Who: Sascha and Irei (and others? TBD)
When: TBD
Where: TBD
What: Tragedy is afoot (or a hand!)

Who: Sascha and Susie
When: Early morning
Where: Sascha and Irei's bungalow and surrounding waters
What: Good morning, neighbor. :)

Sascha had never been much of an early riser. Somehow it had always been a necessity for him- morning classes were such a bitch sometimes- and he usually chose to combat the god-awful hours by downing a pot of black coffee. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't; on this particular morning, the caffeine was taking its own sweet time kicking in.

Not that he really needed another excuse for being so on edge- after all, the voluntary search parties were scheduled to set out today, and Sascha was already feeling a little anxious. He was far more concerned about Dione's well-being than he appeared to be, and the guilt he felt over his last confrontation with the blind medium was still fresh. If he'd only told someone what he'd discovered then, maybe her abduction could have been prevented; she could have been taken someplace safe, someplace that twisted maniac couldn't find her...but it didn't matter now. She and Adrienne were both long gone, and now it was time to find them.

The rising sun blazed red across the surface of the lake, and Sascha slid a lit cigarette between his lips before leaning his elbows against the railing and looking out over the lightly rippling water. He'd already assembled a small kit to take with him on the expedition and had otherwise prepared himself, save for his obvious lack of concentration. His thoughts were all beginning to blend together distractingly in his head, and as he reached up to rub at his temple, his lighter slipped from his fingers and into the water below.

"...shit," he muttered a little belatedly, glancing over the railing to see if he could spot the lighter somewhere beneath the waves. The water around the bungalows was shallower than other parts of the lake, but hardly enough to allow him to wade out and retrieve the personally engraved item. It figured, though. What a perfectly discouraging start to the day.

Who: Theora (Narrative)
When: Early morning
Where: Town Square
What: Putting together search parties.

The haven was in an uproar following the discovery of Dante’s escape from the dungeons. It was still a mystery to those investigating the scene, but the most pressing matter of the moment was the apprehension of the sociopath. And if that wasn’t enough for the council, and the authorities to deal with they also had to factor in the presence of possibly two hostages – Adrienne Conté and Dione Castel.

A town meeting was called in the early morning hours. The citizens had a right to know what was happening, but to also gather volunteers for the upcoming search parties. While the guards in Elysium were very capable there was a higher chance of success when more people were incorporated. The powers of the citizens could not be overlooked, and if they worked together Dante would have very little chance of escaping.

Theora stood behind the podium in front of the gathering crowd. Once the din of whispers died down she began to speak. “People of Elysium we have called you forth in order to ask for your assistance concerning the situation with Dante Donovan. I will not lie to you; he is a very dangerous man, and he has taken two young women captive in his escape. We ask for your assistance in this matter. There is much land to cover, and we simply do not have enough guards to traverse the land efficiently. This is a volunteer mission, and please do not feel obligated to extend your services. We also ask that everyone lock your doors tightly tonight. We are still unsure of Dante’s whereabouts, but we will do everything in our power to keep all of you safe.”

Theora stepped down from the podium, and opened herself for questions from the citizens.

OOC: If your character is interested in being part of a search party please comment here. Put "Note to the Council" in the subject, and write a little something that expresses your character's desire to volunteer.

Who: Sascha and Dione
When: Evening
Where: Dione's bungalow
What: Time for a long overdue visit

Three months. It had been nearly three months since Sascha had last visited his musically inclined friend, and he felt more than a little guilty about the fact. He'd tried to drop by the Wine Bar from time to time, but something always ended up preventing him from following through on his plans. It also seemed that Dione would periodically go missing, which was strange but also understandable. The medium had certainly never been the most social of creatures, anyway.

Even his attempt to visit her the previous day had been thwarted by bad timing, as he'd learned after talking to Irei. The necromancer, apparently, had been able to pin the woman down long enough to get a piano lesson out of her. Well, that just meant that if Sascha wanted to see her, he would have to stop relying on her appearances at the Wine Bar and go straight to the source.

That was how he'd ended up on the doorstep of her bungalow just before sunset, knocking tentatively and waiting for an answer. He'd never visited Dione at home before; he knew that she tended to keep to herself. He hadn't exactly been invited here tonight, either, so he really hoped she opened the door.

