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: Marley and Heath
Where: The Wine Bar
When: Evening
What: Marley manages to get into the Wine Bar and is looking for some 'fun'

Marley was dressed sexier than usual. She was trotting towards the Wine Bar in a black dress and black high heels with a rather devious expression on her face. She couldn’t look eighteen. She had to look like a hot piece of ass ready to get into the bar for something to drink. Age was like..21 right? She wanted some booze. She wanted to talk to someone. Screw being in a house with her dad, this was a bit exciting. Kazuki got her a dress that complimented what little breasts she had. She fixed her hair to be perfectly straight and made herself look older through good makeup and better posture.

She walked into the winebar like a natural and sat in the far corner crossing her legs with class. God, this was actually difficult. The empath wanted to feel like a true adult, wanted to feel like she could get someone to come to her. She couldn’t just beg for a drink. Maybe she could persuade someone to get Ms. Carrot top a drink. Her hair got her attention, but it was time to get some appreciation for something else.

Who: Marley and Zach
When: Afternoon
Where: Leaving the ceramics then wherever!
What: Not your average run in..

“God. This is so boring.” Marley complained, looking at her designed pottery from the ceramics shop. She drew her paintbrush across the half designed art piece slowly in messy motions. “I’m getting sleepy doing this.” So why sit there and complain? It was time for her to get off her behind and do something. She probably should have been a good girl and should have cleaned up her paintbrushes and put away her teapot. But instead she merely got up and walked away from her project. That’s what employees were for, right? To clean up messes and all? Not just greet people?

Marley walked through the town in search for something that caught her eye. No, she didn’t want to go to the sweet’s shop. The café was a place she already visited and she wasn’t just going to sit around and ‘hang out’ in the art store. She had enough of art today. She was a little restless today so the library was out of the question but so was walking around in the streets looking like an idiot.

The girl knew she had been a bit more edgy lately, but it got her to get out more. It was growing comforting to know she wasn’t tucking herself in the library and in her cottage anymore. Was it a maturing thing? Maybe. It would suck for her dad to have a bitchy daughter for the rest of his life.

When she slightly ran into someone, she didn't yell. She just gave a glare like it was their fault and began to move on. Jerk. She didn’t pay attention to who it was, or how mean she just was.

“People need to watch where they are going.” She mumbled.

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: Logan and Marley
Where: Helicharis, near the library
When: Afternoon
What: Mmmm... Chocolate...


For months, eating for Logan was only the basic necessities. It was whatever they could find, eaten as quickly as possible so they could keep moving. Taste wasn't something that was worried about. It was just a matter of survival.

Now, here in Elysium, he was spoiled for things to enjoy. Everyone seemed willing to share things, because nothing cost any money.

Logan still wasn't used to it. He didn't know if he would ever be used to it. It was all... Overwhelming.

What Logan had missed the most during his journey was chocolate. Sweet, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate.

As it turned out, his sister shared his sweet tooth. She kept a good supply of chocolate in the house. Logan had snuck a bag of colorful, candy-coated chocolates into his backpack when he went out. They were like M&Ms, but not quite.... M&Ms, after all, didn't exist any more. But they were close. Close enough for Logan.

Logan had found a quiet place near the library. He reached into his bag and took out the chocolates. He took his time, opening the bag and inhaling the scent. It had been far too long since he had just enjoyed the scent of chocolate.

He took one of the colorful confections and placed it on his tongue. He closed his eyes and savored the rich taste as it melted on his tongue. He licked his lips, trying to make the taste last. Oh, he had a whole bag of candy, but one thing the last few months had taught him was he needed to cherish ever moment like this.

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.