Who: Giles, Marley and Riley
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Audley Cottage
What: Midori owes Giles' a date. Tonight is the night and he's got two pain in the asses trying to offer advice before he tries to get laid the lucky event.

“If you keep following me, I’m going to lead you into my underwear pile.” Giles was trying to get away from his daughter who was stalking him throughout their cottage. Five bonus points on the Giles scoreboard for the brat actually showing interest in a conversation. On The down side, she was only interested because the midget Empath knew something was up. “When you think about it though, that’s a good thing. You could actually do something in this house. But start with my socks”

It took Giles awhile to realize there was a third party in the house and he only stopped for a moment to make an obvious face of irritation then continued on. “Who’s the blonde with decent sized funbags?” She was a short little thing, but he’d still do her. She looked of age so he wasn’t quite in the dirty old man territory.

( Riley gave an arch of the brow. Marley wasn’t kidding when she said her father was something else )

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: Giles and Midori
When: Afternoon sometime
Where: Front of his cottage
What: Giles is setting up a sign in his front lawn and gets company

With all the dogs running around or whatever the hell with four legs, Giles was actually making an effort to do something with his life. He got up early in the morning to go to the art supply store to get some basic stencils and he made a good looking wood shaper ..Vance..Vince something like that make him a wooden sign. It was blank before, but now it clearly read.

NO ANIMAL SHIT IN MY YARD

The message was loud and clear and he didn’t care if a set of ‘darling’ puppies were set in front of him. Dog shit was dog shit and he didn’t want it around his house. Couldn’t they make a designated area for animals?

With that deed done, he looked around and figured it was time to hit the good old cottage for some food and a day without his daughter. Maybe she was out getting drunk and hanging out with the giants, hmm..maybe the gnomes. If they were like the Travelocity ones, then it would be one hell of a party.

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: Giles and Circe
When: Late Evening
Where: Circe's forest cottage
What: Giles leaves a naughty gift to see if he's still got his favorite cottage buddy and gets caught!
Warning: It's Giles and considering the gift..*cough*

When you are so caught up in your own crap, you don't take the time to care about other peoples crap. Especially if you are Giles. It was pathetically sad that he had forgotten about his most prized neighbor. The neighbor that not only didn't care that he was spying on her in the nude, but actually took no offense to his natural turn of the switch to acclaim a woman's funbags and ass if impressive to him. Where did she go? Was she okay? If a woman was willing to be that patient with him and even enjoyed bantering with him? Yeah, he was going to check up on her. Of course he was concerned as well for her own well being and not for his own benefit. Sometimes he saw her pacing around (sadly only through her curtain, he had to play the guessing game if she was nude of not) and it concerned him that he never saw her running anymore. Hell, it was hard work getting up early for a free show.

He truly did have to be serious. So, he better have a reason to be concerned. If not a reason then maybe come over with a gift. What? Hell no. He wasn't turning into some sap because he was a 'father'. He was still going to pull a stunt he would have a few weeks ago before a gigantic 'life sucks' tag was placed on his ass.

So, he went to that punk rock, bitchy little vampire named Kento, Kasunki, whatever and asked him for a favor. Though he fought him tooth and nail, Giles eventually got his way. Kazuki, yes that was his name, finally gave him his little gift.

( Strolling towards her house with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but wonder if he could run fast enough. )

Who: Giles and Emily
Where: near the Plancks' forest cottage
When: early afternoon
What: Meeting again and having a serious discussion.

Emily pulled one of the chairs from the dining room outside to the front porch and covered it with a couple of blankets in order to make it more comfortable, adding two pillows. She sat down and covered her legs with another blanket, uncapping her pen and alighting it on her notepad as she prepared to think of more lesson plans for her young class. Every one of her students was absolutely adorable and she took special interest in Maddy because the girl was her direct connection with Malcolm. Unfortunately, concentrating seemed to be impossible at the moment - she'd have to work on lesson plans later when she was in a more focused mood.

