Who: Pryce (Narrative)
When: Early Morning
Where: Farmlands
What: Jogging... when he meets an untimely end.

Pryce wasn’t an idiot when it came to health. He ate three proportional meals a day, drank plenty of water to stay hydrated, and worked out without working out too much to the point that his body just couldn’t take it anymore. He was relatively healthy as far as he knew. He started off the day like he started off everyday, jogging in the early morning rays of the sun. Sweat pooled from his skin, soaking his clothing in certain spots. His heart raced inside of his chest. His muscles burned from the workout he was receiving as he ran.

The only problem was he didn’t notice the telltale signs of something going wrong. He missed the chills for the sweat and mistook the pain for workout aches. Pryce kept running, the wind blowing in his face as trees loomed on the horizon beyond the harvested field. In such a beautiful setting, nothing could have gone wrong.

( Assuming that, first and foremost, was an incorrect step. )

Who: Pryce and Kazuki (with a special guest appearance by Zane!)
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Stuck in a storage closet. How will they ever get out?

Pryce held both of his forearms outward, the flat of his hands aimed toward the door in front of himself. His eyes were closed as if he was trying to focus really, really hard. Taking a deep breath, Pryce exhaled it slowly and spoke to a figure behind him. "If you break my concentration," he began, "I'll use you to open the door. Do we have an understanding?" Nice, brunt, and to the point. The initial talking, jibberish, and slamming his fist into the door hadn't gotten them anywhere, but it did give Pryce a sore hand. Pryce knew their best bet was for him to use his powers to open the door, and that's what he was going to do.

His mind focused on using half of the force behind his full capabilities. If the door didn't fly immediately off its hinges because of that, well then Pryce wasn't sure what to do. He took another deep breath. Exhaled. Finally, all of his muscles noticeably tensed up. His face was strained, the veins in his arms and hands bulging.

A small dent appeared in the metal door.

Pryce suddenly opened his eyes, hands still held out. He stared in shock at how two-hundred pounds of brute force psychokinetic power couldn't open the damn door! A slew of curse words exited Pryce's mouth, and he rammed his shoulder into the obstacle in their path.

"Ow," the doctor said, stumbling away from the storage closet's door. Well, that didn't work either. "Good grief, we're trapped in here," Pryce said morbidly.

Who: Zane, Amada, Theora, James Pryce, Emily Planck, and guests!
Where: The beach
When: 4 PM
What: Their wedding!



It was right on the edge of sunset, the sky over the lake was the perfect shade pinky-red, casting a gentle light over the waiting beach below. The weather was beyond perfect....just cool enough to keep everyone from being uncomfortable, warm enough to give the nuptials that balmy tropic feel they'd been going for. Not far from the water bungalows on the beach a number of white wooden folding chairs were set up on either side of a makeshift aisle, the sand strewn with flower petals, the edges of the walkway marked off with green grasses "planted" into the sand. At the end was an archway, one that was simple and white, the structure wrapped in an elegant ivy-like plant that wove its way around it. Tangled in the vines were several of the flowers Amada and Zane had selected, the bright blooms standing out against the deep green of the foliage paired with them. People were taking in the sights as they arrived, seating themselves as the time for things to begin drew nearer and nearer. Though they weren't truly needed yet, a few tiki torches were lit to illuminate the area where the ceremony would be taking place.

What few members of the wedding party there were waited at the end of the aisle along with Zane, the evening kept as simple as possible. It wouldn't fit the couple to have had some overly involved event, they just weren't the type. They loved one another and that, not some spectacle, was to be the center of the evening. Set a fair distance off from the actual ceremony space was a little white tent, in which the wedding party had put the finishing touches on themselves before heading out. In it now, Amada waited until it was her time to head out, until it was time to make her way to Zane.

The gentle gold/green of the dress she'd wanted had come out perfectly, the color made even more stunning by the rich tan her already dark skin was sporting. Her make-up was kept simple for the night, her hair pinned back and up off of her neck, a pair of gold earrings Zane had given her for an earlier birthday dangling from her ears. Her feet were bare, given the sand, and as she emerged she lifted the hem of her dress in one hand to keep it from dragging. The other held her bouquet, a bunch of gorgeous white lily-like flowers. Even as she made her way across the sand and towards the aisle, her eyes were riveted to Zane....she couldn't look away, she couldn't have looked anywhere else if she'd wanted to. All she saw was him, waiting for her, waiting for them to be married...

( Zane swallowed past the lump in his throat... )

Who: Midori and OPEN
When: Afternoon
Where: Combat Gym
What: Working out frustrations

Midori took a deep breath. Her eyes were shut tightly. There was so much on her mind, she needed to center herself, focus on one thing at a time. Serving as the head of the Celestial Kitsune for so many years, she was good at this. But things involving Mitsuko tended to muddle situations, made it all so much harder to figure out.

Gone were Midori's usual formal kimono. Instead, she wore a casual hakama and gi. The clothing she donned to practice in. Going through the movements of combat centered her in a way nothing else did.

Keeping her eyes closed, Midori let her body guide it's own movements. They were fluid, with a natural grace. Each step and turn of her body was smooth. It was almost as if it were a dance, but each movement had a dangerous edge to it. Her kata was in no doubt part of a deadly art, one she was quite good at.

Once she finished the final move, she went still. Her eyes remained closed, but she knew there was someone there, behind her. She had felt the presence during her kata. "I do not do this for entertainment," Midori said softly, a dangerous tone in her voice. "If you plan to watch me, I suggest you attack."

