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, Sanura, Caden and Sheldon
Where: Adair/Caden/Sheldon Forest Cottage (dude, we need a cool combined name)
When: Late Afternoon
What: Girl? What girl?

As usual Adair woke up to the comfort of the late afternoon hours. It wasn't like he had anything to do. What wasn't so usual was the company he had in his bed. Of course the only thing inappropriate about the time spent with his new friend was the slap in the face he received from a 'mistaken' misplace of the hand on the chest. Adair moved a lot in his sleep and he was normally by his lonesome. Not his fault. He thought ladies slept elegantly but Sanura slept like some wild animal. The psychic would have told her out of random interest on her reaction, but he valued his family jewels.

After a long, heated debate (through whispering, he was certain he heard his roomies downstairs.) Sanura convinced him she was well enough to go home. This sucked for Adair. He had to try and pass her through the door without his friends noticing the random girl dressed in some of his clothes. It started with the stairs obviously, so he went down a small ways first then gave a motion for her to come downstairs.

Adair always died in stealth video games because he got caught and shot down by the enemies. Here was towards a miracle.

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.

Who: Adair, Loki and Nico
Where: On the way to his forest cottage
When: Early afternoon
What: On the way home, Adair thinks about the peeps he's met and hopes for some company (or breaks into song-which ever title you like best)

Now was the time where Adair missed having something like and Ipod as he walked along the road, at times kicking at a stone or two and calling it his exercise of the day as he fumbled through his pocket to place a cigarette to his dried lips. As he lit his cigarette he let out a relieved breath. Thirty whole minutes without one. Bless.

The beach was a good place to go perhaps talk someone up. Talking with Amanda kind of had him feeling like he really wanted to get to know more people. Get to walking, get to being a "people" person once again. Oh yeah..and the lazy thing had to go. Maybe try and jog a bit. Even though the cigarette thing could totally kill him thanks to the smokers cough that came after it. But at least he could manage a steady walk.

Adrienne wow, that was amazing, only not. The fairy's of doom really sucked, but man just the whole thing was making him laugh. He was right, the whole thing now made him laugh his ass off.

Adair now had a pretty good friend count. How could he forget the ever so confident Mitsuko and the barely dressed Faye? He just got to know Emily who was nothing but sweet. All girls strangely...

This was all revolving through Adair's head as he now burst out into a Muse song singing it out loud and rather obnoxiously while doing air drums. No worries, he thought. It was just a song about the end of the world. It didn't occur to him that perhaps singing a song out loud about the apocalypse might be a tad inappropriate.

Who: Emily & OPEN
Where: the main road of Helicharis
When: early afternoon
What: Emily pampers herself and hopes to catch someone's eye.

Echo walked out the door with a final wave to Emily, who smiled and then dried the final dish from their lunch. She wasn't sure that she approved of her daughter making the long journey to a boy's house, but she had to give the girl some independence some time. Besides, she thought Echo looked lovely and no doubt Nico would be a gentleman like the other men she met. He'd better, anyway.

Back in her room, Emily stared at her reflection in the mirror. Since when had she become such a frumpy housewife? This had to change, at least for one day. Tucked away at the back of her closet was a dress that she found so pretty that she had to have it, although she never found an occasion to wear it. Today was that occasion. Gone were her t-shirt and jeans, and in its place, Emily slipped on her orange dress. It was amazing how different she felt with it on, more confident, even sexier! The top of it was quite tight, but thankfully Emily had lost the little paunch she gained in Tennessee. She put her hair up after a moment's debate - yet another change completely different from her usual. Slipping on her red sandals, she was good to go.

She'd be lying to herself if she said that she hadn't worn this outfit for Loki to see. There wasn't a guarentee that he'd be around to actually see her in it, but still, she had to hope. Emily deserved a day of pampering herself, considering how much time she spent thinking about Echo. She locked the front door behind her and started on the walk to Helicharis, nervous and completely self-conscious.

No, she felt ridiculous. Going to town didn't require such a nice dress and she had been silly to wear it. She couldn't go back though, Emily told herself. She continued to walk, all the way to Helicharis and starting down the main road. She had a couple things to trade for more food, but for the moment, Emily strolled on the street and gazed into the windows as she passed by them.

Who: Adrienne, Adair, and Ivy
When: Morning (around 8 AM)
Where: The Northern Forest
What: Adrienne's out for a walk when something interesting happens

"I can't believe they went without me," Adrienne thought to herself as she kicked a rock out of her path. She was upset... no, pissed was more like it. Her dad and brother had just left her to go on a week long camping trip, a yearly tradition for the father and son. While Adrienne knew this and normally understood the fact that she wasn't allowed to go, it just hit her especially hard this time around. She hadn't gone camping with her family for over a year now, and this was the first time she would be left behind without her mother there. Every year during her dad and brother's camping trip Adrienne would spend time with her mother doing 'girly' things. Time at spas, getting manicures, and even once they went to a strip club though Adrienne's mom never made it past the first dancer since she was blushing too hard. The memory always made Adrienne smile until she realized that she would never have the chance to do that again.

Adrienne felt tears welling up in her eyes and she bit them back quickly. She wasn't going to cry, no - she was too angry to let any tears fall. Did they even think about her when they made their decision to go? They didn't even tell her until that morning so they probably didn't. And what about how she would feel being alone for the first time since mom died? Adrienne kicked another rock out of her way and a low growl escaped her throat as her steps grew even more heated. Walking in the forest was supposed to cool her off instead of make her angrier. Her cheeks were reddening from her walk and from the blood that was boiling inside her. She couldn't remember the last time she was this angry at anyone as her hands reached out and ripped some leaves from a nearby tree. "Goddamn it!" She yelled out loud before she slowed down her steps and leaned against a nearby tree.

