Who: Dione Castel & Voe Cochell [open to others]
When: Evening, after the Town Hall Meeting
Where: Walking in town after the meeting
What: Dione hasn't had an interaction with Voe since Nathaniel's dinner party and apparently Voe is interested enough to follow the blind medium around in an effort to ascertain her level of skill.

Dione had come to town simply because there was supposed to be a town hall meeting. So she had walked to town wearing a coat that she had brought with her, it wasn't quite heavy enough for the falling temperatures of this area of the world, but that was something she would consider on another day. At the moment, she was just trying to understand the information that had been presented. This place made her so confused. Generators working off of magical power?

( What did it matter if she never knew the truth? )

Who: Dione Castel and Irei Arakaki
When: Afternoon October 26th
Where: Dione's Water Bungalow
What: Irei comes to see a lady about some lessons and ends up teaching a lesson or two of his own.


Dione was quiet as usual, few of her neighbors even seemed to really notice that her bungalow was occupied much less by whom. It was not as though she were the kind to socialize at home. First that would have meant admitting someone into her home. Second she would have to be comfortable enough with them to actually hold a conversation. That made such a thing exceptionally difficult as she rarely seemed to be comfortable with anyone enough to actually talk to them for long periods. It had been nice, however, talking to Duncan at Dr. Wyatt's dinner party. Someone who spoke French as well as she did was a blessing for a girl who couldn't quite get her point across in English.

( It was all in her head )

Who: Dione Castel and Dante Donovan
When: Wednesday 24 Oct Evening
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Dione and Dante meet again.

This was her first trip back to the wine bar really since she had gone into hiding back toward the beginning of October. So really, it was like she was starting all over again, trying to find a space where she was comfortable. Truthfully, she was terrified of doing this again, but making herself go through the motions since she had to at least try to get a real life.

( Fake it til you make it )

Who: Dione Castel & Zosimus
Where: Starts at the Water Bungalows and goes directly west to the road.
When: After Dark
What: Dione has what can only be described as a psychotic break.

Things had started as they often did with Dexter expressing his displeasure with their current situation. You shouldn't have gone without me. You know how dangerous it is here. He was yelling at her and she had sat there in the chair, her cane caught between slowly wringing hands and listened to him. His tirade went on for long minutes, climbing into the better part of an hour, and finally she responded.

"You cannot expect me to stay here with you all the time," most didn't think that Dione could raise her voice, but she did, it was almost a scream. "You can't." The outbursts had been getting worse as time went on. Now she screamed at him, starting from her seat to stand and if she could have hit him, she would have. The tether on her temper had worn itself almost completely through with his constant need to take care of her.

Dione, he screamed her name, face to face with her, so hard that her ears popped. You're defenseless here. I'm just trying to look out for you. He wasn't even trying to modulate his voice; after all, who would hear him?

( What makes you think you can look out for me? )

*italics*=French

Who: Nathaniel, Voe and party guests! Seating arrangements!
When: seven o'clock
Where: Nathaniel and Voe's forest cottage
What: the dinner party.

Nathaniel checked that the chicken was cooking nicely in the oven and estimated that it was going to be ready in about ten minutes, which would give the guests plenty of time to arrive for the meal. A combination of excitement and nervousness rushed through his veins, but he managed to keep it contained under a mask of a cool face. He set the table with good china and the fine silver utensils Voe had let him borrow, as well as proper and ornate wine glasses. How on earth did she manage to bring all of this with her? Some questions were better left unanswered.

He walked back to the living room where Dione sat on one of the sofas - he'd picked her up at her house and escourted her back to the forest cottage, making idle conversation along the way. "May I get you anything to drink while we're waiting?" he asked. "Wine, maybe?" He had no idea if she drank alcohol, so perhaps he should offer an alternative. "There's also water or tea." Not so many options, but it was better than nothing. Idly, Nathaniel ran a hand through his newly shortened hair. Voe had helped him cut his hair and he'd trimmed his beard for the occasion, so he didn't look half bad... if he were to pay attention to appearances as such.

At first when Nathaniel told Voe about the dinner party, she was skeptical. He hardly seemed like the type to host such a gathering and might not have the ability to do so. He was her ally, though, so he had to prove otherwise to her. All doubts vanished from her mind when he told her that he invited Janus. Another opportunity to see him again made anything worth it and she decided to help him as much as possible. This meant providing glasses and utensils and even helping him cook (namely, telling him when the food bubbled and was about to burn).

And then there was this strange woman that Nathaniel brought home as their first guest. She had haunting silver eyes - because she was blind, Volcano told her - and reminded Voe of a moth she'd seen fluttering about in the bomb shelter in which she grew up. That would be her name, she decided, and let Nathaniel keep the woman company while she hovered between the kitchen and making sure that everything was truly elegant and perfect. She smoothed the skirt of her dress, checked her hair in the mirror and made sure that her posture was perfectly straight. Now all they had to do was wait for people to arrive.

Who: Sheldon, Caden and Dione
When: Night
Where: The Winebar
What: Best friends have a chat


“Eliza, a whiskey for the wanker in the blue?” Sheldon asked her with a cheeky smile on his face. Of course his manners left much to be desired, but he was treated like utter shit sometimes. So he gave the people names in the wine bar. Some were actually nice. It all depended.