Her thoughts wandered as she gazed into the lovely forest. It had been days and still she was in disbelief that she'd actually danced in front of everyone. Needless to say, she wanted to dance again... maybe a slow dance with Malcolm. No one had to be good to slow dance and they needed to do romantic things together more frequently. A familar figure appeared in the distance and Emily saw it to be Giles. It'd been a while since they had their interesting conversation and it never hurt to say hello at least. She rose from her chair, placing the pen and pad on it before heading towards the man. There was something hanging over him that she took a moment to decipher as she didn't know him that well.

"Hello, Giles," Emily said with a smile. "Remember me, Emily? I hope you've been well." If not, she took it upon herself to help as much as possible. There was also the possibility that they would just have a pleasant conversation, which was fine by her. "Keeping busy with fun things, I should imagine?" It seemed to her that he was the type to include a healthy balance of fun and work in his daily routine. Goodness, where was her manners? "And if you'd like some tea or something else to drink, I would be more than happy to make you some." She offered a small but affectionate smile to him.

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.

Who: Marley and Giles
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Garley forest cottage
What: Time to talk

Marley shifted in her seat, eyes looking downwards in attempt to convince herself she wasn’t trying real hard to get a certain someone to understand that she was tired of playing a waiting game. She tried a few things to get Giles to speak. Tapping her fingers obnoxiously, singing, sighing in ways that proved she was annoyed. But still she got nothing. It figured. She planned the perfect time to corner Giles while he was sitting down and now all she was granted was silence and frustration on her end.

Finally she put her feet up on the table and slid down so her shoes were near in her father’s face. “I’m going to keep trying to do something that irritates you until you start talking to me.” She waved a foot back and forth. “You can’t just grumble everyday when I try talking to you. You got to say something. Even if it’s just go away or something.” She folded her arms before she slid back in an upright position. Clearing her throat, Marley fumbled her fingers and held a much more serious expression.

“I’m serious. I know this is weird and all for you. But it’s not like it’s easy for me, either. Stop being so grumpy and just talk to me. It’s not like I expect us to hold hands and frolic around in the woods.” She shrugged, giving him a pout. “I’m a big girl. I've learned well. Lucky for you, you missed the hard work.” There was a teasing look in her eye. She figured if she poked at him a bit she could at least get some words in return.

Who: Everyone!
When: 6:30 PM
Where: The Beach, by The Tiki Hut
What: Zane and Amada's Wedding Reception!

OOC: Everyone is welcome to join the party! Start a new sub-thread to interact with others, or keep an eye out for open sub-threads for you to join! Or if you don't feel like interacting, type up a narrative for your character.

The sun's rays shining out from below the horizon signaled the start of the wedding reception to celebrate Zane and Amada's happy nuptials. The area around Loki's Tiki Hut was set up with festive tiki torches that illuminated the entire area all the way down to the rim of the lake. Each lamp was entwined in green vines and white flowers, and the sand here was also 'planted' with green grass to add to the tropical theme. The tables were decorated with floating candle and flower centerpieces and around each centerpiece were several glass blown wedding favors in the shape of sail boats. Each table also had small boxes of clamshell shaped chocolate for everyone to enjoy.

Soft music lingered in the air and though the night sky was filled with stars some of the fae-folk had enticed lightning bugs to come out and provide romantic lighting above the tables and dance floor. Dinner for the guests was set up buffet style with a variety of foods provided by the restaurant in town. Drinks — alcoholic and non-alcoholic alike — were provided by Loki and his Tiki Hut served as the bar. The ever enchanting Faye Capricia had agreed to the last minute request of providing live singing entertainment for the reception. The dance floor was nothing but the soft sand beneath their feet and, as much as it may have dismayed the bride, even the lake monsters joined in on the festivities as they sang their song and splashed around in the water.