"Anybody home? Miss Dione? I promise I'm not selling anything. It's me, Sascha."

Who: Mavis and Sascha
When: Afternoon
Where: The Market area
What: Mavis literally runs into someone new.

"Oh shit!" Mavis cursed while trying to reach her hand up towards the sky in order to catch a flying piece of paper that swung back and forth slowly. Stupid wind. Ugh, it was so cold out too. She wasn't meant to hold a bundle of papers not tucked safely inside a folder. They were tightly in her grasp, but apparently they weren't held tight enough. The piece of paper was pretty precious since it was a sheet music. Rare sheet music to be exact that she had discovered at the library and yeah okay she ripped the pages out. So sue her! Wait..she couldn't like..actually get in trouble for doing such a thing could she? Man, then she really should get that piece of paper just in case. She didn't know what she could get in hot water for around here.

As a rush of wind blew on by, the paper began whirling even further away from her. She was blind to the people around her and was just focused on getting that damn piece of paper back. Mavis bumped into several people who either grumbled a curse, or asked what the hell her problem was. "Hey get that piece of paper for me, dammit!" She growled, yet pleaded.

Eventually, she felt the paper within her grasp. But on the losing side, she clashed into someone hard enough to make her head spin. Saying sorry would have been awesome, but she had her piece of sheet music, yes! She also didn't lose any of her other papers.

"Yes I got it!!" She didn't realize she had fallen on her behind and was doing a fist pump. Finally, it occurred to her that she had collided with someone. "Uh..are you okay?" She asked dumbly.

Who: Sascha and Zach
When: Mid-day
Where: Market Square, the Park
What: An unexpected rendezvous

Sweeney was starting to develop a phobia- not that Sascha could blame her, exactly. After all, quite a few nasty incidents had taken place in some of the very public spaces of Helicharis: the encounter with Danté just a few days prior, for instance, or the harpy attack the previous fall. Brasco hadn't been around for the latter, but Sascha could tell from the way the muscled black mutt stalked along beside his female companion that the both of them were more alert than usual.

It was a cold and relatively gusty day for a lunch in the park, but that's exactly what the trio had planned. Sascha and the dogs munched and mingled their way around the Fresh Food Pavilion, charming various delectables from the vendors (and even a few fellow shoppers) before heading out onto the open grounds for a little romping. They'd eaten very light, so the telepath wasn't too concerned about upsetting any stomachs.

Sascha raced back and forth with the dogs in hot pursuit, laughing and darting away when they drew up on either side of him. He dug in his coat pocket for the tennis ball he'd stashed there earlier, and with a flick of his wrist he sent it flying across the stretch of dead grass, watching in amusement as Sweeney and Brasco raced to beat the other to the prize. It was rare that he took the time to enjoy simple pleasures like this, and he began to entertain the idea of not returning to the library at all that day. It would be terribly unprofessional, of course, but he was dangerously close to the point of not giving a damn. He just wanted to play with his dogs.

Who: Sascha and Logan
When: Mid-morning
Where: The library
What: Someone's having a change of heart (and possibly employment)

Sascha had been discharged from the Medical Pavilion nearly three days ago, but he was still trying to readjust. The encounter with Danté seemed to have knocked a few screws loose in his head- figuratively speaking, of course, although he had a nice shiner over his left eye to show for it as well- and no matter what he did, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was...off. Wrong. Not quite right.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that seemed so off, but he was beginning to think that maybe it was just him. Maybe he was all wrong. And this place, this job, was really starting to grate on his nerves. He paused for a moment in his mental wangst-ing to shoot a rubber band at Rowan, smirking victoriously as it hit its target smack dab between the elf's shoulder blades. Rowan turned around to glare and gesture rudely at Sascha, and the telepath couldn't help but chuckle. He had taught his elven friend everything he knew about library hijinks and flashed middle fingers, after all.

His amusement was only temporary, though, and within minutes Sascha was back to shelving books and sulking. Sure, he loved books, and he loved being around people, too, but this was almost like torture. He was one of those people who was just born to talk- a lot- and the library was a horrible setting for that particular activity. He wanted to interact with people, to show them just what it was about the books he loved that made him love them, to...to...

