Who: Yolanda, Greg and Emily
Where: Yolanda and Greg's place
When: late morning, after Emily visits Malcolm.
What: Emily informs Yolanda and Greg of Echo's being lost.

Emily racked her mind to remember where Yolanda's house was. Why hadn't she thought of this before? Yolanda was the last person to see Echo from what Emily remembered her daughter saying and perhaps there was some clue as to where she had been heading. She hoped there was some clue, but if not, at least another person knew that Echo was lost. That was comforting, if nothing else. Leaving the Storage Facility, Emily managed to find the house successfully and knocked on the door three times. It was going to be awkward if she disturbed something important but she couldn't help it, this was important to her. She bit her lip and waited for the door to open.

Though she was somewhat calmed from her talk with Malcolm, anxiety still struck her. It was difficult not to have worries about the well-being of her daughter, and she wrung her hands a little as she waited. Being so helpless was a terrible feeling and she never wanted it to happen again if she could help it.

Who: Yolanda(+Greg), Adrienne, and Zach
When: Evening~Night
Where: On the steps of Yola&Greg's Cottage (Yes, they're hanging out on the stoop.)
What: Jam Session Investigations

Yolanda closed her eyes while her fingers slid along the strings of her acoustic bass. One hand danced along the fretboard, while the other plucked, slapped, and popped the strings. Right now, she wasn't playing anything in particular, just going with what she felt like at the time. Her years of musical training guided, rather than dictated, her choices. Through it all she could hear Greg keeping up, adding his own flair to the mix. Occasionally one would comment to the other, but for the most part, they let the music do the talking. Yola lived for this sort of thing, and they'd been at it for a while now. Sometimes practicing a song from one of their old sets, sometimes with new material, and sometimes, like now, just playing until the music stopped on it's own.

"Okay, Santa Sangre next?" A new song, one that they'd started writing after they arrived in Elysium. "I've got a few ideas I want to try out." She began to down-tune her bass. Not as loud as her baby, which was back in the apartment -- uhm, cottage. What a weird thought. She always imagined log cabins, real Abraham Lincoln shit when the word came to mind.
( "Speaking of sangre, we're running low," )

Who: Yolanda, Greg, Emily & Echo (The attack of the shared journals.)
When: Evening.
Where: Helicharis, random street
What: Mother and Daughter meet Sire and Childe

"But it's still fucking weird though." Yolanda was walking backwards, facing her so-called sire Gregory, as they wandered down a street in Helicharis. Every once in a while she checked behind her to make sure she didn't hit anyone, or anything, but for the most part, she just kept going.

"We've been here for months." Greg arched an eyebrow at her. "You're telling me you're not used to it yet?" She really needed to be more adaptable. Although he knew that nothing lasted forever, even them, he did hope that she would live long enough to see the world change as much as he did. Sometimes he worried about her.

"No. I'm really not." She laughed, fully aware of how she sounded. "I mean, it's a city, right? But where are the cars." She stopped, forcing Greg to stop short in order to avoid bumping into her, and stretched out her arms, doing a three hundred and sixty degree turn. "I mean, what's a city without cars?"

He smirked at her and shook his head. "I dunno, New York City didn't have all that many cars when I was your age." Which was to say, they didn't have any. Stank like hell too, with all the horseshit around.

"Okay fine, you were around before cars." She rolled her eyes, and slumped back against a nearby building. "It doesn't make it any less weird for me," she muttered. Reaching into one of her cargo pockets, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. "Want?" she offered, but he shook his head.
( "Don't tell me you were driving around in one of those old cars that you had to crank!"  )