All in all it was a beautiful reception with a little bit of everything for everyone to enjoy, and it was the perfect way to spend the evening in the company of friends or with a special someone.

Who: Circe and Giles
When: 7AM
Where: Circe's Cottage
What: Two people with two very different views on how to enjoy the rain.

The night had been strange, Circe had tossed and turned until she'd finally given up on sleep at 2AM. It was strange because she'd never had trouble sleeping through a thunderstorm before. In fact, she always had her best nights sleep when the skies were raging. But there were thoughts running through her head, feelings flooding her heart, and it was all so frustrating. So she'd managed to read two of her old books on Archaeological Sites of the World and at 6AM, despite the rain, she'd gone for a run. Running in the rain always felt good, and running away from what was left of civilisation was always a good idea. Besides, through the rain there was an odd smell coming from that direction. In fact it smelled bad from her front door so she'd escaped out the back.

Escaping was a good way to put it.

With her legs up against the open window, Circe relaxed in the warmth of her bath as she watched the rain continue to fall. It was all so beautiful, so perfect. It reminded her of her home. The number of times she'd pushed open her windows as a child and let the rain in, just so she could breathe in the freshness of it all. There was something beautiful about watching the rain fall in Wales. It had never been as nice after they'd left. It was still beautiful in Scotland, but it wasn't the same. Then, of course, rain was never a good thing at a dig. Finding her thoughts lingering on her family, she abruptly climbed out of the bath and grabbed her towel. The mirror, her greatest foe, drew her attention and she turned willingly.  "I hate you, and I'm never going to stop hating you." She growled at the scars in her reflection.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she bent down and unplugged the bath. As she waited for it to drain she look out the window one last time. It took a moment before she noticed him and she couldn't help but scream, almost losing her towel completely as she jumped away from the window. "Oh my God!" She tightened her towel and turned back to the window, "what the hell are you doing?"

Who: Giles and Kazuki
Where: Main Road
When: Near Midnight
What: You know you're too drunk when...[Snippet]

Giles somewhat stumbled down the main road, eyes half closed as he was trying to sleep at the same time. His head drooped down at least a dozen times, but when his chin hit towards his neck, that was his friendly wake up call not to 'drink and walk.'

Some animals were making loud noises and he made a rather loud "SHHH" noise drawn out for at least thirty seconds. He squinted an eye.

"You mind!? Some of us are trying ta sleep!" He yelled drunkly and grumbled in the direction of the animals.

( Fucken inconsiderate animals. Probably gettin' more ass than I am. )

WHO: Open to All (more than one character invited to join!)
WHEN: Just after sunrise
WHERE: On the road to Helicharis
WHAT: Finding dead things

Sunrise brought many things to the land, but one did not expect that death would be amongst them. And yet it was there in the middle of the gravel road that led straight into town. The scent of blood and dead flesh attracted flies and carrion crows alike. They hovered over the dead animal, buzzing around frantically as they searched for a place to land. Occasionally they would scatter when the dark birds would swoop in, picking through the ashen fur to get to the meat, while others simply went for remains of the organs that were spilled upon the ground. They cawed loudly at one another, fighting over the animal that lay there with passive, grey eyes that still looked out upon the world.

It was not a pretty sight. One could tell that this animal used to be a beautiful creature when it was filled with life. The reddish-grey fur held dark, black spots all over its body. The lifeless eyes peered out from what seemed to be a sweet face. The same reddish-grey color here was marked with black lines instead of spots streaking outward from the nose. Black tufts decorated the tips of its ears while the fur around its neck ruffed out like a collar. The animal's paws were huge and heavily padded and one could imagine that this animal was a stealthy hunter, one that could tread the forests without being seen or heard.

