Who: Ducan and Frankie
When: Early afternoon? Evening?
Where: Frankie's house
What: Duncan checks up on Frankie!

Duncan didn't generally make rounds to make sure all newcomers were doing alright in Elysium. He'd attempted it once, the first time around, but everyone had been in such a dire mood (and in so little need of assistance at the time) that he'd found the process more depressing and self-defeating than helpful -- to anyone. However, the way Frankie had shut down after opening up so quickly at the docks had touched him, and he found himself thinking about her in the fleeting way he often thought about pretty, interesting things that caught his attention. If she had been a painting or an intellectual film he probably would have been less concerned with checking up on her feelings, but she'd caught in his mind just the same as they might have. Not that she wasn't completely adorable.

He had decided pinning a note to her door was actually the best way to go about it. He would make sure to be loud enough about it that if she heard him she could answer the door, and then it would look like he wasn't actually coming to 'check' up on her, but rather that he intended to inquire and oh! surprise! she was home. He knew it wasn't really a deeply intricate plan, but it hardly mattered. Even if things went awry and she was sharp enough to call him on it, he didn't care; he'd tell her that he was concerned because it was true. He had excused himself from their family meeting politely at the docks, and now he was just checking up a few days later. He shuffled his feet up to the door and attempted to affix his note without damaging it. It was a simple note. All it said was: "Hope you're acclimating well. - Duncan."

Who: Everyone
When: 5:00 PM
Where: The docks
What: The arrival of the Elven Ship

The news of the arrival of the Elven ship had been the talk of the haven for the past couple of weeks. The Head Council had organized a group to prepare for its arrival, expanding upon the docks and decorating it the best they could even with the seemingly non-stop rain showers. At the end of the two weeks were completely re-vamped docks, one that could accommodate the smaller boats that occasionally traversed the lake while now big enough to handle the large ship that was due very soon.

The ship hadn’t arrived in the morning, the current storms outside the valley no doubt delaying it by a few hours. It was well into the afternoon before the guard in the tower by the shore yelled out from his post announcing that the ship had been sighted just entering the valley. It was a large vessel even though it was far on the horizon. The sun was only just beginning its descent in the sky, and the orange glow was reflecting brightly off the clouds. The white sails of the Elven ship billowed in the wind that was carrying it to the docks. It was a beautiful sight, and the people that had gathered by the docks were waving happily to the people on board.

It was a happy occasion for the haven since it was the first attempt at travel after the outbreak of the virus and the war. The excitement in the air was palpable as the crowd grew more and more boisterous the closer the grand ship came to them. Some started cheering and whooping into the air, others began talking animatedly about the sorts of people the ship was bringing with them. It was an event that most of Elysium had come out to participate in, and it would not be forgotten for many years to come.

Who: Duncan and Isabelle
When: Morning, around 10am
Where: The Library
What: Duncan comes in on his day off to decorate for Halloween..without really letting anyone know first what he's doing.

Duncan had originally planned to wait a full week into October before decorating the library, but later decided that 'five' was a much more wholesome, sensible number, and so therefore came to the conclusion that no, the first Friday, which was five-days in, would be perfect. The djinn was grinning the entire time as he delicately paper mache bats and spiders on shelves and in subtle spots on the circulatory desk. He hadn't told anyone he was coming in this Friday to decorate. In fact, Friday was generally one of his days off, so he hadn't bothered to dress like a library worker. He wore ripped jeans and a thin tee shirt that was something close to 'white' and had the words: "I'm Not Even Supposed To BE HERE today!" printed across them. He thought it very apropos for the situation.

The decorations were made mostly by him, although the plastic happy-face Jack-O-Lantern with the empty head (that would be filled with candy someday soon) was something he'd used to carry baubles on his trip over to Elysium. He knew it would come in handy later! He'd crafted bats and spiders from paper mache and some pieces of old boots that had so many holes in the soles he couldn't wear them. The fake cobwebs he strewed about the tops of cases and the front of the main desk were actually a white sheet that he'd taken a long, long time to cut. Having no real access to the "spiderwebs" he'd bought during the season a year previous, he figured this was good enough. He would have set up a few eternity-lasting flames suspended randomly, but he wasn't sure Sascha would like that.

He wasn't even sure if Sascha would like this, but, as far as he could tell, it wasn't doing anyone any harm. The giddy djinn loved Halloween. Especially when he spent it with creatures of the non-human variety. The irony was a big warm fuzzy amusing blanket to him. He hummed "Monster Mash" while he worked, only pausing to actually verbalize 'THEMONSTERMASH!' in a high pitched alto when it came up in the tune.

Who: Sydni and Duncan
Where: Library
When: Early morning
What: Are there really sharks in the saltwater lake

Sydni knew how to use libraries. She was a scientist, after all, and was quite familiar with how to do research. She'd often found, however, that the librarians themselves were quite the resource. Often, they could suggest supplemental sources, or even ideas for sources she'd never considered. The tech savvy ones were the best - showing her new resources on the web, or even older resources like microfiche.

