Who: Adam and Constance
When: Late Evening
Where: The Alexie Cottage
What: Constance just can't catch a break, can she?

Adam's world had been turned upside down for the past few weeks as he dealt with the murder of Simon Myles and the suffocating weight of not being able to talk to anyone about it. His feet were leading him back home, back toward his cottage shared with Constance. He needed to talk to someone about it, and the only person he could talk to about it was the very person who had put him into this compromising position.

He opened the front door just in time to see her walking from one room to another. Constance paused in mid-walk, a book held aloft in one of her hands. She paused suddenly, staring at Adam as he stood in the doorway. Silence passed between them as he stared back at her. Finally, Adam stepped into the house and let the door close quietly behind himself.

( “Hello,” he ventured to say. One little word, but it took so much effort to get him to say it. )

Who: Constance and Adrienne
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Alchemy Labs
What: Adrienne comes to tell Constance of the silver mirror.

Having fully recovered from the full moon, Adrienne made her way over toward the alchemy labs to visit Zach's grandmother. Adrienne enjoyed talking with Constance. The older woman always had good advice to give, and she was so easy to talk with. Even though she was Zach's grandmother, Adrienne felt that same sort of bond with the woman even if she wasn't related by blood.

But Adrienne's visit with the alchemist this afternoon was for a specific purpose rather than a general visit. She needed to talk to the woman about the strange gift she had received, and the possibility that it was someone in the haven (particularly Simon Myles) who had sent it to her. Adrienne didn't want to fathom that the other werewolf was obsessed enough to pull such a dangerous stunt, but there was no one else who would have done it. At least, not that Adrienne could think of.

The werewolf shifted the package she carried in her arms, holding it instead in between her right arm and her side. She wanted to show Constance the item in question, and maybe even give it to her for safe keeping. Being part of the Head Council, Constance was the only person Adrienne felt comfortable speaking with about the issue. There was Dylan, and Theora, and they were both great, but Constance was practically family and it seemed only right that she talk to her. Adrienne had already spoken to her father and Jason, and they too agreed that the gift was too serious of an event to not report to the Head Council.

Adrienne climbed the steps up toward the alchemy labs. She walked down one of the long hallways, passing the empty laboratory rooms and heading toward the offices. She found Constance's room easily, and she peeked around the frame while knocking on the wooden door. "Hi," she said almost shyly before she stepped into full view. "I wanted to come by and talk with you about something." ( Adrienne was always very straight forward about her intentions; there was no point in beating around the bush, especially when it concerned things of great importance. “May I come in?” )

Who: Giles and Constance (You can’t escape meeeee!!! But yell at me if this isn’t okay :3)
When: Mid Morning
Where: The Restaurant
What: Giles interrupts someone’s breakfast

The best part of Elysium was that there wasn’t a Starbucks on every corner. Apparently towns looked ultra cool if there were two story coffee shops that charged you five dollars for coffee because people couldn’t get off their own asses and make it on their own. Damn Italy for creating a monster. But bless Elysium for no more Crapuccinos.

Today Giles felt like a lazy ass himself because he didn’t feel like cooking something himself. But he was trekking all the way to Town to check out what the restaurant had to offer. From what he had heard the food wasn’t as bad as what his expectations were leading towards. He was thinking aged oatmeal and fresh squeezed orange juice at best. But as he neared the place, the smell proved otherwise.

When Giles was inside his head moved around slowly to inspect what people were eating. He stole an apple off a couples’ table and wiggled his brows. “Don’t worry. In about a day or so you’ll have it back.” He took a bite and began to search for a place to sit. He didn’t want to sit with anyone honestly but the damn place was packed. Didn’t people..oh he didn’t know. Have lives? Didn’t they want to stay inside and snuggle?

Giles found a woman perhaps older than him sitting by herself. Hm, pretty hot for her age. Ten points for planning on invading her privacy. Without asking he sat across from her and propped up his feet. “Busy day here. Makes me hope half of these people don’t live in the Forest cottages. They’re annoying.” He took another bite from his apple and then put the fruit occupied hand to the side. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is this seat taken?”

Who: Everyone
When: Late Evening
Where: Town Hall
What: A town meeting to cover the generators, Vice Council positions, and the All Hallow's Eve preparations.