He didn't quite get to finish his thought because at just that moment, someone who hadn't noticed him crouched on the floor in front of adult fiction, bookcase 'G' tripped right over him and knocked the both of them to the floor. Brilliant.

Who: Dylan [Narrative]
When Morning
Where: His office in Town Hall.
What: Dylan is conflicted by Hayate’s heroic actions and Dante’s confession to the murders.
Note: Just have your character respond with a comment that is a letter to Dylan!

Dylan paced his office as the sun was rising, trying to make sense of the events from the past few days. He pulled back a curtain to reveal the early morning sky pink from the rainfall. Glad for the moment of silence away from people, Dylan simply studied the clouds and cleared his mind of other thoughts. The djinni needed some time to himself to rejuvenate his mind. He was more tired than usual from late nights and meeting after meeting. The Vice Council members attempted to collect evidence on Hayate, but they had all come up dry.

The victim would not have lied about such a thing, but at the same time Dylan wondered if maybe her encounter had distorted her perception. It was even possible someone tried to look like the man she accused and she confused the two . . . something had to explain it. Even though he was six-hundred-years old, Dylan was still just a man. He was not a god, and he couldn’t be sure of anything regarding this case. He had a particular perception like everything other person, and his perception was barraged with a lack of evidence. He wondered what the councilmen and women thought and decided a meeting would be called for or perhaps an exchange of letters. Dylan needed to know how far they had gotten by now.

It mattered more in these final moments because Dante confessed to the murders of Simon, Eliza, Faye, and Kaiya. All of them were murdered in a way to make it look as though a vampire had done it, but none of the bodies were drained of blood . . . a peculiar thing, and not the mark of a vampire. They had nothing to hold Hayate on anymore since Ms. Hart’s word was not currently enough to keep him behind bars without further evidence, and they had no legal right to hold him for the murders of anyone.

Hayate was free to go as soon as he healed, but Dante . . . a psychopath right under their noses. Dylan told himself they couldn’t have known, but he wished he could have. He wished he could have prevented it, stopped it somehow—but wasn’t that the wish of any good person? To know the bad before it happened, in order to prevent it? Not even a psychic could predict the entire future before them.

Dylan let the curtain fall over the window and moved to his desk, sitting down in his chair. He pulled out the envelopes and letters to prepare one for each of the Vice Council members. Today, they would each receive one.

( I see a storm bubbling up from the sea, and it's coming closer . . .  )

Who: Those injured in the confrontation with Danté, Medical Pavilion Staff, and anyone else who'd like to join in
When: Late morning
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Treating the injured, and other various little scenes

The medical pavilion was usually busy with minor things, the sort of everyday injuries that one would expect to see in small cities. There were no gunshots wounds to worry about, or car accidents to pry people from. There were no rapes, or gang related incidents. The 'normal' injuries that could be found in a secluded haven like Elysium were things like cuts, and scrapes. Occasionally a broken bone would come through the place, or a baby would be born, and the staff could always count on the full moon to bring them lycan related injuries.

So when the victims from the altercation with a non-full moon crazed werewolf came in the night before the medical pavilion staff was excited to say the least. It wasn't the idea of having injured citizens that was exciting, but it was the chance to use their skills to the fullest that was. Granted everyone would rather have injury free people in the haven, but there were something that felt right about getting the chance to use the skills you had to help the people around you.

Needless to say Zane didn't sleep all night, and he was still going strong the next morning when it came time to check in on the patients. "I need someone to check in on Ms. Wilson in room three, Mr. Connolly in room five, and Mr. Ishikawa in room seven. Get their vitals, see if they're awake yet, and if there are any complications then come and get me. So, any volunteers?"

Who: Dante, Zach, and open to others
When: Evening
Where: Beginning at Market Place
What: Dante's a shady mofo, fo'real, and he's mentally unstable.

