Who: Dylan and Adair!
When: Morning
Where: Town Hall
What: Dylan is troubled with current events and needs help.

Despite having a suspect in custody, Dylan’s worries were not assuaged. The image of the man seen by the psychometrics and the young woman in the medical pavilion matched the man in custody, but Dylan could not help his misgivings. The last time they dealt with lawbreakers, they had been completely wrong. Their suspects had been seen near the scene of the crime, but had not committed the actual crime.

It wasn’t that Dylan did not trust the young lady who had been attacked. On the contrary, he believed every word of it, and every word of it troubled his inner being. A thief was one thing and a murderer was another, but someone who would purposefully drag out the pain of another for pure pleasure was something beyond the djinni’s comprehension. Torture was the one thing Dylan could not ever accept in this world, but the images the psychometrics saw did not lie. They were dealing with a psychopath. The only real questions were did they have the right man in their custody and was it possible for them to be wrong?

Dylan did not trust himself enough to know the difference, and Miss Hart was in no condition to look upon their suspect for confirmation of his identify yet. He wanted some other way to question the man in the dungeon, the man who would not speak of anything other than riddles and dodge questions when asked them. They had gotten nothing out of him all night. The first thing that came to mind was a telepath or perhaps an empath. He would have to find one first.

The Town Hall seemed alive with people since the happy announcement of the Vice Council. It was one of the good things happening lately. Dylan maneuvered his way through the crowd to find a quiet spot in one of the hallways. He stared forward out of one of the windows at the bright rays of the rising sun as if the heavenly body could tell him what he should do next.

He needed to know what to do next.

Who: Nikita, Adair and Adrienne (Let me know if this is okay babes!)
Where: The Wine Bar
When: Evening (6:30)
What: Meeting some new people and having a good time

“Ugh, fuck this curfew.” Nikita stated out lout and stopped her walking for a moment to stomp on her spent cigarette. What would happen if she stayed out at night? The babysitters club from hell was going to punish her? She would kick their asses if they laid a hand on her. She had every right to be outside and have some fun. She cooked her ass off until about five o’clock and now she wanted herself some drinks. Usually she was getting drunk at about midnight but just in case she lost the fight against the curfew, she decided to get her a drink at a pathetic time of 6:30.

She opened the door of the Wine Bar and didn’t care to leave the door open for the person behind her. Yeah, she was a sweet pea like that. Hey, that was thirty seconds of precious drinking time she didn’t want to waste. The person wasn’t a cripple, they could hold the door for themselves.

She got to the bar and smirked at the barmaid. She’d hit that. Nice big ass and tits to die for. “Scotch on the rocks please.” She let her smirk grow. “Leave the bottle.” She sighed and looked around to see if anyone else was here to drink up before they had to go home thanks to the curfew. There actually was a lot of people inside.

Who: Midori and Adair
When: Afternoon
Where: Helicharis-- Near the Library
What: Canvasing and meeting someone new

The day before had only been moderately successful for Midori. She had answered a few questions for various citizens. However, it seemed many were staying away from town following the Harpy attack or else were not interested in speaking to one of the Vice Council candidates.

So Midori was out again today. She was putting her posters up wherever their was a spare bit of wall. She wrinkled her nose as the strong wind blew the poster she had just put up off the wall. She swore under her breath and ran after the poster. She caught up for it, but her usually impeccable look had been disturbed, her hair mussed and her kimono slightly wrinkled.

She looked around, a little panicked that someone had seen her so disheveled. It was hardly respectable for the Light of Hokkaido to be caught in such a state.

Who: Hayate and Adair
When: 7 P.M.
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Hayate is, dare I say, drunk! Er, slightly buzzed.

Normally, the vampire was not one for celebration, but he was in high spirits as of late and a young man challenged him to a drinking competition. Hayate took the bet, knowing he could out-drink a human if he just ignored the tasteless substance pouring down his throat. Alcohol had little effect on him shortly after his change, and it took a lot to get a vampire drunk. Which posed a problem for anyone wishing to get Hayate drunk, as he did not drink on the basis of not being able to taste the human beverage anymore. At the beginning of his change, he had continued to drink alcohol until the liquid lost its flavor over the years. Eventually, he only drank it for appearances inside of bars. He did not have much of a place in them without a glass in his hands.