For Sheldon the wine bar was in a different view. He wasn’t the lonely drinker. He wasn’t the man who was trying to get a woman to come home with him or anything of that matter. Sheldon was one of the bartenders. In fact he was one hell of a bartender. He went to school for it, so why not put it to use in a place that had a decent bar?

The Psychic turned to the next person who wished to get drunk, or perhaps just socialize and drink casually. Maybe they were waiting for someone, maybe they wanted someone to be waiting for them. It didn’t matter. Sometimes people just liked talking to Sheldon. Though usually they were depressed, wanted to work him up for a fight, or they were drunk as hell. Sometimes there were good occasions.

“What can I get you?” He asked.

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: Dione Castel and Hayate
When: 7pm
Where: The Wine Bar
What: The blind girl finds a piano.

It had been a typical night in for the twins, ie Dione came home and settled in one of the front room chairs to avoid that thing called human contact and Dexter who patently refused to leave her found himself wondering how exactly to deal with one more night stuck with a sibling who preferred being a shut in over anything to do with other people. Honestly, it was getting on his very social nerves. One of the things he had found out over his days in Elysium was that he could actually walk away from Dione without disappearing into that odd netherrealm kind of place that he went to sometimes but could never quite describe. It was like the world in negative, everything in black and white, but the blacks were where the whites should be and vice versa. It was all very odd, Chopin played backwards. Still beautiful but in that haunting way which told you something wasn't quite right. Either way, he'd decided that while she was locked up and alone, he'd go explore. It wasn't as though he needed sleep. It was during that time of exploration that he had come across what he felt was the very thing to get his sister out of doors and interacting with other people again. It was just too easy for her to stay in and he wasn't having it. She was going to go talk to people, even if he had to drag her.

( It's a surprise )

*italics*=Dexter speaking.

Who: Dione and Nathaniel
Where: the Art Supplies shop.
When: mid-afternoon.
What: first meeting.

After his morning, Nathaniel thought it was necessary to relax a little by browsing various shops to see what he could get Zach and Marit... and Umeko too as it was appropriate for him to do so. She might appreciate it as well and it wouldn't do to have her think badly of him. He started by looking in the Glassblower's, a decent place for presents. Christmas was still ages from now yet he always liked to plan for presents in advance. In fact, he always planned presents far ahead so he knew that they would be something the recipient would enjoy. Nathaniel knew he was paranoid about such things. Making people happy was necessary, in his opinion, and he liked to be very generous with his gifts.

A few vases caught his eye as he browsed the shop, though he had no idea if they'd like the type of them anyway. Vases were a boring gift unless someone was moving into somewhere new and no one was doing that. Moving out of the Glassblower's, he decided to go to the Art Supplies. He didn't know if his friends had any interest in art - it was always possible that he'd find something they might want to try. He walked into the shop and slowly started to browse the aisles, inspecting the sketchpads. Perhaps someone could use an art journal - some of them were ornately decorated.

Nathaniel headed to the pastels; he attempted to draw with them a couple of times and was absolutely hooked. The set in front of him was particularly lovely and he had to get it. Reaching for it, his hand accidentally bumped into a hand of a woman whom he hadn't seen until just now. "Apologies," he said. "Do you want the pastels?" If she did, there was no way he would get into the way of her desire. Such a thing was not very polite of him, was it?

Who: Dione Castel OT Dante (Others if they're interested)
Where: Somewhere near Silme Lagoon
When: Morning, Friday Sept 28th
What: Dione has managed to get herself lost.

( We're lost )

*italics mean French

Who: Giles and Dione
When: Early Evening
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Physical, Physical..I wanna get..


Tranquilizing an irritating teenager was legal here right? You know legal dose to ease her out of the ‘pain in the ass’ status. No responsibility if she just slept all day and didn’t bitch and moan. Ah, he could smell the whiff of his crappy parenting skills in the Pavilion hallway. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t ask for karma to kick him straight perfect in the nads.

He wasn’t there for anyone else but himself of course. The day he came to the Pavilion without force for someone else’s well being was the day he was going to score with that elf chick he tried to hit on many days prior. He paused for a minute to wonder what that woman was up to. Add to attempts: Try to get her to aid him home. Shame on Giles. He hadn’t thought of that one. Didn’t they need partners at night since some boogie monster may be lurking around? Yes, Elune or whatever the hell keep him safe and then some.

He veered off towards the safe keeping of where the aspirin and pain medication was located and began to not so quietly toss out the medication that was in the way of what he was seeking. “This stuff looks like-“He smelt it and scrunched his nose. “Ugh and smells like it has expired in 1990.” He sighed in frustration looking down for a moment. “This. Sucks.” Where the hell was the good stuff?

He was about to continue his careless search for pain medication that wouldn’t feel like a placebo when he felt like he wasn’t alone. Duh, it was a medical facility. But maybe someone was nearby. He turned around to notice someone of company he certainty wouldn’t mind.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just sorting the meds from useless, to complete crap. So far I have complete crap and I haven’t made it to useless yet.” He looked her over. “I’m a doctor. Are you injured?” Above the waist? Or anywhere above the knees? He thought to himself. But of course, he looked as harmless as ever.