Theora waited for the gathered crowd at Town Hall to settle down before she approached the podium. The priestess cleared her throat, a subtle way to quiet the crowd, and smiled at everyone when the talking finally died down. She took her place in front of the citizens, a calm radiance coming from her being. “Thank you all for attending our meeting this evening,” she began. “We have many things to discuss tonight, all of which are very pertinent to you, the citizens.”

( There were a couple of things that would not be mentioned... )

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: Constance and Adam [Narrative]
When: Early Morning
Where: The Alexie Cottage
What: The truth finally comes out into the open.

"Adam!" Constance called up the stairs, craning her neck back to see up. "It's time for breakfast! Come down here and get something to eat!" He hadn't been eating as much as he used to ever since Simon's death, and Constance was worried about him. Adam wasn't talking to her, and it wasn't like him not to talk to her. She shook her head, unsure of what was going on with the boy, and made her way back into the kitchen.

Everything was already laid out nice and perfect. The only thing missing was the fact that Adam wasn't down here and seated ahead of time as usual. Constance began cleaning up, washing, and putting away everything she used for cooking breakfast this morning. When she was done, Adam had finally come down the stairs. She turned around to look at him, drying her hands off with one of the kitchen towels. Adam stood in the entrance of the kitchen and just stared uncertainly into the room. "Well?" Constance finally asked him, raising her eyebrows. "Aren't you gonna sit down and eat?" His behavior was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.

"No," Adam said, his voice so quiet it was barely discernible. He shook his head as he looked somewhere on the kitchen floor. "I don't want to eat this morning."

( “Do you think you own me?” Adam shot back. )

Who: Mitsuko, Frar and Fror (and later the Council)
Where: Helicharis Marketplace
When: Afternoon
What: Mitsuko's gonna get answers this time

Mitsuko was out in the marketplace, looking scrupulously over some freshly caught seafood from Van'taurë Lake. She was in the mood to make sashimi. While Mitsuko was not good at a lot of cooking, she was quite skilled when it came to serving up raw dishes. It was not really lack of talent, but the scent of cooking animal flesh that made her unable to properly develop kitchen skills.

Mitsuko pursed her lips, looking over the various catches. "Do you have any Tobiko?" At the confused look from the fisherman she grimaced in embarrassment. "Err.... Flying fish roe?"

"Oi." Mitsuko felt someone tugging at her sleeve. "You, Misses."

Mitsuko looked down. "Ehhhh?"

"Leave the fish." It was a dwarf. It took Mitsuko to realize it was the one she had kissed to get information on Frar and Fror. "You wanna know this."

Mitsuko frowned slightly and cocked her head. "What's going on?"

"Know you hadn't found Frar and Fror yet. They've been hidin' in t'caves. But they came out today. They're ov'r there."

Mitsuko felt her heart speed up slightly. "Thanks." She smiled mischievously. "I owe you one."

"If tha' what's y'think..." The dwarf started, but Mitsuko was already on her way towards the two dwarves in the marketplace. Mitsuko smoothed down her short skirt, going into business mode.

"Do I have the pleasure of finally meeting Frar and Fror?" Mitsuko called out.

Who: Adam, Constance, and Simon
When: Afternoon
Where: Town Hall
What: The unjust interrogation of Simon Myles.

With no reason to disbelieve Constance, Adam set his hard eyes on the werewolf the second the man showed up at Town Hall. Politely, Adam and one of the Elven guards led him towards one of the interrogation rooms—a room which could only shelter against magic and not shifting. This time the rooms held no wards against magic. Adam had all of his capabilities available to him, as did Constance. However, Constance’s would not be much use in an interrogation room. Adam’s would be.

It was his charge to protect her. Should anything happen to Constance, it too would happen to Adam. Their bond was not so close that if Constance was wounded, Adam would be wounded as well. It might as well have been as strong, though, for all that Adam knew. He cared and loved for Constance; she was his mother and creator, the giver of his life. Her love for him raised him and taught him well and made him what he was today, and he would never, ever let anyone harm her.

The same was true for his family. Alicia was his family, Constance’s granddaughter and Adam’s niece.

He stood alone in the interrogation room with Simon. Simon seated himself in the chair across from the desk. Adam remained standing against the wall with his arms crossed. Simon would confess to his crimes of trying to hurt Alicia, and Adam would see to it that the werewolf answered for them. He believed Constance. Adam had not reason not to after everything she divulged to him in private, and what she said was true—Simon was dangerous, and he had hurt Alicia.

And he was going to pay for it.