He quickly drank the other man under the table and slammed his glass down in victory, calling for a round of alcohol as those who had gathered to watch began to laugh and cheer. The fact that it no longer had any taste was beginning to get fuzzy after all of the mugs he had emptied and left atop the table. While others would be passed out by now, Hayate was pleasantly buzzed and found he could overlook taste for effect. It had been a while since a substance could properly affect him.

It was about thirty minutes after this when a group of people came into The Wine Bar, cheering about their kills earlier in the day. It was something about harpies as far as Hayate could tell. More harpies were dead? Well, that sounded like a victory to him. The vampire was always one to appreciate a slaughter. Hayate raised his fist into the air. "Kill the harpies!" he shouted loudly, and the entire crowd inside of the bar raised their glasses and toasted to his cheer with loud voices rising in unison. "Kill the harpies!" they all shouted together. "Kill 'em all!"

Slamming down his final emptied glass, Hayate turned to the nearest person next to him and planted one right on their lips as he grasped the person's face in his hands. It was not until he pulled away that he blinked and furrowed his brow at the face, which he did not recognize at all. "You're not blonde," Hayate scoffed, having just realized it was not even a woman he kissed but a man — a man he had never seen before in his life.

Who: Everyone (who isn’t already in a thread during this time)
When: 2 to 5 PM
Where: All over Helicharis
What: The harpy attack!


The harpies had been planning.

By most standards and definitions those particular praeternatural creatures were not intelligent. They had no real form of speech or civilization to speak of; however, they were capable of plotting vengeance. They wanted revenge against the interloper that had stolen into their nesting area in the middle of the night, the one who had burned some of their children and killed a few of their females. They knew not who the attacker was exactly, only that they had seen him retreating toward the village. That was enough for them.

A small fraction of the flock had gathered to attack the humans and other praeternaturals in Helicharis. They had no ‘real’ plan other than to wreak havoc, but at least it was something they were skilled in. Their shrill, ear-piercing cries, sharp claws, and razor sharp teeth were enough to cause a few injuries, and to scare the citizens into a frenzy.

The grotesque creatures set out from their nest, flying rapidly toward Helicharis and the unsuspecting citizens. Their numbers created a veritable black cloud in the sky, the flapping of their wings brought forth an ominous sound that seemed to resonate throughout the valley. Once they neared Helicharis the lead harpy let out a high-pitched shriek that could be likened to a banshee. It was the only warning the people would get before the swarm descended upon them.

Unnatural as they were, the harpies were masterful fliers; their maneuverability in the air unmatched by even the most graceful birds of prey. Ungainly and sometimes clumsy on the ground, the harpies preferred to stay in the air as they attacked the people with careful swoops and well-placed claws. Their attack was only made worse by the rain that refused to stop falling.


( OOC notes )

Who: Loki, Dominic, and Guests
When: 12:00 PM
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: Loki announces the news of his departure to his friends.

With the winter weather setting in, it was less and less likely people were going to use The Tiki Hut very much. However, there were two events booked for today and one of them was Loki's very own get-together with a group of friends he had made while here in Elysium. It wasn't meant to be a big party, just a small cookout of sorts with a handful of people. Dominic helped with the barbecue, and Loki set up the drinks for the event on the bar for people to easily grab whenever they got thirsty.

There were no big decorations up yet, and The Tiki Hut looked like it usually did under the simple lights of the establishment. They weren't using the dance floor, and there wasn't any music playing. Loki and his friends secured a little corner of the bar and some of the restaurants' tables beside the beach with the barbecue set-up.

Everyone was here already, mixing and mingling amongst each other, while Loki walked off for a moment to talk with Mitsuko in private before they returned to everyone else. He was going to break the news of his departure to her first before he told the rest of them. Hopefully, she wouldn't storm off from him during the party. Loki wasn't sure how his announcement was going to go once he let it out of the bag.


OOC: Post any sort of threads you want below! Dominic wants to meet some of his friends, and group subthreads are a-okay. Loki is going to have a scene with Mitsuko first, but then others later!

Who: Everyone!
When: From sunset onward!
Where: Around the Ancient Elven Tree
What: All Hallow's Eve Festival!

ooc: to join in on the festivities, simply comment to the main post. Your entry can be a narrative or open to others. If you are replying to someone else reply to their comment and not to the main post. All activities are open for participation, it is up to your discretion what your character will do.