And that was what led her to seek out a librarian early in the morning - she wanted to know more about the saltwater lake. How much exploring had been done? Were there even resources on the local area in the library? If she could find out more the lake in the library, she wouldn't have to do the research herself. To be honest, she didn't know where to find the materials she'd need to take the proper measurements.

Approaching a librarian she'd noticed before, she asked softly, "Excuse me, but are there resources here on the saltwater lake?"

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: Duncan, Kazuki, Adrienne
When: Later in the day, before closing
Where: Tailors!
What: Duncan needs a new pair o' shoes! Among other things.

Duncan had brought some things to trade in at the tailors, since money was not an option. He was rarely comfortable taking anything without offering at least something in return, even if the value was not comparable. However, he had found he had very little in his home that might be useful to a tailor except for a long blade sharpening belt. He'd kept it for his own knives, but he was confident he could figure something else out in between today and the next time he needed to sharpen his kitchen knives. He'd packed his offering in a cloth bag and held it loosely in his left hand as he strolled to the tailors.

He hoped there were some earthy colors available. Although he had been told endless times that he looked good in black -- one woman had even gone so far as to say 'yummy' -- he didn't think black was appropriate attire for a dinner party. Especially if there were going to be vampires there. Sometimes vampires were touchy. He didn't know if Nathaniel was touchy, but he didn't know who Nathaniel was inviting, either. Duncan liked himself best in tones of green and brown; because it did not wash out his face or make his hair appeal dull. Also, not that Duncan ever noticed it, earthy colors made his hazel eyes do interesting things. Depending upon the vibrancy of the green or brown, his eyes would shift to match. It was intriguing.

He entered the shop slowly, not wanting to bust the door down should the hinges be loose. It wasn't that Duncan assumed the shop was dilapidated, it was just that one time, he hadn't been careful, and had swung someone's door open so hard he'd made a whole in the wall on the opposite side with the doorknob. He wasn't immune to accidents.

"Hello!" he said, cheerfully, but he was already looking around.

Who: Duncan and Nathaniel
Where: by the cafe
When: evening
What: Meeting!
A/N: a thousand apologies for it being so late!

Amazing how a goal like hosting a dinner party could suddenly give days purpose. Nathaniel had never planned one before and doing so now made him nervous, thinking about everything that needed to be done. He told Voe what he wanted to do, and unsurprisingly she offered her services to make the dinner party lovely and elegant (especially if Rion was invited). She was going to make the event rather unusual, but he preferred not to think about that just yet. No, he needed to decide what meal to prepare and what he'd wear. A good suit was easy enough for him to decide upon even if the food was not.

He had no idea if his friends were vegetarians, had allergies, or what was appropriate for such a fancy occasion. The latter was an unusual topic to research in the library although he'd do so anyway just as a precaution. He needed to think and in order to think, walking always helped. There were a few hours before the curfew, plenty of time for him to walk to Helicharis and come back to the cottage. Why the town? He wasn't sure. It was a location he knew how to travel to quite easily without thinking too much and thus he could let his mind wander.

As Nathaniel walked, he thought about what it would be like to have all the people he knew in the same room. Would they all get along? Voe was a different case, but the others were probably nice enough to easily become friends. He hoped so, anyway - he wanted Dione and Marit to have a conversation at least, and Umeko as well... That was going to be an interesting conversation. Walking into Helicharis, Nathaniel stopped by the cafe and wondered if he shouldn't sit down, to watch people pass by to help him plan even more. He chose a chair and sat down on it, leaning back and resting his ankle on his other knee. How about a nice roast? He could make a roast...

Who: Duncan, Ath Dara
When: Late evening/early night
Where: Along a path around the town
What: An accidental meeting
Note: If this is the WRONG Sunday, sweetie, lemme know so I can move it to the right one.

( Take me to NY, I'd love to see LA. )

Who: Duncan and Heather
When: 10.00am
Where:The Stables
What: Duncan meets someone while posting his flyer!

Duncan, having the day off from the library, was dressed in his 'non-work' attire. It didn't differ so much from what he wore on an average workday: his sneakers were a little dirtier, his hair a little more influenced by the curvature of his pillow and not at all by a comb. 

The brainchild that was the formation of a theater had been developing nicely in his head for quite some time now. He had always loved the theater. Although it had losts some of its original popularity since he'd been younger, Duncan's affection for it had never waned. He found it much more inviting and enchanting than television -- not that he couldn't enjoy some wonderfully terrible televsion. He had acted, directed, and written plays in his lifetime. His favorite of the three was acting. In fact, by pure, hilarious luck, he had one time preformed in a play he'd written. He hadn't expected that; he'd written the play almost twenty years before he starred in it. Luckily, he shied away from portraits and cameras frequently. Living in another city, no one recognized him for the playwrite. His costars, however, were completely unamused by his 'sucking up' to the director -- how did he know how the author felt, anyway?