Who: Constance and Amada
When: Noon!
Where: The Café
What: A time for lunch and thoughtful pause.

Today, Constance chose to have her lunch at the café out in the sunlight. It warmed her heart to know her granddaughter hadn't been changed into a werewolf because of the the bite on her leg. The full moon was over, and Constance was free to pursue her questioning of Simon and the other werewolves. Particularly, her mind was focused on Simon, but she was tired today from stress. Another day looked like the better option, even though today they would be exhausted from their full moon transformations. Exhaustion prepped people well for questioning; it put down their guard and challenged their lessened mental clarity.

Not to mention, if anyone became upset, no accidental shifts or transformations could take place. The werewolves would be too drained from the night before.

Constance might feel up to the task later in the day, but there still wasn't a guarantee. For now, she was interested in her coffee and lunch. Coffee didn't make her jittery. On the contrary, it gave her a boost of brain power while actually calming her nerves down a little bit. Last night had been harrowing on her, too. Maybe that was why she didn't want to bother with interrogating the lycanthropes today. Sure, they were on the weak side, but so was she. It wasn't a good thing for her when she needed to be alert and focused and so much of her attention had been tried and whittled away thanks to family ordeals.

Family ordeals which were just as much political as ordeals as they were family ordeals because of crazy werewolf going after her granddaughter. Who was next? That was what they needed to get to the bottom of before it actually happened again. Constance sighed deeply and lifted her cup of coffee to her lips to sip it. She had a feeling this day wasn't going to get any better than having the knowledge that Alicia was going to be alright.

She leaned back in her chair at the table she occupied by herself. Constance was the only one there, but all of the tables around her were full to the brim with groups of people. She knew the café was a popular hangout spot, but she hadn't known just how much.

Who: Alicia, Family, & Guards [Narrative]
When: Evening to Night
Where: The dungeon in Town Hall.
What: The deciding moment!

Alicia was given a choice of somewhere outside for the possible transformation with a barrier made specially for her or a cell in the dungeons of Town Hall. Being outside in the dark only made her nerves shake even worse, so Alicia chose the cell. Inside, she felt safer. And maybe, if she was out of sight from the full moon, she wouldn't be so fearful of what was about to happen. There was no guarantee she would change, but Alicia couldn't predict tonight.

Outside of her cell were a few Elven guards and her family. Her grandmother smiled encouragingly, and Alicia smiled back to her. Her mother and father were holding onto each other, scared of what they might witness tonight. Zach was there, too, although the dungeons were devoid of Adrienne. Adrienne actually did shift on the full moon, and she was down by the forest with the rest of the real werewolves. It scared Alicia that it had to have been one of them out of the group who attacked her. The fact that Adrienne was down there with a psycho made her even more worrisome. Maybe it was just an accident, though. They said how it could have been an accident, the Head Council, even though her grandmother remained tight-lipped on the matter.

( Together, they all waited to see what the full moon would bring . . .  )

Who: Constance, Dylan, Theora, and Adam
When: Morning
Where: Town Hall
What: The council has some important things to discuss.

Furious wasn't the proper word to describe how Constance currently felt as she stormed down the hall to find Dylan and Theora. Adam trailed behind her, keeping close. On the same night as her granddaughter getting attacked by a werewolf, a faun turned up half-eaten and torn to shreds near the festival grounds. It wasn't a coincidence in her eyes. By now, everyone knew about the dead faun, but nobody knew about her granddaughter, Alicia. They were keeping it under wraps to safeguard the minds of the community. With the news of the faun on the loose, if they heard about Alicia then the entire community would panic.

Her shoes clacked loudly against the wooden floor. When she arrived in the council chambers, Constance waited for Adam to step into the room before she slammed the door behind them and let her anger known to her colleagues and councilmen.

"What the hell is going on around here?" Constance demanded, regardless of whether or not anyone had any answers to her question. "Already, people are referring to it as a murder when we don't even know what's happened — and I can't take this." Constance sat down in the nearest chair, looking more worn for wear than usual. Adam took a seat beside her, a worried expression on his face. Constance hadn't wanted Adam to get dragged into it, but Alicia was family and he already knew about what happened to her.

"I've told Lucinda and Kelsey to keep quiet about Alicia. I've told Alicia, Zach, Adrienne, and Nico too. No one else is to know about this. If word gets out Alicia was attacked by a werewolf outside of the full moon and then a dead faun turns up, everyone's gonna think we have a psycho on our hands." Constance chewed her bottom lip. She said something then they all had to take into consideration.