The sounds of happy parade goers filled the evening air as the citizens of Elysium marched from the town toward the festival near the Ancient Elven Tree. Many of the citizens were dressed in costume, and it was obvious that they had been looking forward to the All Hallow's Eve event. The lively music, provided by the fauns, set the overall tone of the parade. Many of the citizens were singing along to the music, while others whooped and cheered. Their path toward the Ancient Elven Tree was lighted by magical sparklers that never lost their energy, and some citizens even had hand-held sparklers that they waved around happily. Sorcerers enchanted objects to light up the sky like fireworks, while small fairies fluttered around the citizens like fireflies.

( Onto the festivities! )

Who: Irei and Open
Where: Market place, next to the magical supplies shop
When: Morning
What: Irei is working on the finishing touches of his costume and goes in search of a certain potion he heard of...


Before Irei had moved to America, he never really put much thought into Halloween. It certainly was not as popular a holiday in Japan as Christmas was. In America though the practice of dressing up at night and collecting candy or going to parties was rather infectious. Sascha especially loved the holiday, and Irei couldn't help but become a part of it.

He stood in front of the magical supplies shop and walked in. He had not ever graced this place with his presence yet, but he had recalled something he had learned a while back ago when he had first met Echo. The second time he saw the pretty little blond teenager, her hair had become significantly longer. She had told him about a potion she found to make your hair grow longer. It sounded perfect for what he had planned.

Irei looked around the bottles of liquids and checked the labels for the magical hair growth formula. The shop was not quite what he had expected, and there were far more magical items in the store other than potions that he would have to come back and study some day. Today, though, he had one goal.

He grabbed a whole bottle of the hair growth potion and waved a hand at the proprietor behind the counter. "Sank you." He walked out of the shop and wondered if the stuff came with directions. He looked at the label and read out loud, "Apply liberally to the scalp. Huh." He shrugged as he walked over to the side of the building, popped the cork, leaned over, and poured all the liquid the top of his head.

Maybe he was over doing it a bit, or being a little to trusting, but Irei had waited until the last minute to get this part of his costume done, and he certainly did not have any time for his hair to grow out. Would this stuff really even work? He shook his dosed hair as droplets fell and he wiped any stray liquid off with his sleeve.

He stood up and felt a slight tingle. Irei was going to be pissed if his hair fell out.

Who: Jin-Sang, Adair
When: Mid-day/1PM
Where: Helicharis
What: With such a nice day once it warmed up, Jin-Sang is out and about

The morning of the 30th Jin-Sang had been pretty skeptical about the weather. He had assumed earlier on when he woke up that it would be chilly and not the kind of day one wanted to go out in. Living in New England left him out of the know with weather when it came to places closer to the equator. When he stepped outside for a bit of fresh air around eleven he changed his mind. It was nice out, how wonderful! Smirking to himself he showered and dressed, figuring a walk would do him good. They were all he did as of late, but he enjoyed his little treks out in to the real world. Sometimes he saw mischief about, people together having fun. He felt a little sore when he watched them, but tried to keep positive.

Why had he reverted in to such a quiet state, he wondered?

Taking off, the door slamming behind him naturally, Jin-Sang shook his head. Fingers ran through the long, black strands, pushing them back out of his face or across his forehead. He always looked pretty good, so he thought, and tried to appear as clean as possible. It was nice to take such good care of oneself, to take pride in ones own appearance. Sunglasses were slipped on over his eyes, hands then fitting in to his slimming sweater, Jin-Sang made his way over to Helicharis. He'd check on a jacket he'd asked for a few days passed, but when he found it wasn't done he stepped out of the store. Hm. Well. Time to browse.

Beginning to hum again, trying to keep a cap on his gift, his shoulders moved with the song suddenly stuck in his head. The words were in English though occasionally some Korean would slip in there. He chuckled when he realized someone had been watching him dance around. What a goof. Stopping, he turned his back on his small audience to look at something in a shop window. That was certainly a great way to be noticed, he thought. Make a fool out of himself.

Who: Adair and Constance
When: Night
Where: The Temple
What: Adair comes to the temple to find peace..and finds a friend

Temples. Places of silence, peace, tranquility and all that shit-right? Adair and everyone inside had better hoped so. With a headache as bad as the one he had now and with no meds of the legal and illegal kinds working he was going old school. In the movies the temples always seemed to work. Of course that was the movies, this was the real life.