Her eyes closed slowly and she listened to the sound of her breath as it bounced off the trees. Her werewolf senses could pick up on the subtle sounds that she never noticed before and that alone was somewhat comforting. It was like meditation as she focused on the sound coming from her lungs. Adrienne was beginning to calm down when she noticed a buzzing sound around her. Opening her eyes she saw a fairy flying back and forth right in front of her nose causing Adrienne's eyes to cross slightly. She shook it off and glanced at the creature who seemed to be yelling at her as it blabbered incoherently in a high-pitched voice. The lycan arched a brow and chuckled softly. "I have no idea what you're saying little fairy but I- OW!" The fairy pulled at her hair roughly and then flew around her frantically. Little did Adrienne know was that she had walked straight into the middle of a game that the fairies were playing and her appearance, while unintentional, had completely ruined it. And now the poor brunette girl had to suffer the consequences.

Adrienne swatted at the fairy as it flew around her head sprinkling its dust over her which oddly enough smelled like black pepper. The girl began to sneeze when it reached her nose and that action seemed to be the signal for more fairies to come out from their homes. Adrienne was coming under attack of the pesky little insects as some of them started to pull on her hair and clothes while others began to put twigs and leaves into her hair and down her shirt. Adrienne must have looked like a crazy person with her arms swinging around rapidly as she tried to swat them away. A few of them got under her shirt and started to tickle her which only caused Adrienne to squeal out loud and start hopping up and down and billowing her shirt to release them from the confines of the material. She squeaked as one of the fairies poked her in the side and she started to move (more like run) from that spot. But the fairies followed her, relentless in their attack, even as Adrienne ran into someone.

Who: Amada and Adair
Where: Town
When: Afternoon
What: Amada considers painting again

Things had been better in recent days then they had been in months prior. Elysium was slowly becoming home and so far the neighbors she and Zane had met had been completely wonderful. The Autumnal Festival had been exactly what she'd needed to lighten her spirits and the engagement? Well, there weren't words for just how amazing that was. Waking up every morning next to Zane felt indescribably different now - knowing that soon she'd be able to call him her husband made it an even more incredible experience. The sudden and unexpected wave of happiness had also helped to kindle in her that creative spark she thought she'd lost.

In the past day or so she'd begun to feel that familiar call, to put into creation whatever it was that was whizzing through her brain. She'd pressed a kiss to Zane's forehead that morning and set out, first for a quick hike and then she'd showered and dressed to head into town. Her intentions had been to see what sort of art supplies she might be able to get that she didn't already have in her studio, to wander around and maybe see if more definite inspiration struck.

She'd taken to wandering through town, in and out of the various shops, pausing to watch the craftsmen at work. Just being amongst the thriving life, away from the quiet of the beach, was a nice change. As an artist, she appreciated the change in light here, the different hues that decorated the trees. Such little things had her so distracted, in fact, that she stopped watching where she was going just long enough to run smack into something. "Oh!" she reached out, hoping to steady the pair of them, her free hand hurriedly tucking dark hair behind her ear, keeping it out of her eyes. "I'm so sorry," her voice lilted the apology, let it flow on the back of her musical accent, "I should have been watching where I was going. You are ok, no?"

Who: Adair and Open
When: 7:00
Where: The Beach
What: Adair has moved to the beach in favor of doing nothing

Adair squinted an eye as he viewed what was left of the sun, propping his elbows up on his knees. He came to the thought that perhaps his cottage was a bit on the boring side, but at least the beach gave him another sense of boring-calamity. He really didn't know why and he often hated letting his mind wonder off to that territory. In fact he hated his mind wondering off at all. Seemed like to much work to bring it back.

He began to take chunks of sand within one of his palms and let it slide through the cracks of his fingers. He never understood, never took the time to figure out the reason why the rough grains of sand kept his mind at ease. Randomly, he took the wet sand and flung it out towards the water. Anything out of nothing to do would be entertaining. It was his fault really. It wasn't that difficult to find someone and simply ask if they needed aid in something. The sand in the hand routine grew boring quickly and he scooted backwards, not in favor of water on his bottom. Somehow, to his bafflement, the scoot turned into him getting up. He decided that must have been some sort of mental encouragement to take a stroll.

Barefoot, with the comfort of the sand sinking underneath his feet he began to walk at a steady pace. He glanced to the side as he walked, watching the water almost having an urge to swim in it soon enough.

Who: Mitsuko and Adair
When: Midday, August 19, 2007
Where: Helicharis
What: Ramblin' around town

Mitsuko sat outside her front door, idly shuffling a deck of cards. She was tired of playing solitaire. That's what she'd been stuck with for the past few months. She wanted to play a real game, with real people... And hopefully, real stakes.

Mitsuko loves cards. There was something so exhilerating about being at a table surrounded by people trying to bluff her out of money. She never cared about winning or losing. It was just about being in the moment, experiencing the chance of it. Mitsuko loved games of chance. Despite her dishonest nature, she never lied cheated at cards. It was somehow less fun for her.

Just being around people playing cards was exciting. That's why her only honest job ever had been as a blackjack dealer when she briefly lived in Las Vegas. It had also been a great way to meet high-rollers to scam. But mostly, it had been about the cards.

Cutting the cards once before tucking them away in her pocket, Mitsuko rose to her feet. Seemed like a good day to wander around the cottages to see just who her neighbors were. Maybe she would find someone to play with.