The dark aura around Dante spread out like grotesque wings, slicing through the tranquil air in the haven and leaving behind a heaviness that hadn't been present before. Dante flew through the night on those dark wings with Zach in tow. One hand clasped tight around the boy's smaller wrists as he dragged him through the dusty trails of the cottages. The lycanthrope didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do with the boy. No - he did know what he was going to do with Zach. He was going to kill him. Gut him from throat to groin, and let his innards spill to the earth. He'd display the empty shell in front of Adrienne's house as a final show of power. How could he resist her then if she saw how weak the alchemist truly was? Surely, she wouldn't.

He was only semi-shifted with sharp claws on his hands, and sharp teeth in his mouth. His shirt was torn with the protruding muscles of his arms, chest, and back. The vertebrae of his back was pushing upward, curving into the lumbering form of the werewolf. His muzzle had yet to form, but the madness in his eyes was already there. It had always been there. Lying in wait for the perfect moment that didn't exist. There was no perfection in this - only insanity and chaos. All of Dante's planning didn't mean a thing when it seemed violence was the only way to make things happen.

He should've known that the only way to get things in life was to take them.

All logic was gone from the man's mind, and he made his way toward the market place without another thought. Dante didn't think of the people he would encounter, or the fact that someone might recognize him. He was a rabid animal running wherever his feet took him. Instinct had taken over, as did madness. Madness must never be overlooked.

He was in the market place before he knew it, and there were eyes on him. Staring at him. Whispering about him. He heard them all, too. It was too much. He growled as loud as he could, a warning to everyone to stay back.

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: Sascha and Helen
When: Early morning
Where: Mausoleum
What: Penny for your thoughts? (Meditation and some not-so-accidental mindreading)
Note: [Sorry for the repost, but it makes more sense here, anyway.]

Inhale, sloooooowly, then exhale. Clear the mind, become aware of your surroundings. And maybe, just as a pick-me-up...that's right, take a good, long drag.

Sascha closed his eyes in contentment as he did just that, sucking away at the cigarette perched between his lips as he prepared himself for some early morning meditation. His sessions with Theora had grown fewer and further between as his control had increased, but he'd surprised himself with the level of mental discipline he'd achieved in only a few short months. He wasn't as easily overwhelmed in the presence of crowds now, and he'd managed to rein in his unconscious tendency of projecting his own thoughts onto hapless victims.

Today's exercise was less about conditioning, though, and more about...well, he wasn't entirely sure. The recent Vice Council elections had left him restless and more than a little anxious, and what he desperately needed now was an outlet for all that nervous energy. He'd already been jogging with Sweeney and Brasco up and down the lakeside that morning, but that hadn't helped an ounce. Annoying Irei over breakfast AND sneaking in a quickie, check. What else, then, but meditation? Surely that would ease his mind at least a little.

Of all the places and settings he could have chosen for his meditation, he'd ended up at the mausoleum. And what other place would be quite so still and peaceful, honestly? His concentration had been spotty this morning, so when he heard the telltale patterpatter of footfalls as someone approached, he let his eyes remain closed while he focused on the person's mental energy. He hadn't made a habit of peeking into the minds of strangers before now, but would it really hurt? He could use something to take his mind off his own concerns, anyway.

Who: All werewolves and guests at the barrier
When: Before sunset, and onward
Where: Werewolf barrier, Northeastern forest
What: Full moon and a forest full of werewolves

The falling snow gave a false sense of peace for there was nothing peaceful about the full moon, at least not for those who were its prisoner month after month. The silver orb in the sky, hundreds of thousands of miles away, was the catalyst for the violent change in the lycanthropes. No, the peaceful atmosphere upon the land would only last until the sun sank below the horizon. Then the night would be overcome by the howls from each and every lycanthrope.

The lycanthropes traveled to the enclosure before sunset, most of them dressed in old, worn-out clothing that would get destroyed during their transformation. From afar their trek was reminiscent of a death march, slow, reluctant footfalls through the snow until they reached their destination. Christmas Eve did little to alleviate the foreboding aura that descended like the unending snow.

Tonight, the snow would bleed. Deep crimson seeping through the pristine crystals until it reached the frozen earth. There would be few areas free from the bloodshed, and the carnage. It was the reason the enclosure was needed. It confined the werewolves, and their murderous rage to an area free of humans and praeternaturals. It kept the citizens safe to enjoy their winter holiday while the wolves raced through the trees and underbrush after their prey.

