Who: Nuray and Caden
When: Friday Afternoon October 26th
Where: The Zipline of Awesome
What: Nuray's never seen a zipline before, but she wants to try it. Caden gets a chance to show off his creation.

Fate tended to use things like inattention and laziness to her advantage whenever possible. In this case, it was in finding Nuray something to do on a day when she had been feeling the first pricks of boredom. There was always going back to the lake and getting further acquainted with the denizens of the waters there. However, as she was walking in that direction, a scrap of paper went fluttering by. There was something written on it. She could tell that before she decided to chase the wandering scrap.

After a rather delightful romp in which she fell twice and managed to frighten some small woodland creature into abandoning his doings of the afternoon, she caught the paper and got a good look at what had been written on it. Now what was this thing a 'zip line'? She'd never heard of anything of the kind. Well, that was interesting.

Curiosity killed the little fish woman, but satisfaction could bring her back. So with a new thing in mind, Nuray changed direction go find this zip line thing and get a good look at it. Mayhaps it would be interesting and fun and something to show Jay later when he got up from his older person middle of the afternoon nap. The way he slept, one would think he was about sixty, not just north of forty.

She found the zipline after a bit of looking and standing below it looked up at it. Well, it was a line like a clothes line. At least, that was the nearest comparison that she had in her head. So how exactly did one go about doing this, she wondered. The ladder wasn't lost on her, but she wasn't quite ready to go up the ladder yet and give this thing a try. First she wanted to see if she could figure out the mechanics. So she stood there, looking upward curiously, arms folded across her chest. Her clothing wasn't terribly heavy despite the weather, probably because she wasn't really all that bothered by cold.

Who: Caden and David
Where: A little ways off of the road through the forest cottages.
When: late afternoon.
What: Human catapults are not so easily crafted by an Australian dork.

"Why do you build me up (build me up), catapult, baby, just to let me down (let me down)," Caden sang. "And mess me around.. And then worst of all, you fall apart, when you say you won't... but I love you still." He danced around the scattered pieces of the wooden catapult, singing into a wrench. It was a common fact that things he built stayed together better once he sang to it and this was a full show stopper. He'd brought a book from the library in order to help him, but it said nothing about the actual components and so he made it up as he went.

So far, big failure. He must not have twisted the screws tight enough or something about the mechanics was dreadfully off, because every time he tested it, it fell apart. Caden tried again, carefully leaning a side of the moderately sized catapult against a tree and set it up again. He placed a stone in the giant cup and pulled the lever to launch it... but the pieces tumbled apart again. "No!" Caden knelt by his creation and stroked one of the large planks of wood. "My darling Pulty, please! Can't you work for your Caden? Maybe you need better screws." He snickered to himself as he reached for his screwdriver and the box of nails and began to work on nailing the foundation of the catapult more properly.

Building was not one of his strong points. He refused, however, to go to someone and ask for help. No, he'd do this on his own and prove to everyone that a lazy bum like him could produce something fantastic, thank you very much. "You'll be like a giant middle finger to my dad," Caden said, grinning to his catapult. Something told him that he needed to expand Pulty's size because otherwise it wouldn't support a human's weight. Supports were probably necessary, and that was something he had to build as well. "And I will revolutionize the mode of transportation everywhere. Everyone will travel on... the CADENAPULT!"

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: Ath Dara Curran, Brendan Curran (Narrative or OPEN)
Where: The forests by the cottages
When: Twilight
What: Singing and dancing under a beautiful sky

"Ath Dara this is ridiculous," mumbled Brendan as he crossed his arms. He was being dragged outside by his elder sister who he once followed without hesitation. For some reason he had stopped, right around the time of the PV hitting, and one could only assume he was in some kind of state of shock. Ath Dara was trying to heal his pain by taking him out to do something he loved.

"You never said that before!" cried the female Faun as she tugged on Brendan's arm. "Don't make me pull your tail!" She grinned and let his arm go, hand diving for his back. He let out a bleat and jumped away, now being chased.

