Who: Sheldon and Hera
When: Evening
Where: The Wine Bar
What: A confrontation eventually leads to a potential friendship


"No thanks, I've already been taken care of." Well, what the hell was there to do when someone was taking care of everybody at the bar? Sheldon wasn't much of the "table server" sort of guy. He preferred to stay behind the bar and stick around with the brooding loners and the casual chatters who were either getting to know each other or were trying to make small talk before potentially sleeping with each other. This was becoming a challenge because someone kept taking his "costumers". This led to him to just lean against a shelf of drinks until someone motioned for a bartender.

When that moment occured, he nearly bumped into a female he hadn't met before. He blocked her way and looked her dead in the face. She was kind of screaming "I could beat your ass", but Sheldon didn't give a shit. "You know, there are five fucking bartenders working tonight. Can you try to not to be four of them? I don't feel like sitting on my ass all night."

He grabbed the gentleman's glass and went to get his refill of red wine.

Who: Yolanda & Sheldon
When: Evening
Where: Wine Bar
What: Post-Practice Booze

"Where's SEPTA when you need it?" the vampire muttered under her breath as she wandered the forested path that lead back to Helicharis.  The walk didn't seem so long when she was headed to the Enclave.  That was probably because she was so excited on the way that she didn't even think about it.  Even once there, she'd lost track of time, playing for hours before a glance out the window brought her back to reality.

Yolanda glanced up at the darkening sky, trying to figure out what time it was.  It didn't work, not like a watch would.  All she knew was that dusk was coming soon, and she'd known that before she checked.  It wasn't even a vampire thing, though she obviously payed more attention to that sort of thing since she changed.  Idly, Yolanda wondered what Greg would think of the fact that she was starting to pay less attention to those details.  He'd probably tell her it was irresponsible and dangerous to forget her vampire limitations or something.  Like she could forget.  She frowned, and focused on the walk, rather than having a hypothetical argument with her so-called-sire while he wasn't even there.

By the time she got back to town, the last sliver of sun was ducking behind the horizon.  This, to Yolanda, pretty much meant party time.  Not wanting to waste time dropping off her stuff back at the cottage, she changed course, heading directly to the wine bar with her canvas gig bag in tow.  She walked through the door, all her irritation was washed away by the bustle of the crowd, and the live music that filled her ears.  It wasn't Henrietta Hudson, but the music was good, and the drinks were free. How could you go wrong?

Yolanda took a seat at one of the stools, removing her scarf and tossing it onto the bar in front of her as she did so.  She shot a friendly smile and a wave at the bartender, certain she'd seen him working here before.  She couldn't remember his name for the life of her though, which meant it was a pretty safe bet that they had never really talked before.  At least, she hoped that's what it meant.  If it turned out she'd forgotten, well, that would be embarrassing.  She was normally better at that sort of thing. "Got anything strong?" she asked with a grin.

Who: Dione (&Dexter) and Sheldon
When: Christmas Day, afternoon December 25th
Where: Dione's Cottage
What: Sheldon, realizing he hasn't seen Dione in a few days, decides to drop in on the medium and make sure she's still alive.

Dione hadn't gotten any better overnight. Instead, she seemed to shrink into herself further as the night wore on until by morning she truly seemed a shadow of herself. She refused to get out of bed, previously she had at least wandered about her home, not trying to go anywhere, but at least she was out of bed. It seemed even that had been abandoned in favor of simply remaining in one place.

Dexter had given up talking to her as she wasn't answering him anymore. Nothing, hours upon hours of silence only broken by the sound of her breathing. At least she was still breathing, that was one small favor. Though he did find himself wondering if this might not all be easier if his sister did die. It was a line of thinking he squashed quickly, but it kept coming back. Would things be better if they were both dead instead of one of them being dead and the other alive? He loved her. He wanted what was best for her. He would not condone that course of action.

It was afternoon, the wane sunlight of water was filtering through the windows to throw patterns on the floor. The light would start to fade into darkness soon. Another night of her alone in this house, another night of her curled up in a pathetic ball. Perhaps the only thing making it truly bearable for him was the fact she wasn't crying anymore. It hurt worse when she cried because he wanted nothing more than to make her not cry anymore. He wanted her to be happy again. Anything to make her happy again. If things continued this way, he might have to go find Irei and see if he could convince Sascha to come roust her out of her bed.

Sad that he needed someone else to help him, but when stuck with being an incorporeal ghost, one took whatever help was available. He was slightly surprised by the sound of someone coming up to the door. Dione didn't have visitors at home. Who was this and why were they here? And better, would they be enough to get her out of bed?

Who: Sheldon and Dione
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Wine Bar
What: The Psychic meets the beautiful piano playing Medium once again

People were packed into the bar because of the curfew. It had them talking, it had them pissed and it had them itching to get drunk in the early hours. Before the sun was even setting people were escorting others home in order to make it without passing out. Some were escorting others home for other reasons that made Sheldon smirk a little. Lucky bastards. Though some of the women he wouldn’t be that desperate to sleep with.