Who: Nuray, Jay and OPEN
When: Evening, Friday December 21
Where: The town ice rink
What:An old man and a mermaid go ice skating.

Nuray met almost nothing in the world with any sense of trepidation. This was no different. Jay said, "Let's go ice skating," to which she gave him an utterly confused look and then said, "Okay." All without having the faintest conception of what ice skating actually entailed. Sure, she had seen it on television, grainy black and white stuff because the reception on the boat was horrible and they rarely stuck around on land long enough to watch anything, much less for her to process the information for anything truly specific. As it stood, she saw ice skating as something that people did in skin tight outfits and did little twirly dances during. That was not the kind of ice skating that Jay, a native New Yorker, cared to even call ice skating.

( Mermaids on Ice )

Who: Sascha, Midori and [later] Mitsuko
When: Noon
Where: Near the Cafe
What: Politics and a case of mistaken identity

It was one of those crisp winter days where the entire world seemed like one gigantic backdrop of white. The overcast sky was a blanket of grey calm across Elysium, and as Sascha trekked through the powdery snow toward the cafe, cane in hand, he could barely suppress a shiver of anxiety. What the hell did he think he was doing?

Not that he didn't have a set destination in mind, of course; he was on his lunch break and had decided to stop in at the cafe for something quick and warm- hot chocolate, maybe, since it was awfully close to Christmas and he was trying to get into the festive mood. He hadn't seen Mitsuko for a few days, anyway, and since she'd gone to the trouble of paying him a visit at his place of work, he thought he'd return the favor...with less lecherous intent, at least this time around. Sneaky little thing had stolen the pack of smokes he'd lifted from Irei, and he wasn't about to let her get away with it, even though technically she already had.

( No, no, Sascha's current uncertainty had nothing to do with pilfered cigarettes or freezing weather )

Sascha was momentarily pulled from his brooding by the sight of a familiar figure walking just ahead of him on the path, and he grinned deviously. The woman was wrapped up in cold weather garb just as he was, but he'd recognize that long hair and those tell-tale furry ears anywhere. She must have been on her way to work- perfect! He'd just head her off now and take care of business. He quickened his pace to catch up to the woman, and once he was close enough behind her, he reached up to draw the hair away from the back of her neck and press a nibble of greeting to the nape. Hey there, dumplin'. I think you owe me an apology.


*Denotes mindspeak

Who: Aveira and Sascha!
When: Afternoon
Where: Weapons Shop
What: Aveira gets caught making an ass out of herself and meets someone new. (not to mention pimps them out ;D )

Aveira looked out the doorway of the Weaponsmith’s shop and bit her lip. “Fuck it. Don’t people want to chop up shit these days?” In truth it was a relief that she didn’t really have to do anything. Well, she did-just not as much. After the harpy attack, she just kind of mellowed out a little and mourned the death of some of her most precious babies. It was sad to know that her best relationships were with her swords. Did she need to get out more? Yes indeed. But she was a working woman.

( She took one last look out the shop and reclined on one of the chairs. )

Who: Irei, Sascha, Mitsuko, Logan, and Sheldon(?)
When: Evening, when the moon has appeared in the sky
Where: site of Kaiya and Faye's murder
What: Calling Kaiya's spirit back from the dead, bwahahahaha!

Irei scratched the back of his neck as he checked once again that he had everything ready for the seance. As this one was planned unlike the time those stupid harpies had attacked, he had thought to bring a bigger, and better supplies to work the magic that would be going down that evening. He had scratched a magic circle into the earth with a sturdy stick he had found near the murder site and was now busy etching pictographic ruins from within the circle. Multiple fat, white candles set on low round bases were set in strategic spots. He had also taken it upon himself to find something that had personally belonged to Kaiya, incase either Logan or Sheldon didn’t show up. It wasn’t much, but he would help him focus in on Kaiya’s energy.

He sat back on his haunches and looked over at his friend. Irei had asked Sascha to come with him this time. These kind of events tended to be very trying on even Irei’s ability to make it home on his own two feet. His normal practice of drinking to deaden the pain was effective, but he had to be sure not to drink too much, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to focus. He was grateful for that possessive streak that ran through Sascha on occasion that seemed to make him more than willing to accompany Irei and make sure the necromancer made it home safely.