And yet somehow it was lying in the middle of the road. Dead, the victim of something that was either much bigger, or much stronger than it was. It had no chance of survival though it was obvious that it had put up quite a fight. The claws of the predatory cat were covered in blood and there were slight remnants of fur — or was it fabric? — still clinging to them. The cat itself had suffered from slashes from its opponent as well before it had fallen. A victim of a broken neck, obvious by the position of the head, or perhaps it had bled to death from the puncture wounds in its neck? Even more likely was the large slice across its belly that spilled its innards. Most of the larger organs were gone now, scattered along the way as it was dragged across the land, but for the most part the sinewy remains of the intestines, both large and small, were hanging limply from its body.

Nevertheless it was dead and out in the open for all to see. The question was whether or not anyone would take notice before the carrion carried away the body one piece at a time.

Who: Midori and Giles
Where: Helicharis
When: Late afternoon
What: Making her presence known

The small, white fox made it's way through Helicharis. She'd come into town from the forest to see if Mitsuko was all right. The girl had been acting up since her Muse had left. No, she'd been acting up before that. Since her father's funeral.

Midori had been there, at the funeral. She'd hid herself in the shadows, in her animal form. That's what she'd been doing since she'd arrived.

She hadn't seen sign of Mitsuko this afternoon. She had heard someone complaining about a white fox stealing her necklace. Midori wasn't surprised by this pronouncement and made certain to keep herself hidden, lest she get accused of the crime herself.

As the girl did not seem to be in town at the moment, Midori chose to shift into her human form. It had been a while since she had been human. She would soon have to remain in it. Might as well start now.

Once again a beautiful woman with flawless skin and shining hair, Midori smoothed down her kimono and took a deep breath. "Here I am," she whispered. "Now I have to deal with you."

Who: Giles and Amada
Where: The beach
When: Noon
What: Giles sees Amada-'nuff said XD


Giles was headed towards Silmé Lagoon, passing through the sandy terrain of the beach with his hands in his pockets. Though colder than the last day he trekked out to the location, it was still a rather enjoyable journey. He tried to get to the Lagoon before anyone else so he could be at peace and not have to deal with any over joyous, annoying company. That is, unless female. Better yet attractive female company swimming along in a bathing suit. Never mind that. She could just be lounging. Preferably in a bikini. Maybe Giles could post a wanted add. Wanted: Hot female, dressed in a nice bikini. Or no clothing necessary. Maybe he could even post a type he liked. Giles hadn't seen a spicy, fiery hot.

He stopped suddenly when he saw just what he was thinking about resting in the sand.

"Ohhh Chi Mama."

And here he thought all the Telemundo stars didn't make it to Elysium. Terribly cheesy television. But by god the designers knew how to make up for the pointless plots by make the viewers concentrate on the woman's breasts more than their faces.

Speaking of breasts, he needed to get a better view of the obvious Latino babe in the not to far of a distance. He walked up casually, standing over her.

"Soo, what edition of Maxim are you in? Is it the one where the female is throwing sand over herself on the cover? Could of swear I saw you on the cover and featured on page eighteen along with the article on Tantric sex."

Who: Pryce, Chris, Charlie, Zane, Hayate, and OPEN!
Where: Medical Pavilion
When: 4:00 PM-ish
What: Chaos ensues at the medical pavilion with the orphans. (Join, join, JOIN! Create subthreads! Run amuck!)

"By God, if you little rascals half-breeded with hellion spawn don't show your faces right now I am going to rain fire and brimstone down on this medical pavilion like the Great Lord himself couldn't accomplish with his hands tied behind his back and his eyes blindfolded, and I will do it with such finesse the devil will sing me praises for the next thousand millenia while the angels weep and cry and blubber all over themselves, and you will wish you had never stolen my lab coat and stethoscope!"

Pryce grabbed the curtain around one of the beds and jerked it aside only to find an empty mattress. He walked up to the next bed curtain and jerked it aside as well. To his dismay, no rotten child laid hidden there either. "Charlie!" Pryce yelled, looking around for any sight of the little devils. "Chris!" Pryce opened one of the lage supply cabinets, but it too was empty. "Maddy!" A doctor just wasn't a doctor without a lab coat and stethoscope, and Pryce was going to throttle the kids once he found them. Scratch that — not throttle them, but he was certainly going to injure them in some violent, brutal way that involved toenail clippers and singing Britney Spears songs.

