Who: Dante, Zach, and open to others
When: Evening
Where: Beginning at Market Place
What: Dante's a shady mofo, fo'real, and he's mentally unstable.

The dark aura around Dante spread out like grotesque wings, slicing through the tranquil air in the haven and leaving behind a heaviness that hadn't been present before. Dante flew through the night on those dark wings with Zach in tow. One hand clasped tight around the boy's smaller wrists as he dragged him through the dusty trails of the cottages. The lycanthrope didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do with the boy. No - he did know what he was going to do with Zach. He was going to kill him. Gut him from throat to groin, and let his innards spill to the earth. He'd display the empty shell in front of Adrienne's house as a final show of power. How could he resist her then if she saw how weak the alchemist truly was? Surely, she wouldn't.

He was only semi-shifted with sharp claws on his hands, and sharp teeth in his mouth. His shirt was torn with the protruding muscles of his arms, chest, and back. The vertebrae of his back was pushing upward, curving into the lumbering form of the werewolf. His muzzle had yet to form, but the madness in his eyes was already there. It had always been there. Lying in wait for the perfect moment that didn't exist. There was no perfection in this - only insanity and chaos. All of Dante's planning didn't mean a thing when it seemed violence was the only way to make things happen.

He should've known that the only way to get things in life was to take them.

All logic was gone from the man's mind, and he made his way toward the market place without another thought. Dante didn't think of the people he would encounter, or the fact that someone might recognize him. He was a rabid animal running wherever his feet took him. Instinct had taken over, as did madness. Madness must never be overlooked.

He was in the market place before he knew it, and there were eyes on him. Staring at him. Whispering about him. He heard them all, too. It was too much. He growled as loud as he could, a warning to everyone to stay back.

Who: Javier and Alana
When: Evening
Where: The Sweets Shop
What: Javier meets his wife's rival

Javier finally found a plus side to living in the haven. When your wife threatens to make you sleep on the couch, you can point out that your living in a two bedroom bungalow instead of a piece of shit one bedroom apartment so cluttered breathing seemed to be a blessing. Ah, the memories.

On the downside, the bedroom was smaller and for some unknown reason there was a cold as hell draft that constantly rolled in. But it was better than sleeping on a beat up couch. The Earth Mage just needed to put two and two together that nicely making smart ass remarks was going to land his ass in more than hot water.

He decided to go to the Market and get some things for the house. Well, it wasn't quite his decision. He could either clean the house or get some shit for the place. Luella could play housewife while he went along and got various goods.

When he reached the destination of the Sweets Shop, he almost immediately recognized a familiar face. Wasn't the virus filled world a small place? Though he was sure he would pay the price for taunting his wife about this, he was so glad that Alana was looking just as attractive as he remembered. The two bitched fought all the time. He couldn't forget that face.

"Well, I'll be damned. Look who decided to join the haven's happy family."

Who: Marcus and Alana
When: Evening
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Meeting someone new at a place he's not used to

Marcus wasn't really the Wine Bar type of person, but curiosity did tend to whisper in his ear now and again. He felt kind of like the uncool kid in class that never did anything adventurous since he was pretty sure everyone and their child over the age of nineteen had been to the Wine Bar.

It was smokey inside, the overall appeal just as he thought. It was totally not for him. The Restaurant was more his gig. But instead of leaving he slowly made way through the various tables and sat at the bar. He honestly wasn't a big drinker, for a long time he tried to see the appeal and to this day he didn't see it.

Staring at the various designs on the wall, the Naga waited for someone to come his way so he could ask for something not entirely dorky to drink. People asked for just plain soda..

Didn't they?