"Stop that!" he called over his shoulder, long hair flopping in his eyes as he scurried along. Ath Dara laughed and pursued further, catching up and closing the gap.

"Only if you take it back!" Slender fingers touched the golden fur at the tip of Brendan's tail, just out of grabbing distance. Hooves pounded on the the grass as they ran in to the wood, the sun setting slowly in the sky.

( Back where we belong. )

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: Caden, Ath Dara, and Idehr(ish)
Where: the forest cottages & forest
When: early afternoon
What: Caden wants to check up on his friend and show her a cool new ride. (Oh, yeah.)

Hearing about a faun dying made Caden worry about Ath Dara, though there was no evidence that she'd be next on the list. It was one of those odd assumptions that he formed under panic, which was quite understandable considering how much he liked her. Come on, when would he find another person he could write songs to, be odd with and who was another flute player? He wanted to see how she was and ask if she heard the rumours about the faun, though actually going to her cottage was another story. He doubted her parents would take kindly if he, a human, appeared on their doorstep and asked to see their daughter. That was why he had another plan.

A fiendish, odd as hell plan of Caden.

He knew where Ath Dara's cottage was after a couple bouts of careful watching (no, he wasn't a stalker, really) and he had the perfect person in mind to help him: Idehr, the carpenter man. Being green and decidedly not human, Ide could easily go to Ath Dara's cottage and ask for her. Caden knew that Ide was shy, but Caden needed to see her. The right bribe was necessary. As it turned out, all Ide really wanted in exchange for his services was a couple bottles of alcohol which he had left over from his stash.

He stood behind a tree a ways from the cottage and looked earnestly at Idehr. "All right, Ide, you knock on the door, and remember what I told you to say. No hesitation. You're pretty good looking for a green bloke - though I saw Ath Dara first." He shifted his weight to his other foot as Ide gave him a curious look.

( ''Is she fit?'' Ide wanted to know. )

Who: Everyone!
Where: Just outside of Helicharis at the Festival Grounds
When: 6 PM till ??
What: Autumnal Equinox Festival - It's the first day of Autumn!

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 past week had been nothing but preparations for the coming equinox that would herald the new season. It was a happy time for the forest creatures as they were the ones that spent hours on end setting up the grounds for the joyous celebration. Wooden lamp posts lit with orange flames bordered the area as well as throughout the entire festival grounds. Each attendee was greeted with a flower garland for their head, neck, or wrist if they desired one.

Fairies had decided to attend this festival as well because of the bright colors that had attracted their attention. There were bonfires all throughout the festival as well and they added warmth to the cool night air. The fiery glow that came from each pyre added a comforting feel to the entire atmosphere, and there were many fauns and fae dancing around each one in a happy manner. They were singing songs and laughing joyously as they pulled passers-by into their happy circle.

Musical fauns played their instruments as they marched through the festival. Fae and fairies flew around the traveling group, singing and humming to the music that resonated in the air. A large stage was set up for those who wished to perform in front of a large crowd be it with singing or acting or any other sort of talent they possessed. There were shows held as well, particularly by those who possessed magic and wished to entertain the crowd for an hour or tow.

Food and drink tables were set up nearby to feed the many attendees with whatever they could think to eat. And wine, they couldn't forget about the wine! There were scantily clad fae handing out the intoxicating liquid to everyone with a free hand. The wine this year was extremely potent and anyone with a weak constitution would no doubt get inebriated with just one cup.

The southern part of the festival held the games geared toward the young or simply the young at heart. Barrels were available for those who wished to roll down hills, piles of leaves were created for those who wanted nothing more than to jump and play in them. Colored sparklers were handed out freely and there were even pegasus rides for anyone who wanted to soar through the skies. There were contests here as well, simple ones that had participants bobbing for apples and fruits and curious prizes, searching for toys in piles of hay, and even pinning horns on a wooden faun.