" . . . And maybe it's time to recognize we do."

Who: Constance and Zach
When: Morning
Where: Constance and Adam's Cottage
What: Zach goes to ask Grandma for some advice on love.

Constance poured over papers in her study when a knock came at the door. Looking up over the rim of her glasses, Constance eyed the door and wondered why Adam was knocking. Placing the papers back down on her desk, she called out to whoever was on the other end. “Yes?” she asked loudly, her voice carrying across the room. The door opened then, and Constance saw her grandson standing there with his hand on the doorknob as he stepped into her study.

“Hey, Grandma,” Zach said. “Am I bothering you?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows as he caught sight of her messy desk and the strewn papers all over it.

Constance quickly shook her head. “No, dear. Come on it. Make yourself at home.” She gestured at the empty chair across from her desk and off to the side. “Have a seat. What have you come over for today?” She sat back in her seat, letting out a heavy breath and welcoming the break from her work. Constance watched as Zach took a seat in the chair after dragging it closer to her desk. He looked over at her with a thoughtful expression on his face. The poor boy looked confused as hell. Constance waited for him to answer. She knew better than to interrupt his thoughts sometimes.

“Grandma, how do you know when you’re in love?” Zach suddenly blurted out.

Raising her eyebrows, Constance had to admit she hadn’t been expecting that one. She blinked twice and remained silent, reaching up and slowly removing her glasses from her face to place them on her desk atop the papers. She continued with her silence for a moment, knowing this was a serious topic and Zach could be a little fragile when it came to serious topics. She had to be careful with what she said to him.

“That’s a good question, Zach,” she said softly, looking over at him. “The first time, I hear, is always the hardest to decide. It was for me.”

( “Wait, you were in love more than once?” )

Who: Constance and Dylan [Narrative]
When: Evening
Where: Town Hall
What: Now, there are dead animals to add to the mix.

"What the hell is this?" Constance demanded, smacking her hand against the table once she had been informed of the news. Apparently, one of the doctors had been up at the town hall on Wednesday to report half-eaten and ripped animal carcases strewn across someone's lawn, and no one took him seriously. The matter wasn't looked into that day, and it was already cleaned up by now. Constance was just finding out at this particular moment, and it was an understatement to say she was pissed off about it.

Stalking out of her office, Constance immediately went to find Dylan. Something didn't sit right with her about this. They didn't have any large, immensely threatening predators on the mainland that would do something like this. What did it? Who did it? The creatures had been half-eaten, marks of a animal . . . but purposefully strewn in someone's lawn? The mark of a intelligent being. Someone praeternatural or human.

She found Dylan as he was pouring himself a glass of water in the hallway by one of the elven fountains. Her lips were drawn thin and taut, and there was a look on Dylan's face like he too had something on his mind. "Did you hear about this?" Constance asked him, going into detail about what she was told.

At the end of it all, Dylan slowly nodded his head. "I just heard about it as well," he revealed. "It troubles me," the djinn said softly. His dark eyes turned to Constance's eyes. "Something is not right, but I do not know what we are to do."

"First," Constance began to ramble, "we have a theft of that powerful elven piece of metal, and now half-eaten dead animals are showing up on people's lawns? What the hell is going on around here?" Her head lowered, shaking slowly as her hand came up to touch her forehead. She felt her ability as a leader was failing somewhere along the way. Things like this didn't just . . . happen right under your nose.

"I do not know," Dylan said, "but we will keep our eyes steady and trained on our surroundings." One of his hands came up to rest upon her shoulder. "In case it happens again, we will be prepared."

Constance glanced up, not liking the words she was hearing but understanding. Releasing a heavy breath, she nodded her head.

Who: Constance, Dylan, Mitsuko, Logan, Shigeru, Irei, and Elven guards.
When: 12:00 PM
Where: Town Hall
What: The questioning over the stolen elven artifact.

Outside of the grand structure of Town Hall, there seemed to be a perfect silence that had settled upon its grounds. No clatter or clamor echoed from within the building, only a calm quiet permeated the air. The only movement appeared to be a gentle breeze passing through the tall grass and the flowers outlining the fine building. However, the silence was an ominous sort of feeling for those approaching its structure. The question of what to expect within remained ever unclear.