Who: Pryce and Zane
When: Morning!
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Pryce needs advice. :O

Pryce slammed his hand down multiple times over the counter as he walked along the side of it towards Zane. Halting next to his friend and colleague, he immediately pointed his finger at Zane and gave him a dead serious gaze. "Look, Smith," Pryce began, turning around and leaning his back against the counter. He rested his elbows on the surface. "Woman issues," he said vaguely, gesturing in between the two of them with one of his hands. "We need to talk."

That was Pryce's smooth way of indicating that he needed advice. After all, he sent a note to Ms. Planck about having dinner and she couldn't accept dinner over apparently not having a proper conversation with him. Wasn't that was dates were for? Having conversations and getting to know each other? Pryce was stumped. Had the rules of dating changed since he'd been on the bench all this time? Ms. Planck wanted to be friends before going on a date, which didn't make much sense, and the very idea horrified Pryce because he didn't understand it.

A smirk formed upon Zane's face after Pryce's announcement of 'woman issues'. It was rare for the other man to even mention anything to do with women so Zane was immediately interested. He turned his attention to his colleague and raised an interested brow. "Woman issues, huh?" Zane wondered if he was an expert in women considering he managed to snag one long enough to get engaged. Though all things considering, he was probably only an expert at Amada and any other woman would have left him confused.

( “So what's on your mind?” he asked finally, all of his attention on Pryce. )

Who: Pryce, Zane, and Umeko!
Where: Medical Pavilion
When: 2 PM
What: Boys will be boys. A.K.A. The Wheelchair Race of the Psychokinetics!

"Alllll riiiight, c'mon boy!" Pryce encouraged loudly, patting his wheelchair as he sat beside his fellow doctor and colleague. However, he wasn't encouraging his fellow doctor — he was encouraging his set of wheels. The two of them were already sitting in their chosen wheelchairs for the world-renowned psychokinetic doctor pastime called Wheelchair Racing. The objective of the game was to get as far as one could, without getting tired, on their wheelchair by using only their mind to move it. It wasn't as easy as it sounded either.

Pryce's wheelchair was specially decorated to look like it resembled a car. With a shiny, red-painted metal exterior and rims so bright he could see his reflection in them on the wheels, it looked like it wanted to be a classic vehicle. Turning his head to look at Zane, Pryce narrowed his eyes like this was a Western and they were about to have a Showdown of Epic Proportions. "Are you ready to taste the dust of my wheels, Smith?" he challenged, pulling out and twirling imaginary guns from imaginary holsters. He blew the smokin' and imaginary barrels of the guns and put them away again.

Stretching out his arms, as if he was actually going to use them, Pryce readied himself for the race. "All you have to ask yourself, partner, is do you feel lucky?"

Who: Open to All [especially Sanura Hart and Vienna Kwon]
When: Morning
Where: Outside Sanura's cottage and outside of Vienna's cottage
What: It's raining dead animals...

The night was long and quiet, and the morning was greeted with the soft sprinkling of rain from the heavens above. A cool, and crisp start to the morning; the kind of start that refreshed the spirits and awakened the senses. Rain - clean and baptismal, washed away the sins of the night leaving nothing behind except fresh dew drops and unsullied scents. It fell upon windows softly, tapping against the glass with gentleness.

Pitter patter, pitter patter . . .

An unspoken invitation to enjoy the outdoors while it is born anew and unfettered. An invitation for one to open his or her eyes and see what the morning held, what the new sun brought with its dew-dropped rays. Underneath the dawning of a new day and its cleansing raindrops, of course, there could be nothing but a fiery rose-colored sunrise to behold and the promise of another beautiful day born from its quenched ashes. It was another day to meet with friends and family, another day to enjoy the splendor of living like every other day before it.

Yet, the smell of death traveled on the air. Newly rotting flesh of fresh corpses, but corpses of what? It was hard to say, the smell could not be fully sensed. For those close to it, it was all too familiar and real, though, and the day did not bring such nice tidings for them . . .


OOC note: There will be sub-threads for each character's house. The character is urged to reply, but it is also open for anyone who happens to be passing by or anyone who wants their character to get in on the fun! Remember though, the cottages are not near one another so the two sub-threads will not overlap. Please reply to the appropriate sub-thread ^^

Who: Werewolves, friends, family... and fellow doctors.
Where: Medical Pavilion
When: Starts early morning, lasts throughout the day.
What: Time to treat the werewolves for their many, many injuries!

OOC Note: You don't have to interact with anyone in this thread (just put your character's name and [Narrative] beside it if they are just describing how they feel today/their injuries. Other than that, people can interact if they want.)

“Doctor coming through!” Pryce shouted above everyone’s heads. “Doctor coming through, people! Move it, move it, move it!”

He bumped and pushed and elbow-shoved his way through a massive crowd of family members and friends all huddled around one of the werewolves’ beds. Yikes on Mickey Mouse’s button up mini-trousers, there were way too many people up in here today. If he had to shove his way through another crowd of concerned and weeping babblers, Pryce was convinced he just may jump out of the first floor windows to his untimely end against a heap of sharply bladed grass. Oh darn, you evil, evil sharply bladed grass.

All of them were banged up pretty good, especially a young female one. Pryce raised an eyebrow at that once they brought her in and started treating her. The sleazy part of his mind wondered if all of the male werewolves decided to get frisky with her, but he wasn't asking that question out loud. Choosing to avoid her bed and make his way toward one of the other werewolves' beds, he found a young man trying to get up despite his injuries. "Sit your ass back down," Pryce said sternly, as he came to stop with his crossed arms over his chest. "You aren't going anywhere, bucko."

Snapping his fingers, Pryce drew over one of the cute nurses to occupy the boy. "Make sure he stays in bed," Pryce told her, bouncing his eyebrows up and down. He walked off once she widened her eyes at him. "Toodles!" Pryce shouted, walking away and waving his arm in the air without turning back around.

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!"