Who: Jack Harrell, Ath Dara Curran
Where: The shores of Van'ture Lake
When: Eleven-ish
What: Ath Dara is completely lost

( This. . .this was not good. )

WHO: Werewolves and anyone who wants to linger around the barrier ^_^
WHERE: North East of Helicharis (just beyond the Abandoned Elven Palace)
WHEN: Approximately 5:30 PM (1.5 hours before sunset)
WHAT: Werewolf playtime

Important OOC notes: 1) Start sub-threads in this post by posting the name of all characters involved in the subject and the approximate time of night that particular scene is happening. 2) You can choose how your character arrived at the enclosure. 3) Don't forget to describe the character shifting and what they look like while shifted. 4) Don't forget that the transformation hurts unless you are used to it. 5) Lastly, have fun and go wild with it!

There was an ominous feel to the evening as the sun began to descend in the sky. The forest was quiet, eerily so, as the animals that lived there burrowed themselves deep into their homes. They knew what was on its way by instinct, knew what the full moon meant and the terror it would soon bring. They could feel it in the same way that the lycanthropes felt the ache in their bones.

The wind howled, a long and lonely cry that told of the foreboding moon. The werewolves would be out tonight, their howls echoing among the trees and carried on the breeze. The North Eastern part of the forest would be their home tonight; the entire area would be blocked off by a barrier. Orc shamans and their powerful totems lined the perimeter of the forested area and waited for the Weres to occupy the designated space. One by one they would come, some on foot, others in wagons pulled by only the bravest of Elven steeds and handlers. The lycans' bodies would pulse with the power that was ready to be set free as their beasts clawed just beneath the surface waiting impatiently for the sun to sink below the horizon.

Ten shaman surrounded the area on all sides, and those moments before the sun's rays slept for the night they would focus their energy into their totems to cast the invisible barrier. The power of the wise orcs was more than enough to hold the lycanthropes inside. It kept the citizens of Elysium safe from their hungry teeth and sharp claws, while still giving the wild beasts enough space to hunt and run free under the light of the full moon.

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: Jack Harrell & Simon Myles
When: Friday, mid-morning
Where: In Helicharis, outside the combat gym and further.
What: Jack's musing on what this time of year used to mean, and what it's come to mean.

( Watching football and swearing at the television was a typical, boring, average way to spend an August afternoon, but it was what Jack was used to, and it was one of the activities that he missed most. )

Who: Open to anyone who wants to go to the funeral
When: Evening
Where: Town Hall
What: Raidon Nagamori's Funeral


Giving to Mitsuko's rogue-like nature, most would not believe her to be a spiritual person. While it was true, she would most likely wade through the serpent-infested water when it was her time to cross Sanzu-no-kawa, the rites and rituals of her upbringing were ingrained deeply within her.

Her father would have shared these beliefs. He was raised in the same skulk as her. He would have wanted a proper funeral.

She had wore black. For the other funerals she had gone to, she'd worn white. The skulk of Midori was pretty old-school. But she had lost her white kimono ages ago. So she chosen her dark black kimono, with a black obi, decorated white small, white flowers. Her hair was pinned up in a bun. It was a very different look from her normal, skimpy fashionista wear.

Mitsuko looked around the assemblage. None of them knew her father, save for Logan. But she supposed that was fitting.... After all, she didn't know him.

Logan. He was... Pretty much an adult. She hadn't expected that when Theora had asked her to care for him. But there he was, seventeen years old. A man. But he was a man scarred, broken.

He was unable to speak. Struck mute by the horrors he had seen. So it was up to Mitsuko to lead the service.

Slowly, Mitsuko walked to the casket Idehr had made. She opened it, looking down at the white fox inside. Her hand trembling, she reached inside and touched a hand to Raidon's head. His fur was soft beneath her fingers. He was lying on a pile of clothes.

Carefully, Mitsuko pulled the hakama around her father's fox body, folding right side under the left.

She picked up the small bowl of water next to the casket. She dipped two fingers into it, placing it against Raidon's mouth, moistening it with the water.

Mitsuko reached into her kimono and pulled out a small bag. Opening it, she produced six coins. She placed them next to the body.

"For your trip, father," MItsuko whispered in Japanese.

She heard the snap of a lighter and looked to her side. Logan was beside her, lighting incense. He met her eyes briefly, but quickly lowered his head and continued his work.

Mitsuko went to the podium, where the Head Council made their announcements. She took a deep breath.

"I didn't know my father," she admitted. "My mother left him before I was born. But... I know he cared for me. That I remained in his thoughts always."

Mitsuko felt a tug on her sleeve. She turned to Logan. He held out a picture to her. She accepted it from him. It was a photo of Raidon Nagamori with a beautiful woman. They were getting married. The car they were running towards had a sign on it reading Congratulations Raidon and Ceridwen.

"He was married," Mitsuko said. "To a woman named Ceridwen. And then had a son, Logan." Mitsuko looked at the hurt expression on Logan's face. "And Logan loved them very much. They died trying to get him to safety. And they succeeded. They brought him to me." She looked at him very seriously. "And I promise I will not let them down."

Who: Cilia Quin & Jack Harrell
When: Early Morn Thursday, August 23rd, 2007
Where: Lake Van'taurë
What: Cilia's morning fishing regime

Slowly blackened eyes opened revealing the changing light of the dawn of the new day. It was early in the morning, Cilia knew as she looked around to find most of those around her just waking as well. The rock under her belly was warm, too warm for waking up so she moved quietly off or it and onto the gravel of the beach. It was cool under her belly, but just the encouragement she needed to get moving. Many around her were working on the same schedule and although there was lots of movement on the beach, there was a morning hush. Every morning with the Seals was the same and it was something Cilia adored. Quietly she slipped off the edge of large rock formation and into the Lake. As the water surrounded her skin, she felt awakened and ready for the day she had laid out the night before. Without warning something struck her side, turning in the water she found her brother by her side ready to help.

He unlike her had not reached the point of being able to shed his skin, but he was close and she wanted more than anything for him to gain the ability. She thought it would be nice to have her brother with her in this strange new world. For now though he resided in Lake Van'taurë.

Turning sharply she roughly pushed her nose into his ribcage and then swam off with him in hot pursuit. It was a good morning, but as she caught sight of a school of fish she stopped playing and set her mind toward what she needed to do. The first few were eaten without hesitation. They were small and useless in trade, but perfect for her own rumbling stomach. As she caught the larger variety though, she stopped eating them and started collecting them as if she were to give them to her offspring. With her mouth full she headed back toward shore, where she deposited the fish in a barrel she had strung up to make the task easier.

After a good hour of finishing the barrel was full, but it was not only by her own making. Her brother as well as a few friends had helped her with the task. It was not that any of them would truly get anything out of it, but it was helping to support the world in which they lived and they were well aware that Cilia would do anything for them.

Sliding onto the shore, she undid her skin and stepped out of it wrapping it up within the protective bindings she had bought for it. Since coming to Elysium it had been her fear that someone would steal her skin and she would be unable to return to the sea with her brother and their friends. Nothing of the sort had happened, but she still worried. Putting on the earth bound clothing; she dusted off the light wrinkles that had set in the fabric before turning to complete her task. Pulling the cord at the bottom of the barrel the fish slid out and into a tunnel that she had constructed, the tunnel filtered the fish into a man-powered wagon. As the last of the fish slid onto one another, Cilia covered the wagon and waved goodbye to her brother with a smile.

Now was the more difficult task for the young girl and that was the trek into Helicharis with the wagon. It took her the better part of forty-five minutes every morning, but it was worth the walk. It was the service that provided for her and the one thing she was good at contributing.