It took him forever to find the temple’s location. His feet were sore, his pack of cigarettes was nearly empty and his headache was pounding to the pattern of his footsteps. “For the record.” He stated to no one. “I don’t do this shit normally.” He put out the cigarette dangling from his lips and headed inside.

The temple was enormous and he stood by the doorway to admire the interior for a moment before he walked down an aisle, touching the wood benches along the way. What was he to do? Go to the alter, pick a bench? This was like church where he felt like a moron being inside either way. Hey! Maybe the closer he sat, the better chance he had of the headache from hell going away.

He went close to the alter and concentrated on his headache going away, not the headache itself. After several minutes..nothing

“Oh fucken’ hell. I’m doomed to die from a headache. I’d screw a gorgon for a Vicodin.” He covered his mouth and looked around. “I’ll say five Hail Mary’s for that.” He whispered.

Who: Adair, Caden and Zosimus
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Outside Adair/Caden/Sheldon residence
What:...not exactly the best role models..(Adair at least, lol)

Adair and Caden probably..weren’t the most mature of men. Not many men in their twenties sword fight outside their cottage for reasons not particularly important. Not to mention they weren’t even metallic swords. They were wooden swords given by Aveira who refused to give them normal swords because she didn’t want to be responsible for missing body parts. Adair was better than Caden (so he said), so Caden would be more screwed over than he would be.

“If I win this match-“ Adair began, out of breath. He was a smoker. Running across the cottages would be a task. So this event was just as harsh on the lungs. “You give me my bong back!” First Sheldon stole his ‘precious’ now Caden took it from him. Only thing was he wasn’t sure if Sheldon had the same means as Caden. “Seriously, the grass cures the headaches!”

The psychic attempted to trip Caden really not thinking that their immature behavior was visible to many.

Who: Adair and Sanura [putting the paddles on the muses, oh yeah]
When: Late Night
Where: Adair/Sheldon/Caden residence
What: Sometimes, people just meet


“Ugh, winter is going to suck here I can tell.” Adair mumbled. He leaned in his doorway not particularly favoring the current weather conditions since all he had to warm him up was a cigarette and a lighter he kept playing with. He could have gone inside, but oddly enough he wasn’t like Sheldon and didn’t litter the house with a shitload of smoke. Sometimes it was hard having two roommates, but they were his best friends.

One of the things he hated was smoking his cigarettes until he could feel his fingers sting but no matter how many times he tried to break the habbit, he failed. Putting out his cigarette after one final drag, he went inside. It wasn’t long after when he heard a feverish amount of knocking. Shit that was quick. “Dude. I don’t have a lock. Just come on in.” Rolling his eyes at the person’s stupidity he repeated the obvious words of invitation. “The doors open.” Maybe one of his roomies were drunk again.

Who: Adair, Caden and Daiyu
When: Late Morning
Where: The Art shop and beyond
What: An idea...>:)


Adair had an idea, which was rare. So when he had an idea he had a tendency to actually make an effort to try and talk to the people he didn’t know to make things happen. He’d go to the market, he’d say hello to some fresh new faces. But his target was the art shop. He wasn’t looking to draw anything. He needed the paint. Then he needed some wood and metal among other things and then he needed time to let his ADD infested mind work. His project would probably run into the dreadful winter with his luck. He could probably ask Caden to help him with his project, Sheldon too. NO. Sheldon was too mean when it came to help usually.

Which reminded him, he had been gone for awhile, somewhat in hiding for the reasons of laziness, agoraphobia and eight million other fears. But considering he hibernated almost like a bear in winter, he somewhat was inspired to get his ass out for his favorite month of October to pursue his project.

Upon arriving in the art shop, he saw some chick with wild colored hair and tapped on the table she was behind. “Hey you!” He called out to her. “Dude, I need some paint. Like..lots!”

Who: Everyone
When: 5 PM
Where: The Mausoleum by the Temple
What: Dr. James Pryce's wake

Zane stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the tie just one more time before he would slip on the black jacket. He could hear Pryce's voice in his mind, "Why so dressed up, Smithy? Planning on getting laid tonight?" The thought made him smile a little, only to find that the idea of never having to hear his friend's voice tore him up inside. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and smoothed out his hair before he left for the mausoleum.

