Who: Everyone!
When: Evening
Where: The Arts and Trade Enclave
What: Grand Opening of the Enclave! Elected Vice Council members are announced! Not to mention, there’s a par-tay!

Tonight was the night for the Grand Opening of the Arts and Trade Enclave. After many careful months of renovating the original buildings located near the tip of the northern mountains, it was completed at last. What was once an old village had been turned into an enclave for learning and the arts, which had been deemed important by the Head Council for the community of Elysium. The public lacked a place to pursue their love of the arts and finer crafts, and now it was made possible for them with supplies, teachers, and more. It was one of the finest ideas for the haven’s people. Hopefully, it would come to fulfill the extra needs of the citizens.

As for the party itself, they had gone all out for the occasion. Gold and white ribbons decorated everything from the doors to the windows to the eaves of the roof, and everyone was dressed up for the occasion. Both inside and outside of the building, there were long tables dedicated to serving snack foods and beverages to the attendees. The ballroom was open, serving as a dance floor for the evening with live music, and even the patio beyond was lit by glowing lanterns and a full crowd of mingling people.

The party had been going on for no more than thirty minutes so far when it was time for the Head Council to announce the elected members of Vice Council. The music ceased temporarily out on the patio as the three of them made an appearance on the stage in place of the entertainment for the evening.

( “Welcome, everyone!” Dylan announced with a smile. )

Who: Roswell and Elijah
When: Afternoon
Were: The Library
What: Offering some books!

"Can you do me a favor?!" Roswell somewhat hit her back against the library door, hoping that she would be heard within the interior of the building. "Open the door please!?" She had several books within her grasp, stacked high enough to cover the view ahead of her. She had doubles of all sorts of books and she usually, oddly picked the more worn out books as a keeper instead of the newer versions. She figured people would want the newer ones anyways.

"Come on! Please!?" Her hands were extended wide like she was holding a large bin and she was actually quite pleased that for a while she hadn't dropped a book within a few yards of her travels. One of her books she dropped at least seventeen times. She could smell the wet dirt and worried the book might be too dirty to donate.

Finally, someone opened up the door and Roswell almost fell backwards. Laughing it off, she headed to the closest table and plopped the books down. They weren't the average books such as books for children. They were Wiccan books, books on haunted locations, greek mythology books, vampire books, folklore-things of that nature.

When she saw someone who appeared lost, she somewhat waved them down. "Can I help you?"