Irei put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it on one of the already burning candles. “Oi!” He called out to Sascha and tossed his pack over to him, nearly wordlessly offering him a cigarette as well as asking him to hold onto it for him. Stuffed inside the pack of thin white sticks was Irei silver Zippo lighter. Considering Sascha had known very little of Kaiya while she was alive aside from Irei had told him, his presence was not required so much for that, as it was for moral support.

There had been no form of RSVP from the two he had invited out tonight. Irei hadn’t really expected much in that form, but he still wasn’t sure who would come. Logan had been really upset when Irei had mentioned calling his father’s spirit. He hadn’t seen Logan again until the Halloween festival, when they both had interest in the vampire/human odd couple. Although Logan had been interested in the teenaged girl, and Irei was far more drawn to Hayate himself. Unlike with Logan Irei had little knowledge of Sheldon, let alone his exact relation to the deceased fae.

He sucked the nicotine laced smoke deep into his lungs, causing him to cough. It was just a bit too much all at once. He buried his mouth into his elbow as he continued to cough.

Was there anything else he needed to do? The candles were set up, ruins sketched, and the incense was laid out ready to be burnt as an offering to the departed.. He stood back up and carefully made his way to where he had set down his grimoire, his book of necromancy spells and supernatural information. He picked it up and ran his hand over the repaired spine. It was a very old and very rare book. There were very few in existence that he knew off. It was Sato-sensei’s legacy that he had passed down to Irei. He opened the book and raised his eyes to glance over it at Sascha before returning to his mental check list.

All he really needed were the invited guests to attend.

Who: Everyone (who isn’t already in a thread during this time)
When: 2 to 5 PM
Where: All over Helicharis
What: The harpy attack!


The harpies had been planning.

By most standards and definitions those particular praeternatural creatures were not intelligent. They had no real form of speech or civilization to speak of; however, they were capable of plotting vengeance. They wanted revenge against the interloper that had stolen into their nesting area in the middle of the night, the one who had burned some of their children and killed a few of their females. They knew not who the attacker was exactly, only that they had seen him retreating toward the village. That was enough for them.

A small fraction of the flock had gathered to attack the humans and other praeternaturals in Helicharis. They had no ‘real’ plan other than to wreak havoc, but at least it was something they were skilled in. Their shrill, ear-piercing cries, sharp claws, and razor sharp teeth were enough to cause a few injuries, and to scare the citizens into a frenzy.

The grotesque creatures set out from their nest, flying rapidly toward Helicharis and the unsuspecting citizens. Their numbers created a veritable black cloud in the sky, the flapping of their wings brought forth an ominous sound that seemed to resonate throughout the valley. Once they neared Helicharis the lead harpy let out a high-pitched shriek that could be likened to a banshee. It was the only warning the people would get before the swarm descended upon them.

Unnatural as they were, the harpies were masterful fliers; their maneuverability in the air unmatched by even the most graceful birds of prey. Ungainly and sometimes clumsy on the ground, the harpies preferred to stay in the air as they attacked the people with careful swoops and well-placed claws. Their attack was only made worse by the rain that refused to stop falling.


( OOC notes )

Who: General Narrative
When: Early Morning
Where: Town Hall
What: Letters to all Vice-Council Nominees

The Vice-Council nominations was the first political venture of Elysium, and therefore it was taken very seriously by the Head Council. The council hoped that those nominated would take the endeavor seriously since at the end of it all they would be in charge of many things in the haven. Their appointment would not only assist the Head Council in various tasks, but those in the Vice-Council would serve as examples for the rest of the citizens.

The community was not small enough that everyone knew everyone by name or by face alone. Those nominated for the position of Vice-Council would have to get their name out to the public, they would have to campaign for votes amongst the citizens. The Head Council sent out letters to each of the nominees to congratulate and to inform them of the upcoming campaigning period.

( THE LETTER DISPATCHED: Giles Audley, Devin Blair, Sascha Connolly, Midori Kamiyama, Dominic Powell, Leon Saunders, Corisanthias Xyllaniasodas, Peter Ross, Scarlet Faherty, Beatrice Darcy-Bertrand, Travis Nielsen. )