Who Kelckek, Adela, and Susie. (Also Open if anyone is interested.)
When Mid Afternoon-ish.
Where Water Bungalow, then lake Alata'elen.
What Kelchek wakes up after his nearly eight month coma.

Nightmares of his last few minutes of consciousness plagued Kelchek’s mind. All too real were the images of that battle field just as their party reached the Balkan Mountains. Watching his newly found Elven friends die one by one as they tried to make their way to safety. He could still feel their pain as his own, until the explosion- a bright flash of red and yellow, then black. Emptiness was all that he could feel slowly consuming him, filling his thoughts and his lungs with nothing. He was suffocating.

“Donovan!” Kelchek shot up out of his nearly eight month coma yelling for the only other person left in their traveling party- his brother. His muscles ached from being immobile. “O, Où suis-je?” Wh, Where am I? He could feel the soreness of his throat as he quickly scanned the room; plain walls, wood floor, a few vases with different foliage, and windows, large windows with a view of the lake. Relief started to spread though his body knowing that water was so close to him. If only the woods were right there as well, he thought to himself knowing he was most comfortable in the woods or in water.

Using the end table he cautiously eased his way out of the all too comfortable bed. He looked at his feet in an attempt to stable himself and as he took his first unsteady step his arm knocked a small box off the shelf and unto the floor. His eyes started to water as he looked at its contents before him, a crystal pendant, a picture and a little black book. Kelchek kneeled down and grabbed the pendant necklace, its brilliance intensified by his tan chest as he placed it around his neck. He slid the black book under his pillow wanting to keep its contents of healing knowledge secret. Then he reached for the picture. Crinkled and a little torn, this picture meant more to him than anything.

He could no longer keep the tears back as he held the picture of his human lover, Matthew. Pain and remorse filled him as their final moments together filled his mind. Setting the picture on the end table Kelchek rushed to the window, projecting his emotions into the clear water that surrounded his new home, but not even that could help subside the pain he was feeling. "Pourquoi?" Why? But he was no longer alone. He could feel someone else’s energy behind him.

Who: Hayate and Adela
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Woods
What: Sometimes an escape to nature is good.

Despite the overcast skies above his head, Hayate felt more at ease than he had in a long time. His freedom tasted better than it had before his incarceration, and the case against him had been completely dismissed for some reason. He was not about to question it; it was good thing, and he was thankful for twist of fate. It was hard to imagine someone like him could be thankful for anything, but it came along every once in a while when good situations dropped into his lap. Right now, the world was looking up for Hayate Ishikawa, and he walked along a clearing until he reached a moist forest path, looking up at the sky as a drop of water fell from a leaf and hit his forehead. Rarely did he find appreciation in the smaller things, but it brought calmness instead of annoyance on this day.

His hands were deep in his pockets, a light coat of length hanging down to his thighs and swaying in the wind. It had been a long time since he visited the forest, and it occurred to him as strange. He once visited this place often upon the early months of his arrival, finding the wilderness to be more to his liking than the company of people. Somewhere along the way, things changed and he did not question it.

Hayate shook the idea from his head and took a deep breath as he cleared his mind. He came out here to not think, not to spend his time thinking. Passing by one of the trees, he held out his hand and allowed his fingers to run along the bark of the oak. It still felt damp from recent rainfall. He paused, looking up the tree and considered for a moment to ascend it and sit amongst its branches. It was the fae blood in him that longed for these places of the world, these quiet and secluded spots of nature. Too often he ignored the feeling or repressed it, but it never meant it went away completely.

Who: Victor and Adela (Oh no, I didn't forget :P )
When: Late Evening
Where: The Wine Bar
What: A date

Victoria was one of those people who liked to discourage his brother's confidence. Not in the subtle of ways either. Insults on clothing, asking what Adela looked like and of course asking if she was mad. In the end, both promised not to be anywhere near each other when he returned home. His sister must have had a thing for altercations. He hadn't even planned to speak to her. In fact, he tried to sneak out quietly before she blitz attacked him with insults. She was going to die a very lonely and miserable woman. Victor was going to enjoy it too.

After Victor had picked up Adela from her residence, he complimented her on how she looked, but was silent on the entire trip. Maybe he was nervous, or maybe he was afraid he would say something completely ridiculous before they arrived at the Wine Bar. At one point, he was going to offer her a cigarette while he himself smoked (he felt bad for not even asking if it was okay), but then decided that she didn't seem the smoking type.

Finally, when they arrived at the Wine Bar, the lycanthrope opened the door for Adela and stuffed his hands in his pockets. His first words in quite a while finally came out. "Any area look favorable to you?" The place was indeed busy, probably credited to the recent events. But there were still some good seating areas available.

Who: Adela - Open!
When: Early in the morning
Where: Just outside the Magical Supplies Shop
What: Opening up shop

Truth be told, Adela was very much a morning person and a night person at the same time. She was one of those weird people who could get up with the sun and be as right as rain even if she was secretly feeling groggy from having little sleep the night before. Though perhaps she wasn't as perky on those days, she was at least still pleasant and functional. It had been one of those nights however where she hadn't gotten much sleep at all. And it wasn't even that she was out partying or having a good time, it was just that she kept having stupid bad dreams.

Mostly about her father dying, though in the dreams it wasn't him dying like he had. It was him dying from the virus. Though that was silly since he hadn't been human any more than she was. Still on two different occasions she woke up with a start and found it difficult to get back to sleep. And now on her way to work, she was trying to get herself psyched up for another day after all it was New Years Eve and if she had a wish, it would be that there was a party maybe. One she'd be invited to. When she got there, she opened up the door and let herself in. After getting herself nearly ready for the day, she opened the doors for business.

However she didn't stay inside the store, she thought today might be a good day to try and reach the little bits of snow that were still covering the sign from the last snow fall. It hadn't melted and was covering most of it but it had been just too cold for her to try. Today though she'd brave it. She put on some nice woolen mittens and got out the stool and climbed up so that she could reach. After brushing about half the snow off, the all too common happened.

She started to wobble. And when Adela started to wobble, it was more than likely she was going to fall down.