"Smith!" Pryce called out, looking for his colleagues. "Audley!" Those little brats were gonna pay. Oh yes, they were gonna pay. They messed with the doctors, and nobody — nobody — messed with the doctors. "We have an emergency on our hands!" Pryce created a 'megaphone' with his hands around his mouth. "Calling all doctors! Calling all doctors! The squad is called together! TAKE FORMATION!"

Who: Jack Harrell, Dr. Giles Audley, and Dr. Sascha Connolly
Where: just outside the library in Helicharis
When: mid-morning, August 25
What: Jack is attempting to make his life more like a musical when he's surprised by two of Elysium's biggest perverts.

Jack Harrell was good at brooding. Jack Harrell could mope for three hours straight and not crack a single smile throughout. Jack Harrell was practically a world champion at being cold and gloomy, and he could knock being a tetchy, self-involved bastard out of the park.

But not at the moment. At the moment, Jack Harrell was taking advantage of the fact that there was seemingly no one around, and he was singing and dancing to ACDC's "Back in Black" without shame, dignity, or remorse.

Or, for that matter, talent.

"Back in black! I hit the sack...
I've been too long... I'm glad to be back.
Yes I'm let loose from the noose,
That's kept me hangin' about...!"

He didn't know all the lyrics, but it didn't matter. Jack had loved few things more than to get together with a bunch of his friends and terrorize the local karaoke bars before the PV had spread. They'd sing together or solo, and bonus points if they mangled a dance as well.

Normally, Jack would have been his quiet self. But he was bouncing off the walls with the threat of the full moon hanging above him, and no matter how long he worked out or went running, nothing seemed to calm him down. And oh, he missed music. Jack would kill to hear that great hook of raw electric guitar that signaled the start of the particular song that he was singing. He hadn't intended to sing or dance or do anything remotely embarrassing this morning - he'd intended to pick up a new book at the library, avoid everyone who might possibly want to speak with him, and continue his nice little destructive cycle of hating himself and everyone in Elysium. But ACDC had intervened.

"I been livin like a star 'cause it's gettin' me high,
Forget the hearse, 'cause I never die!
I got nine lives, cat's eyes -
abusing every one of them and running wild..."

Jack wasn't quite being loud. He was behind the library, right? Who was going to be around to hear him? And besides, Jack was going crazy; surely there were allowances for pent-up werewolves who didn't have iPods because their's got lost when the world ended, right?

"'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back!"

...okay, so that was sort of loud. If Jack had a hairbrush, he'd be singing into it, but alas, he was just pretending to hold a microphone up to mouth. It was exhilarating in a way to be doing something beyond sitting still or working out or thinking about his dead family or of the fact that he hadn't been able to finish his Masters. For a brief moment, Jack almost felt like his usual extroverted self again.

"YESSS I'M BACK! I'M BAAAAACK--"

Who: Emily and Giles
Where: by the forest cottages
When: late morning/noon
What: Emily's setting up a swing. [I hope it's okay, them meeting like this!]

Emily hoisted herself up onto the first branch of a tree not so far from her cottage. It was not high enough for the swing to hang down properly without hitting the ground, so she climbed to the second one. Much better! She forgot what it felt like to climb trees and it was very liberating, though she was sure that thirty-years-old was almost too old for doing things like this. Echo loved her swing when they were in Nashville, often claiming that she liked to think and swing when she became somewhat stressed. Emily wanted her daughter to have some sort of outlet, but just remembered about the swing today. Somewhere, she found a plank of wood and drilled two holes in it on either side, borrowing a tool from Ide (who lent it to her without question). When that was done, she managed to locate some rope her father had given her and tie it to the swing.