Contests were set up again as they were just a month earlier. Archery contests and wrestling matches, potato sack and three-legged races. There were various game booths set up as well, such as knife throwing and ring tossing. There was even an area set up for pie eating contests and a Dwarven ale contest where participants could try to out-drink a dwarf.

Fireworks exploded periodically throughout the night and the gleeful sounds of the festival echoed all around. Elysium was a joyful place tonight as citizens celebrated the equinox beneath the near-full moon.

Who: Ath Dara and Caden
Where: the clearing in the forest by the Forest Cottages, and one of the lakes.
When: in the morning
What: Chatting, singing, swimming...

( In which Caden pretends to be innocent, but everyone knows he's not. )

Who: Faye and Caden
Where: Helicharis
When: evening
What: musical meetings!

Humming to himself, Caden felt better than he had in a while. Thinking about his new friend lifted his spirits and he wondered what subjects in nature were good for writing. He hadn't written many songs before - two in total, probably - and he hoped that it wasn't obvious to Ath Dara. Next things next, he had to think about instruments for the band. In the spirit of Adair's absence, he thought there was no reason for him not to continue searching for more members and instruments. Sure, he had his flute, very nicely carved by the orc, but that still left drums and guitars. Where the hell was he going to find the materials for guitars? Did people still make plastic? Very curious.

This was definitely something he needed to investigate and Helicharis was the best place to start inquiries. Caden walked down the main road of town and wondered who to ask. He doubted that he could just go up to a random person on the street and ask if they knew where he could make an instrument, so he walked slowly to one of the posters he'd put up a while ago. Musicians here were few and far between, it seemed. Maybe it was up to him to provide people with entertainment. Unveiling his secret weapon, Caden held his guitar made from a cardboard box with strings stretched across it and a hole cut out for the sound. He placed a small paper sign next to a hat saying "Will Sing for Laughz." It was time for the performance of a lifetime.

"Yeaaah...A used... pink bathrobe / a rare... mint snowglobe," he started to sing. "A Smurf... TV tray / I bought on eBay. / My house... is filled with this crap / shows up in bubble wrap / most every day / what I bought on eBay!" Though the song technically did not have a guitar solo right after the verse, he strummed his cardboard string guitar passionately. Oh yeah, famous guitarists, eat your hearts out. "Tell me why (I need another pet rock)..." A woman walked by somewhat close to him and he leaned towards her as he sung the line. He didn't care if she thought him odd; he was just singing for the hell of it.

Who: Caden, Ath Dara
When: Mid-morning
Where: Outside of the cottages, a clearing in the forest
What: Ath Dara meets her first human, and is surprisingly not injured or put in pain!
A/N: Meant to be posted Weds, but I missed the day!

( Humans = No No's )

Who: Caden, Irei, Caitlin and Cara-Jane
Where: the wine bar
When: early evening
What: Drinking and fun.

"No, that's ridiculous. There are easier ways to get Camilla out of the toilet than that," Caitlin said in response to Cara-Jane's comment. From first glance, it didn't seem as though the aspiring lawyer was not the vain type, but she wanted to look her best to give a good impression. Caitlin prefered a natural look instead of piling on the makeup. She walked with Cara-Jane and Caden to the wine bar for a pleasant night out - not that she was going to drink that much. Every time she went drinking with Caden and Cara, she often was the sober one to drive the two back to their house.

Caden grinned as they entered the wine bar. It looked like they still had difficulty sharing the bathroom just as they had in Australia. His sisters and preparation time in the morning made it impossible for him to take a shower. He always woke up extra early to get the loo before the rush, but now that he shared his own place with Adair, it was much better. As Caitlin saved a table for them, Caden walked to the bartender and ordered a screwdriver for Caitlin, a mojito for Cara-Jane and a chocolate martini for himself. It only took a few minutes to receive their drinks, but before they did, Cara-Jane tugged on his arm.

