasn't expecting anyone in particular. Customers came and went, but the feeling stuck with her.

"You've probably just forgotten do do something and it's nagging at you," Trick muttered to herself, abandoning her pliers and fetching her daybook to make sure she hadn't forgotten an appointment. "Nope..." Tricia sighed and picked up a pencil, doodling a design on the empty page, "Obviously wasn't anything important..."

Absorbed in her sketch, she didn't see the man until he walked in the door, setting the bells jingling. Her breath caught as soon as her gaze locked onto his face, and she stood up abruptly, staring at him with eyes wide, "...Ethan?"

Date:
May 17th - May 23th, 2009
Weather:
Sunny skies as the beginning of summer begins to appear on the horizon.

Happenings:

Another hiker has gone missing, and one found dead. There have been no leads in the investigation of the missing hikers, but the police are looking into the matter.

Who: Kat & Eve + NPCs
When: Late Night, Saturday
Where: Underground Club
What: Kat gets herself into a dangerous situation...



Katerina paid the door-bitch her money and got a stamp on her wrist in return. She'd snuck out of Mystic Haven after what was likely to be the final bedcheck, having left a pillow dressed in her PJs in her bed. A little spell she'd cast would hopefully ensure that no one would look too closely at the make-shift dummy.

She checked herself out in a mirrored wall as she walking into the underground club. She wore a corset and short-shorts over fishnets, and tall black boots on her feet, and an enchantment had transformed her frizzy dark curls into a skein of sleek black silk, streaked with vibrant colour. Pleased with the effect, Kat smirked to herself and went to the bar, ordering a drink. It didn't take long for someone to buy her another.

An hour later she was in a secluded corner of the building, making out with some guy whose name she hadn't bothered to remember, when she felt the fangs pierce her neck. She went with it at first - this wasn't her first vamp, she knew they didn't need to take a lot, and experience had taught her that he'd probably give her a taste of his own intoxicating blood in return... Only he didn't stop drinking...

"Hey tiger, I think you've had enough..." Kat told him, trying to squirm out of his grip, push him away, but he only gripped her tighter, sucked harder. She felt herself becoming light-headed, and not from pleasure, "Stop!" She cried out urgently, struggling harder, clawing at him with her long nails, "Let me go! I said stop!"

Who: Seraphina and Esmerelda
When: Dinner time
Where: Home
What: Boy troubles



"Can you set the table please, Esme?" Seraphina asked her daughter, peering at her in concern. Something was off. Her normally vivacious child was currently looking distinctly discontent. Hoping to cheer her up, she added enticingly, "Dinner is ready. I made huevos a la flamenca..."

Opening the oven, she retrieved the dish, and set it on a trivet in the middle of the table, then went to the fridge to get out a jug of sangria she'd had chilling in there, "Is something bothering you chiquita? You seem a little... apagado?"

Who: Tessa & Kitty, with a brief appearance by Ed.
When: Monday, after classes
Where: Bell, Book, and Candle
What: New house, new town, new friends...



After encountering Nick outside her house the previous evening, Quintessa knew it was imperative to get the warding on her new home sorted out, and fast. It fell to her, because while her Uncle Jack was a hunter, he wasn't a witch. That was something she'd inherited from her Mother's side of the family, not her Father's. However, when she'd gone to do the ritual the previous night, she'd discovered she was all out of a couple of key spell ingredients. If worse came to worse, the Devil's Bit could be easily substituted by any number of other protective herbs, however the Aconite, or Wolf's Bane, as it was more commonly known, really couldn't be substituted for anything. Considering they'd come to Mystic Falls to hunt down a rogue werewolf, holding off on the werewolf protection seemed ill advised. Particularly given that a recently bitten werewolf now knew exactly where she lived.

Gods, Tess hoped Nick wasn't the rogue wolf who was attacking people in Mystic Falls. She didn't want to believe it, couldn't quite bring herself to do so, but the more logical, rational part of her brain told her that it likely was him. The chances of it being a different werewolf seemed exceedingly slim.

So she'd done some research and found a witchy shop called Bell, Book, and Candle, and after her classes were done for the day, she'd headed there for her spell supplies. After checking the shop out and confirming that it seemed legit, she found the aconite seeds. She'd just grasped the last packet as another hand reached out to take it.

Tessa sent the owner of the hand, a pretty petite red-headed girl, an apologetic wince as she took the packet, "Looks like the last one, I'm sorry, I really do need this..." She was genuinely sorry, too. The idea of someone else being harmed because they'd missed out on the last packet of Wolf's Bane was awful, "But um, maybe they have more out the back?"

Date:
May 11th - May 16th, 2009
Weather:
Sunny skies as the beginning of summer begins to appear on the horizon.

Happenings:

Hikers have recently begun to go missing in the Mystic Falls woods. People have been asked to use extreme caution while visiting, and report any leads to the MFPD.

Who: Tessa and Open
When: Sunday, late afternoon, almost dusk
Where: In the woods
What: Archery practise



Most of Quintessa's weekend had been spent moving and unpacking, though she'd spent a little time earlier that afternoon exploring the town of Mystic Falls on foot, finding her way around, figuring out the lay of the land. When she'd gotten home, she hadn't been quite ready to face yet more upacking, so she'd grabbed her equipment, and headed out into the woods behind her house to practice her archery. Being outside, practicing her shooting always helped her to settle and focus her mind. The next day, she would be starting school, so she was a little anxious about that, but she also had bigger things on her mind.

She and her Uncle Jack had come to Mystic Falls because they'd heard of a spate of incidents that sounded suspiciously like werewolf attacks. Her uncle was currently at the hospital, trying to find out what kind of injuries that girl, Madeline Wilson, had sustained. She was in a coma, and it seemed doubtful that she'd make it, but if she had any bite marks at all, Tessa had no doubt her uncle would finish her off, mainly because if she'd been bitten by a were, and she made it to the full moon, chances were she'd turn, making an instant and violent recovery. Tess tried to tell herself it would be easier this way, that it was something that had to be done, for the safety of everyone, but it still made her feel ill.

She nocked another arrow and pulled back the bow string when a quiet sound made her spin around, pivoting to face the person who stood behind her.