She shifted towards the center of the branch with the swing in her lap and easily balanced so she could tie one end of the rope around the branch. Climbing tree practice during her childhood helped her to do such a thing, and Emily hummed a random tune as she worked. Being this far off the ground was relaxing and peaceful. She took a moment to gaze at the trees in front of her, smiling contently. Several birds were chirping and a gentle breeze tickled the back of her neck. Life here was good; she had a fresh start and Echo could continue to grow up somewhere safe and wonderful. Granted, Emily missed her father every day, as well as her aunt and uncle, but she was sure that they'd be safe, alive, and happy. They were Plancks, after all!

Once she tied the rope ends an appropriate length apart, Emily scooted towards the tree trunk so she could sit with her back against it and relax for a little while. Thoughts meandered through her mind, mostly about her daughter. She'd been acting secretly as of the last couple of days and Emily wanted to know what was the matter. Maybe it was boy trouble - not that Emily could help much with that. She hoped that Echo wouldn't fall into the wrong crowd, if there was such a thing here. Her daughter had to grow up some time, but Emily didn't want time to fly by too quickly. Echo needed to enjoy lots of things as much as possible... and so did she, Emily added as an afterthought.

Who: Giles and Theora
Where: The Café
When: Noon
What: Giles is chillaxin at the Café

"So do you think when it says "He cupped her breasts gently" that means they aren't that big?" Giles asked a male costumer that wondered by and they simply paused like he was joking and he continued. "Just for personal reference, sometimes I'm not that imaginative. These things don't give bra sizes either." When the costumer gawked at him like he was a pig, he gawked right back. " You read this stuff too, you just don't have the nads to do it in public."

Giles turned back to his book, a now obviously erotic one and he propped both legs on the table, one that was in the middle of the area. He sipped at his beverage rather daintily when he noticed another customer was staring at him from his excerpt he shared rather loudly.

"It's gets down to business after that. I can share that with you if that's more appealing." Giles often hated when the men were all romantic. Just do her already. Shrugging, he continued.

Who: Giles and Adam
Where: The beach
When: 5:00 PM
What: Operation Adam corruption

A man of the outside nature, rather he liked to admit or not, Giles was walking amongst the sand. But he wasn't the thoughtful, barefoot type. He just was tired of the forest terrain and was longing for a change of scenery. So, that granted he walked amongst the uneven ground undisturbed. Giles now began to ponder the fact why no one was even in the area. It was reasonably nice out, despite the winds.

Giles had hoped he could catch some pondering idiot so he could ruin their "tranquil space" and persuade them to let him join them only to randomly bring up issues that may offend them or embarrass them enough to leave a space that he would happily occupy himself. When he saw someone in the distance, he practically was glowing. Giles walked up to the stranger and sat next to them.

"Don't mind if I do.."

Who: Simon and OPEN
Where: Combat gym
When: Afternoon
What: Simon might be a teeny bit angry.

His fist hit the bag too hard. It flew off the hook after one good solid punch. Boxing wasn't an art form his father used to say. Make 'em bleed, Thomas growled. Boxing is about bleeding. It ain't art. Simon looked at his knuckles. Red raw from smacking the leather bag. He looked at the floor. Damn bag. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and glared at the small red thing on the ground.

He kicked it. The bag smacked into the wall. The leather made a popping sound like fist on skin. "Fat load of good that'll do," Simon cursed. Wasn't no one around. He liked it that way. For now anyway.

Couped up for four months. Simon hated it. On the full moon he was by himself too. Sniffed the air and avoided the other beasts. Most remote corner he could find he ran off to so he was alone. Company was damn near unbearable since his father passed away. In the middle of the night while Simon was over two thousand miles from home.

Gritting his teeth like a dog he slammed his fist into the wall. "Goddamn IT!" Knuckles were bleeding for sure because of that move. Sometimes he just wasn't very bright.