Who: Amy and Scarlet
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The Medical Pavilion
What: Running into someone after getting blood

Yeah, yeah. Amy knew vampires weren't exactly freaks in the haven. If they were, she doubted they'd get blood supplied at the Medical Pavilion. Though she should feel comfortable getting bags of blood, she always brought a nice looking handbag to put the blood in. She didn't just place the blood inside the designer bag. She wrapped the blood bags up in a plastic bag-make it plastic bags, then stuffed her stash in the handbag. So what? She wasn't ready to shout out "vampire" from the rooftops. Though she was pretty sure the teeth and the direction of where she was going in the Pavilion gave it away.

After she did her pretty long routine, she made ways out of the Pavilion. The smell of the blood was driving her crazy. Really, when she had the guts to, she'd just sit in front of the facility with a straw in one of the blood bags and pig out. But for now, she was going to hold in the cravings to devour up some blood until she got home.

Which felt like it was going to be forever.

Since in yum yum blood daydream land, Amy wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. This caused her to run into someone. Her bag fell to the floor with a loud thump. With a horrified glance she watched as a giant pool of vibrant red began to form around it.

"Uhm.." Was really all there was to say when a bunch of blood was coming out of a handbag.

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: Dante and (Open to many)
When: All day
Where: Dungeons
What: The crazed lycanthrope is finally behind bars

How had this happened? How had he ended up trapped behind silver-lined bars a prisoner instead of out in the wild a free man? How had he let that damn alchemist slip through his fingers alive, and well? The questions that plagued Dante's mind forced him into an almost fugue-like state of eerie silence. He no longer made any attempt to appear, or act normal. What was the point of it when everyone knew what he truly was? What they saw behind those bars was a stone cold killer. Someone who held human life in such small regard that he could squash it like a child squashed small bugs.

The look in his eyes revealed the emptiness of his soul - a dark abyss that could drown anyone who dared to look deep into them. His jaw was clenched tight, and his hands were balled into fists with his nails digging into his palms. Blood dripped onto the floor of his cell, and seeped in between the cracks in the stone. He sat on a chair in the corner of his cell partially hidden in darkness, and shadows. Dante's eyes glistened evilly even in his dim surroundings, and though he was behind fortified bars danger emanated throughout the dungeon as if he could reach beyond them to tear out your heart.

And so he sat in silence in the partial darkness. The guards and the rats were his only company, but at least he could catch the rats and snap their necks. It was the only release he had for his rage. There were at least a dozen on them on the floor - dead rats. Some were torn in half, others were lucky enough to just have broken necks. Some were missing their heads and limbs as if Dante plucked them off one by one. Like petals off a flower, Dante's victims were just as fragile, and just as expendable.

Who: Scarlet and Leon
When: Afternoon
Where: The Medical Pavilion
What: Scarlet vents and yells at Leon

With the increasing amount of troubling events going about the town, Scarlet could only imagine that Leon might actually have more people using his services. It wasn't easy for people to ignore the rumors. Some may be so troubled that they didn't feel safe. Sometimes not being safe meant needed to talk to someone. In fact, as she neared Leon's office she saw a young man leave his office and she kindly stepped aside so he had room to walk by.

She stayed by the door for a moment and took a breath. One would think she was calm since she greeted almost everyone that she saw in the Pavilion. However, once she got into his office, she shut the door probably a little harder than she meant to and pretty much, like a high school student to another punched him hard in the shoulder.

"That was the dumbest idea in the world!"

She sat in the chair across from him and crossed her legs and arms. "You know what? Late night meetings are called off. It makes me agree to the worst things ever. I should have went to the archives alone. if I did, I wouldn't feel so horrible." She hit him with all she had, so she sure as hell hoped it hurt. Sure, it was immature but she needed to be pissed at someone other than herself. Luckily, she wasn't the only person who made the descision that she talk to Chris.

Who: Chris and Scarlet
When: 3 PM
Where: Town Hall Archives
What: Chris comes in for questioning

...you must be questioned in regards to what you know about Hayate...

It all sounded so foreboding to Chris, but despite that she found herself agreeing to Scarlet's request. The young girl had never been officially questioned before, but she assumed that it would be no different from when her parents questioned her about something she and Charlie did when they got into trouble. Those times weren't that bad, though they did make her tummy twist up in knots.

Chris felt those knots forming once again as she climbed the steps into the building. She took a deep breath, and calmed her nerves. There was no reason to be nervous, or scared since she wasn't in trouble. No, the only person in trouble here was Hayate, and he was completely innocent! It was enough to make her grind her teeth, but she thought that maybe this meeting with Scarlet would be able to help clear Hayate's name.

The front desk gave her directions to the archive room, and Chris made her way to the library-like area. She knocked softly, and then pushed open the door. "Hello?" Her voice echoed a little, but not enough to make it scary. "Ms. Scarlet? It's Chris Jung. Are you here?" She stepped into the archive room, and looked around for any sign of another person.

Who: Travis, Leon and OPEN
When: Late Night (Travis is weird)
Where: Town Hall Archives
What: Travis wakes up Leon to have a peak at the information on Hayate.

"Dude. Isn't this pretty cool? I mean, it's not cool that some psycho killed more than enough people." The fire mage tossed a brow over. "Well, I think he's guilty. But I am not letting that get in the way of what everyone else thinks. You know me, I'm a very open guy." Travis almost gave a quick batting of the lashes before he continued. "But when I got the letter, I was expecting it to self destruct in about thirty seconds. I mean, I don't think this place has enough technology to do such a thing, but this is serious business." Childish. That was him about now. However, once he got to the Town Hall, his demeanor would change. Travis probably had an automatic switch somewhere on his body. If Scarlet showed up, maybe he'd ask her to find it.


Travis put out his cigarette and looked on over to Leon. The poor guy was near sleep walking. "Jesus. Lighten up. No one goes to bed at ten anymore unless they are under the age of ten. Besides, I feel much cooler doing this at night because it almost feels illegal." Juivellie, that explained him sometimes too.

When they got to the Town Hall, Travis had to hit Leon on the back of the head to prevent him from stalling then silently went towards the archives. Travis felt like a VIP went there was no one stopping him and his sleepy friend on his way to the archives.

Once inside, door closed he began to get out the information in Hayate.

"Aliright Hayate Ishi-blah bah. Let's get a look on what information the archive has on you."

It was just him and Leon currently, but who knew. Perhaps more of his fellow Vice Council members would show up. Maybe one member thought they would be able to look at the archive in peace and..well that idea made the most sense to Travis.


OOC: Just an idea I had for a late night meeting! Leon has to reply then feel free to jump in! Come on, you know you want to!

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: Scarlet and Max
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Scarlet's Bungalow
What: Scarlet hits the wrong person with a snowball and perhaps it was meant to be (let me know if this is okay!)


Scarlet didn't care about the little ice skating moment she had with Tarani. She called that a moment of giving into the positive aura that was around her. The new acquaintance had some sort of cheer about her that was hard to say no to and now awake and into the day of Christmas Scarlet found herself in her kitchen, gripping the edges of the counter. Children were throwing snowballs at her window, their giggles leaking into her living room. There was a twitch in her eyes and she closed them, pretending to be somewhere else in order to try and avoid them.

But she failed and found herself opening her window. "Stay the hell away from my Bungalow! Go and play somewhere else. This shit got tiring a half an hour ago!" Taking a scoop of snow from the exterior of her window she threw the snow towards the kids and had no idea that she hit someone else. Feeling satisfied, she closed the window and sat on her couch folding her arms.

"Just one of the million reasons why I am glad children are not in my game plan."

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. )