Who: Katy and Jake
When: closer to mid afternoon, after being released from the medical pavilion.
Where: Around the town cottages
What: exploring the winter wonderland that is Elysium.

Katy walked out into the snow and shivered. When the nightmare of Christmas was finally over and they allowed her to leave the medical pavilion, she promptly went home and bundled up in her warmest coat. She was covered in a thick jacket, leather gloves, and a woolen hat, a different less flashy one since her meeting with Douglas, over her head pulled down over her ears to keep them warm. It had been snowing pretty much all week and had left Elysium looking like a winter wonderland. Katy remembered the first time she saw snow as a teenager in Colorado. She had been excited enough to run out into the fresh powder barefoot. That had been mistake she had not wanted to repeat, but turning into a werewolf on Christmas Eve and waking up in a snowdrift completely naked seemed to have similar notes as to her childhood activitiy, except she had no control over the event. She looke down at her shoes. She was currently wearing some thick soled boots that would protect her feet now at least.

Katy sneezed into her sleeve and rubbed her reddened nose. She hoped she wasn't coming down with a cold.

Snow flurries were still fluttering down from the roof of her cottage as Katy reached down and picked up ball of snow. She patted it compact in her hands and looked around. There weren’t many people outside in front of the cottages. There were abandoned snowmen and intentions in the snow that looked like someone was trying to make a snow angel. She suspected that many of the kids had a moved on to find a hill where they could sled down, or to play with whatever toys their parents had been able to fashion for them. She could still hear the squeals of excitement that were obviously coming from a distance away.

That sounded pretty fun actually.

Katy made her way through the trees watching her breath crystallize into visible moisture. It almost looked like she was smoking without an actual cigarette. She nearly stumbled over a snow drift because she was not paying attention when she came across the pond. Most of it looked frozen over. She looked around and wondered if anyone had tested this part of the pond yet. They had the man-made ice rink in town, but Katy didn't really want to fall on her butt with the whole population of Elysium watching. She picked up a heavy stick and started to poke at the iced over water before she decided to brave putting a foot on the frozen pond.

Katy grinned as she dodged snow balls thrown by kids. It really was her own fault that she was getting pummeled with snow. She had entered the crossfire after all. Katy held her camera protectively as she raced by the flying snowballs. She hadn't realized that after the end of the world was the time she'd find herself being a war correspondent. She picked up a loose snowball and chunked it at the nearest kid, although it hopelessly fell apart before making its intended mark. The kids laughed at her efforts before attacking each other again.

Finally she was safely away from the snowball artillery's range. She had come outside to capture images of the snow and people playing it. She turned around and snapped a picture of the kids and ran off before they decided to move closer in and start pelting her with the frozen slush again. She took a picture of a family making a snow man together, and a picture of some girls making snow angels.  It had been a while actually since she had brought out her father’s camera. She found that she had missed it greatly. It was like an old friend, and she needed to finish the roll so she could go ahead and develop the photographs.

Someone suddenly called out, “Watch out below!”

She just nearly missed being hit by a sled on its way down from a bunny hill.  Not that it would have done much damage, but Katy didn’t want bruises on her shins. She walked a little away from the more active areas near the cottages.  When she heard a click from a shutter and the unmistakable sound of a Polaroid camera expelling its film, she turned her head quickly and noticed a man with the camera.

Had it been pointed in her direction? Katy narrowed her eyes in thought. She was wearing a pretty thick jacket, and some close-fitting but warm pants. She also had on a funny knit hat with pompoms hanging down the sides, and one on top of it as well. Her hair was down and curling slightly, but she would hardly consider how she looked at the moment worth taking a picture of.

She grinned and picked up her camera, focusing the lens and zooming in to get a good closer look at the man with the Polaroid.  “Hey there, say cheese!”  She pressed the button down and the picture was now in her camera. It was tit-for-tat as far as she considered.

Who: Katy and OPEN
When: late morning
Where: wandering around the town
What: Katy's suffering from cabin fever.

Katy practically ran out of her house as made herself go out for a while. She was tired of being cooped up alone in her cottage. The full moon was coming up soon, and she was feeling agitated. The wolf within was excited to be free again soon. Ever since she had been turned it was like having that time of the month, twice in one month.

Homesickness had kept her within the confines of her new house. It was hard to think of that place as a home yet. She hadn't even unpacked most of her stuff, and she had hidden away in the cupboards the mementos and souvenirs that she had bought for her father and brother while traveling Europe. She didn't care about the ranch back in Colorado. She was worried about her father and her brother, whom she wanted to believe were ok. And like always, she constantly missed her mother.

She needed something to calm her nerves. She was used to rise in feral feelings that came with being a were now. Eight years as a lycan, and she still would get jittery when the time got close to the transformation. She wanted a distraction, but Katy hadn't met many people in Elysium yet, which was quite odd for her. In the past she has had many friends, although she kept to herself at certain times of the month like this.

Katy walked by the marketplace and went up to the fresh food stalls. She quickly grabbed a red apple, winked at the vender, and wandered off further. She wove around the archways, in and out as the ate the fruit loving the satisfying crunch. She wore her dark hair down and it swirled around her face. Her energy was high, and she was having fun despite the odd looks she was drawing toward her performance.

She'd probably get herself lost if she kept up her routine, so she stopped and left the food stalls to wander aimlessly around the market place. She pulled on the jacket she had brought with her and slipped her arms into the sleeves as she peeked into the windows of the shops, covering the side of her face with her hands as she looked inside.