The tone was somber as with any funeral service. The attendees were downtrodden, and a few of them were crying. Zane was trying his best not to be effected by it, but it was hard when there at the front of the room was Pryce's coffin. It was left open for anyone who wanted to come up and say a few words to the dearly departed, or for anyone who wanted to pay their respects. Though many people did not know Doctor Pryce personally, many knew of him since he was one of the few doctors in Elysium.

The service was presided over by Theora, and the Elven priestess spoke words that offered comfort for those who felt the loss the deepest. "Do not think of James as being gone," she said. "For he will live on forever in our hearts and memories. We honor him best by living our lives to the fullest." Zane had kept his emotions in check until the moment he walked up to Pryce's coffin. The top half was left open, and Pryce was lying inside, dressed up in his nicest suit. He looked like he was sleeping, and in some ways that brought Zane some comfort.

"This is it, buddy," he said in a low voice. The tears that had welled up in his eyes were falling down his face now, and the doctor made no attempt to hide them. "Look at you, all dressed up. I don't think I've seen you this dressed up since the wedding." He chuckled a little through the streaming tears, wiping them away with the heel of his hand. "I can't believe you keeled over on me before our next poker night," he added, trying to make light of the situation. "Dammit..." The jokes weren't working as well as he thought, but he kept talking. "Thanks for everything, but most of all, thanks for being my friend. It won't be the same without you." Zane wiped at his tears again and moved to pat Pryce's cold hands as they lay folded along his middle. "See you later, buddy."

And with that Zane moved away from the coffin, making room for the next person to say a few words to the late Doctor James Pryce.

Who: Caden, Idehr, Caitlin, Cara-Jane and Maddy
Where: Malcolm and Idehr's forest cottage
When: morning
What: Caden asks for a piccolo. - Snippet!

Caden walked with his sisters Caitlin and Cara-Jane the short distance from his forest cottage to Idehr the carpenter's cottage. He decided to go with a piccolo instead of a flute so it could be made with wood instead of metal. How on earth was he going to find enough metal for that? Lighting one of the cigarettes he stole from Adair, Caden continued casually on the way to his destination. His sisters chatted, half bickered as they walked, talking about the new outfits they designed the other day.

"So how would the top look on Camilla?" Cara-Jane asked. Camilla was twenty-two, three years older than the nineteen-year-old Cara-Jane. The two didn't get along as well as Camilla did with her elder sister Caley, 24. The two were quite serious and loved to spend an exorbant amount of time making sure that they looked their absolute best. Caitlin was a bossy thing, but at least she knew how to lighten up every once in a while. Caden suspected that was his influence - wanted to believe it was, anyway.

Caitlin thought for a moment. "I think the style fits her all right, but it'd look better on Caley. She's expressed more interest in it and you know how she gets when she wants a piece of clothing," she said with a pointed look at Cara-Jane.

( ''You're right,'' said Cara-Jane with a laugh... )

Who: Werewolves, friends, family... and fellow doctors.
Where: Medical Pavilion
When: Starts early morning, lasts throughout the day.
What: Time to treat the werewolves for their many, many injuries!

OOC Note: You don't have to interact with anyone in this thread (just put your character's name and [Narrative] beside it if they are just describing how they feel today/their injuries. Other than that, people can interact if they want.)

“Doctor coming through!” Pryce shouted above everyone’s heads. “Doctor coming through, people! Move it, move it, move it!”

He bumped and pushed and elbow-shoved his way through a massive crowd of family members and friends all huddled around one of the werewolves’ beds. Yikes on Mickey Mouse’s button up mini-trousers, there were way too many people up in here today. If he had to shove his way through another crowd of concerned and weeping babblers, Pryce was convinced he just may jump out of the first floor windows to his untimely end against a heap of sharply bladed grass. Oh darn, you evil, evil sharply bladed grass.

All of them were banged up pretty good, especially a young female one. Pryce raised an eyebrow at that once they brought her in and started treating her. The sleazy part of his mind wondered if all of the male werewolves decided to get frisky with her, but he wasn't asking that question out loud. Choosing to avoid her bed and make his way toward one of the other werewolves' beds, he found a young man trying to get up despite his injuries. "Sit your ass back down," Pryce said sternly, as he came to stop with his crossed arms over his chest. "You aren't going anywhere, bucko."