Cara-Jane had been eying the cute Asian man at a table for the past couple of minutes. He was rather attractive, but she doubted that she'd have the courage to go up to him and introducing herself. She knew what she had to do - get her older brother to help. "Cade," she whispered. "Look at the guy behind us, but discreetly." Caden glanced back at the man and then to his sister. "Can you order a mojito for him?"

Oh, the affections of the young. He smirked. "I'll make things easier for you, Cara-Jane." After he ordered and received the mojito, Caden walked over to the table where the man sat and held out the drink to him. "Hello there, my name is Caden McCall and my darling sister Cara-Jane wanted to give this mojito to you. Three fresh mint sprigs, two teaspoons sugar, three tablespoons of fresh lime juice, one and a half light rum and club soda. I'm clairvoyant, sorry about that. Cara-Jane's much less annoying than I am."

He turned to wave over his sisters, who headed to him like the wonderful women they were and they smiled at Irei. "My other sister, Caitlin," added Caden.

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: Caden and OPEN
Where: Helicharis
When: Midday
What: Band advertising!


Caden whistled to himself as he walked down the street of Helicharis with flyers underneath his arm. He had great plans for the band he was going to start with Adair. With Adair on guitar, and him singing lead vocals, the band needed someone on drums and possibly a bass guitar - but where could he find instruments like that? He'd search for materials later to build them. Flyers were first. Taking the first piece of paper, Caden placed it against one of the walls of the buildings and stuck it on with a bit of blu-tack that he scrounged from his belongings.

The poster read: 'Do you play an instrument? Ever wanted to be in a band but never had the opportunity? Are you ready to ROCK? If so, you're in luck: Adair Fallon and Caden McCall are starting a band and want YOU to join! Come by our forest cottage for auditions, clearly signed!' He was proud of his flyer and hoped that it would bring in at least a few prospective band members. His mood brightened and he started to sing to himself. "Get your motor running/Head out on the highway.." he hummed the next bit, because the most fun part was the chorus anyway. "Boooorn to be wiiiild!" Oh yes, he was rocking the town!

Caden moved to another building a ways down the road and stuck the second poster on the wall. They were easily removable and wouldn't leave any tack on the wall, but he hoped that people wanted to look at his sign before taking it down immediately. He continued with his singing of 'Born to be Wild' and even started to jut his head to the beat in his mind. Like with everything, he remembered the song clearly down to the last detail. His idea greatly excited him, probably more than normal, but he didn't care.

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: Caden and Zach
Where: Glassblower's in Helicharis.
When: Afternoon
What: Caden needs a present!

Today was the day that Caden saw Adair again! He could barely contain his excitement as he left his parents' cottage, saying goodbye to Caitlin and Cara-Jane before heading towards town. He needed something special as a present to give to his best friend. He personally did not know how to craft so many things to give to Adair, so that left him getting a gift in town. Something different... like a glass sculpture. What the sculpture was going to be of, Caden did not know at the moment. That was what he needed to decide when he arrived. Whistling 'Jeremiah was a bullfrog,' he made the journey to Helicharis and searched the buildings for which one was the glassblower's.

He managed to find it without much trouble and stepped inside the building so he could search for the leader of the establishment. What exactly was the perfect sculpture for a best friend who he'd missed a great deal but needed to let him know somewhat secretly? He wished that he had more social finesse than that; in fact, most of his statements to Adair were quite blunt, or he wrapped an arm around the man's shoulders. He didn't think Adair minded, but it was impossible to tell with some people.

After he returned from town, Caden planned to immediately gather his things so he'd go to Adair's forest cottage. Luckily, he knew somewhere where it was and so was confident that everything was going to be all right. Someone was already with the glassblower, so he leaned against the wall and waited as the man continued his conversation. It almost sounded as though he was making fun of the glassblower. On ordinary days, Caden might have agreed with the other man, considering his odd sense of humor, but today, he tried to be as nonchalant as possible. "Hi," Caden spoke when there was a sudden lull in the conversation. "I have a request too, when you're done with his." He shouldn't be polite, really.