Once a person walked into the main entrance, they were greeted by an array of Elven guards outlining the hallways. One of the guards would approach and inquire of their name and their business in Town Hall. When their name was given and if they were one of the people summoned from the day before, they were asked if they had brought their summons letter. Those who brought theirs were asked to show them; those who did not were known by name as it were by the guards. They were then escorted singularly to one of the four small chambers set aside for the interrogations on this day.

The four interrogation rooms had elven magic cast upon them to render all within the room incapable of performing their natural magic, temporarily "nullifying" their abilities as long as they were in the room. However, this protective measure also worked against those who were the questioners. Of course, attributes like strength remained the same, and so two Elven guards were placed in each room along with the interrogator.

Now, it was time to see what those brought forth would say.

Who: Constance and Midori
Where: Town Hall
When: 1 PM
What: Midori says she knows who the thief is . . .

Inside of the conference room Constance chose on the first floor, the curtains were snatched by Constance's hands and pulled back to reveal brilliant sunlight. Brightness flooded the room and illuminated the Elven design of the room, adding a radiant gleam to the walls. Constance didn't know what it was about Elven paint or architecture, but it tended to sparkle a lot, that was for sure.

Overall, it was sunny and beautiful weather. A great contrary to Constance's mood for the morning and possibly for the rest of the day. The elves were in an uproar, a very powerful artifact was missing and in the hands of who knew what, and . . .

Well, it seemed like Midori knew exactly what.

Constance left the door open and took a seat at the table. Having just eaten lunch, she was full and it was easy to keep her seated in one place. The council member chose to meet after lunch to ensure she wasn't as fidgety as she normally would have been at any other time of day. Hopefully, they could talk about this and get to the bottom of everything nice and quick. Constance wasn't anything if she wasn't a go-getter.

Who: Dylan and Constance [Narrative]
Where: The Temple
When: Morning
What: Talk over the stolen Elven artifact.

Their footsteps echoed through the temple as they walked down the opening between the long, polished benches. It was a walkway of neutral stone and fine carpet. Constance's arm were crossed. Dylan's hands remained in his pockets. The two of them had already discussed the missing artifact with the temple priests, but now they walked in silence as the first rays of sun poured in through the high windows and sheer curtains.

"This is Zach's birthday," Constance said sternly. "I'm not giving a speech on Zach's birthday about this damn thing." It was a special day for her family, but the events of the night before could not be ignored.

"The priests and I will handle the announcement to the public," Dylan said in a kind voice. He stopped walking, turning to Constance and offering a sympathetic look. "You may go home to your family. We will deal with this. At the current moment, all we can do is make an announcement. The priests are examining the temple for evidence. Perhaps something was left behind that was not here to begin with," Dylan informed her. "We do not know, however. We have no suspects yet. We will have to see where this goes, but for now, leave it to me and the temple priests."

Constance nodded her head slowly, her lips drawn into a tight, thin line. "I don't like things like this happening right under my nose. Right under any of our noses, but you're right." She raised her gaze to Dylan, a serious gleam in them. "There's nothing we can do about this right now other than wait and see what turns up and what happens next." Constance glanced over to her right. "Tell me if you find anything, okay?"

Dylan slowly nodded his head. "I will." He offered a small smile. "Now, go spend your grandson's birthday with your family."

He watched as she nodded her head in response. Constance looked up and reached out to affectionately pat Dylan's arm with her hand. "Good luck," she said. "I hope you find something." With that, she turned around and walked towards the exit of the temple.

"Tell Zach I said 'happy birthday,'" Dylan called softly to her.

Raising her hand in a backwards wave as she left, Constance acknowledged she heard his final words. A soft smile marked Dylan's face before he turned back towards the forefront of the temple, a creased brow taking over his features. He did not know what they were going to find by the time of the announcement this evening.

Who: Constance, Dylan, Midori, Sonya [and others, if anyone wishes to speak to the Head Council today]
Where: Town Hall
When: Various times throughout the day.
What: Leadership duties.

OOC Note: Start sub-threads in this post by posting the name of your character(s) in the subject and the approximate time of day that particular scene is happening. One of the council members will reply to it.

Without the third member to make up the complete council, duties were drawing themselves tightly around the two remaining members left behind after the high priestess had sailed away to the isle known as Tol'hith far out on Lake Alata'elen. An ancient elven artifact had been put on display due to her departure by the elves at the town's temple, something of great worth in terms of power. It made a distrustful Constance wary. The grandmother, though the youngest of the council, had spent more years being jaded and skeptical than either of the other two council members. It put her on edge knowing it was just out there on display like that.