Snapping his fingers, Pryce drew over one of the cute nurses to occupy the boy. "Make sure he stays in bed," Pryce told her, bouncing his eyebrows up and down. He walked off once she widened her eyes at him. "Toodles!" Pryce shouted, walking away and waving his arm in the air without turning back around.

Who: Shige & Adair
Where: Near the medical pavilion
When: Late afternoon
What: Two cranky smokers meet in the land of FAIL.


The sun had begun it's plunge towards the horizon long ago, bathing the woods surrounding the training terrace in the golden light of a late afternoon. A gentle breeze blew bringing with it a slight chill in the air. The seemingly pleasant weather only made Shige's agitation more acute. He could feel the uneasiness in the woods and it made the back of his neck tingle unpleasantly.

Strolling languidly through the trees Shige took another long swig from the half-empty bottle of red wine. It was mediocre at best but then again, his point wasn't really to enjoy the taste. The moon was rising and he knew the howls and smells of the lycans would keep his senses on edge all night unless he did something about it. Besides, it seemed a good a time as any to get totally sloshed.

Patting his jean pockets he fished out his crumpled pack of cigarettes. Only three left. Shige scowled and threw his head back with a slightly slurred curse. "Kuusou~!" Only three left for this week. And it was only Tuesday. For three long minutes he contemplated smoking one but the dire internal debate ended with another heartfelt curse.

This night was going to suck.

Who: Adair and Caden
Where: Cadar forest cottage
When: Afternoon
What: Adair is feeling crappy and needs his bff XD (aka awesome Caden and Adair-ness)


"Come on motherfucker!" Adair fumbled for another lighter as he tossed his Pink Floyd zippo across the room. His hands were shaking, trembling so harshly that when he managed to get a match from a shelf, it literally danced from in between his fingers.

"Come on Adair. Just a dream. Just a fucken dream."

The psychic was sweating so harshly, it looked like he had just bathed and he was struggling to stay awake. Adair had slept, over slept. Slept past anyone should sleep. He felt sick, should have puked ages ago but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Adair was the type of person that would vomit-then vomit again because he vomited. Yuck, why was he thinking about it?

"SHIT!"

The match was lit, but burned his middle finger of all fingers. Talk about a sign from somewhere that he shouldn't be smoking. Figures. Fucken Adair-Caden forest cottage figures.

Speaking of which. Adair needed to put out the match which was still lit, the flame dancing about until he put it out with the shoes he weakly put on. Finally, he threw on some clothes and managed to stagger out into the hallway, downstairs and towards the kitchen. Adair rubbed at his eyes seeing if Caden was there.

"Caden! You awake mate?!" He rubbed at his eyes. All Adair wanted to do was try and forget his nightmare and try calm his urge to barf. He didn't want to barf on Caden. That would suck.

Who: Adrienne and Adair
When: Mid-Evening
Where:The Wine Bar
What: Getting together for a drink and some venting

Adrienne growled into her glass as she took another sip of her wine. "I swear, Adair," she began in an irritated voice. "I must have some sort of target on me that just tells them to attack me!" She whined as she rested her elbow on the table just so her chin could rest in the cradle of her palm. "It's not fair..." She thought back to the fairy attack she endured only a week ago and remembered that the little bugs were ruthless in their stinging and biting. The only good thing that had come from that whole ordeal was that it had allowed her to meet Adair, though he too suffered at the brutal hands of the fairies.

"This gnome," she began again, having learned of the creature's name from the elf at the stables. "This gnome thing looked like a freaking tree root. It was nasty, Adair... naaaaasty. This thing attacked my horse and then attacked this other girl's horse, too! We were thrown to the ground and then it had the nerve to snatch my necklace!" She pulled the yellow-sapphire pendant from her pocket and passed it to Adair so he could examine it. "I need to get it fixed." Her lower lip jutted out in a pout just as she took another sip from her wine. She nodded at the waitress and pointed to Adair, meaning that he needed another glass of wine for her friend.

"I really appreciate you coming out with me tonight, Adair." Adrienne cast a sheepish grin in the psychics direction. It was fun being able to hang out with him without little pests flying around trying to poke their eyes out. He was good company, and with the full moon just around the corner, and her precious necklace broken because of some irritating creature, Adrienne definitely needed to have a good time.