The full moon had also just occurred on Tuesday with a number of the werewolves coming out in bad shape, especially a young woman in particular. Despite Zach's claims that it had been done on purpose, and Adrienne coming to conscious to explain her attack to them, Dylan and Constance were split over the matter. Constance believed it was done on purpose, took her grandson's word for it. Dylan thought the opposite, calling it the nature of werewolves. According to him, it was nothing more than some rough play that got out of hand — perhaps even the move of dominating male wolf exerting force over what he saw as a young female.

Dylan had more on his mind, though. Constance knew that. His cottage had been trashed by a trouble-making, no-good kitsune by the name of Mitsuko Kamiyama. Constance wanted to do something about it, but the fact of the matter was do what? Neither of them knew. Dylan, because he wasn't sure how to approach the situation, and Constance, because she wished she could throw the kitsune into the dungeon for a week and see how the fox liked it, but that sort of punishment was far too extreme for the offense.

Sighing for all of the thoughts in her head, Constance exited the records room and marched her way down the hallway to look for Dylan or a strong cup of coffee.

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: Dylan and Constance [Narrative]
Where: Town Hall
When: Early Morning
What: Everything seems to be going wrong.

After helping to keep watch over the werewolves last night as the barrier was erected and put into place, Dylan returned briefly to his home to find everything in the lower floor smashed and ransacked. A great pained feeling overwhelmed him at the sight, to find many of his possessions broken or torn to shreds. Ornamental dishes made by his mother’s hands lay in pieces upon the carpet. Perhaps some of them could be repaired, but seeing them in shards at his feet caused a swell of emotions in the djinn. Books that had lain upon his shelves were torn from their spines, pages scattered everywhere. Everything was knocked over to cause a mess, other things were broken, and a window was smashed wide open.

Then, as he passed through the wreckage, Dylan came by a note left on one of his tables. A little white sheet of paper with five words written on it: Guess I’m NOT mature enough. Emblazoned beneath the letters was a kiss mark of red lipstick. Dylan knew the perpetrator without having to wonder or ask questions. Mitsuko Kamiyama. She had wanted him to know, or she wouldn’t have left the note. It pained him in a way that he could not describe, as he folded up the little note and slipped it into his pocket.

At the current moment, the sun had risen not too long ago and Dylan walked down a corridor in the town hall building with Constance at his side.

“I’ve been telling you,” Constance went on knowingly, “that fox ain’t nothing but trouble. Her momma said it, her momma’s been saying it, and now we finally find out just how much of a damn—”

“Constance,” Dylan said softly, holding up one of his hands as they walked, “that is unnecessary.”

( “Well, that may be unnecessary for you,” Constance shot back, “but where I come from, we spank unruly children and make ‘em show some damn respect for authority.” )

Who: Constance and Malcolm
Where: Town Hall, and then a nearby storage building
When: 11 AM
What: Talk about the generators!

If there was ever going to be something to take down Constance, this would be it. A heat wave. Having lived in Alaska all of her life, the air was cold up there and snow was abundant and experiencing heat was about as common as coming across an alligator in the water. Alaska wasn’t Florida, plain to say. Constance prepared herself for sweltering weather as much as she prepared herself for erupting into song and dance. All she owned were long-sleeved blouses and sweaters, dress pants, long skirts, and an abundance of clothing suited for fall or winter weather. This wasn’t fall or winter weather, though. This was Armageddon, and Constance was sweating up a storm and trying to fan herself off as best as she could with just her hand.

However, she stood just outside of the entrance at Town Hall, waiting for a young man by the name of Malcolm Gray. Theora had planned to meet with him, but the elven priestess found herself caught up in other business and asked Constance to do it. Constance agreed right away. It was simple, quick, and a meeting wouldn’t take very long. By now, she was beginning to regret agreeing to meet him. The heat was unbearable. The keys to the storage facility laid in her pocket, which meant it was too late to turn back now and leave a very confused sorcerer standing in front of Town Hall. That wouldn’t be very professional of her, now would it?

Sighing loudly as she fanned air onto herself, Constance shielded her eyes with her other hand and looked around for anyone on the horizon. An approaching body came into view soon enough, and Constance stood up from the steps. “Thank you!” she said aloud to herself. “Let me get this over with before I melt like the Wicked Witch of the West,” she muttered.