Some of the regulars that pissed him off were more irritable which caused him to want to spit in their beers but he figured he was no picnic himself about the curfew. Who wanted to be tucked into their homes when there was still four hours until midnight after the curfew? Fuck that. He wanted to challenge this.

After a few hours, Sheldon began to hear some familiar piano playing and he was intrigued to see how the blind musician was doing. He told a fellow bartender to take on his position while he moved through the various tables to check on what he remembered as the female named Dione. It was such a shame that she couldn’t see what she looked like.

Knowing it was quite absurd, he hopped on top of the piano and let himself sit there.

“Mind if I listen from here, Dione?” He wasn’t sure if she would remember his voice. Last time he was with Caden.

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!
When: From sunset onward!
Where: Around the Ancient Elven Tree
What: All Hallow's Eve Festival!

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The sounds of happy parade goers filled the evening air as the citizens of Elysium marched from the town toward the festival near the Ancient Elven Tree. Many of the citizens were dressed in costume, and it was obvious that they had been looking forward to the All Hallow's Eve event. The lively music, provided by the fauns, set the overall tone of the parade. Many of the citizens were singing along to the music, while others whooped and cheered. Their path toward the Ancient Elven Tree was lighted by magical sparklers that never lost their energy, and some citizens even had hand-held sparklers that they waved around happily. Sorcerers enchanted objects to light up the sky like fireworks, while small fairies fluttered around the citizens like fireflies.

( Onto the festivities! )

Who: Sheldon and ????
When: Night
Where: The Wine Bar / One of the upstairs rooms
What: Another one bites the dust

It was hard to fathom that anything destructive could take place in a haven, especially after all of the chaos the world experienced in the months prior. But human nature, the most basic of human nature, was violent and full of discord. People were not born with kindness, but with selfishness and greed. They only knew to want, and to take whatever it was they desired. Kindness had to be bred and nurtured, and passed on from one generation to the next.

It was hard to believe that human nature only needed an instant to revert back to its feral roots...

( There is a great streak of violence in every human being. If it is not channeled and understood, it will break out in war or in madness. )

Who: Kaiya and Sheldon
When: Afternoon
Where: Stables
What: Finding comfort with a friend

It had been a dark two weeks for the Japanese fae. Ever since the incident with Hayate, Kaiya had refused to leave her cottage to face the outside world. It seemed unbearable to her. It hurt her too much to see other people frolicking around in happiness when she had just had her heart broken. What had gone wrong with Hayate? Why had he broken things off with her? The questions still rattled her mind, and it caused her to fall into a deep depression.

She watched the season change from the window in her bedroom. The leaves had turned from green to shades of orange and yellow. Dead leaves littered the ground, crunching under the feet of people who walked by. Everything was dying, like she was. Kaiya felt like she was dying inside, and it was impossible to find any good left in the world. She had made such progress when it came to her self-esteem only to have it ripped away from her. She felt worthless now. Empty, and cold. It wasn't a new feeling, just a very old one from her past.

Kaiya finally found the strength (somehow) to leave her cottage on this day. Her wings had lost their luster, and she seemed paler than usual. Her feet dragged along the ground, and surprisingly they carried her to the stables. Kaiya had, before the break-up with Hayate, found that she enjoyed spending time at the stables with the horses. They were always so accepting of her, neighing happily when she came around to brush them or feed them sugar cubes. A ghost of a smile crossed the fae's lips as she flew over the fence and into the enclosure. One of the horses recognized her, and immediately he trotted over and nudged her in the arm.

"Konnichiwa," she said softly into its ear as her hand smoothed along its mane. "She is sorry that she has not come by to visiting with you." Her English was, as always, still in the works. The Elven steed nudged her again, as if it could sense the sadness coming from her. Kaiya smiled, and shook her head. "She is fine," she said while hugging the horse, oblivious to the fact that someone had been watching her.

Who: Sheldon, Hayate and Eliza
When: Late Night
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Talking about some recent rumors

It was like there was something new about the Wine Bar in Elysium, something new to offer. If going towards morbid theories perhaps it was the death of Simon Myles. Ever since he was found dead in the bathroom, all Sheldon would hear about was speculation as to who was guilty. Or he would hear people playfully or seriously talk about who might be next. The psychic thought the whole series of events involving the man would have grown old by now, but apparently it was still a hot discussion.

The full moon was on the rise. Sheldon could tell a few restless lycans were scattered around the bar, most of them ordering hard drinks. Their irritation was detectable from a mile away and to spare him confrontation, he just left bottles of their vices at their tables and mostly stayed behind the bar. Less work for him and he enjoyed talking to the people who sat upfront.

For awhile the people at the bar were happily served and Sheldon sat at a corner, bored. He must have closed his eyes for a long moment because when he opened them he saw someone he hadn’t seen before. Some people were just people he served drinks to, but for some reason the new person at the bar struck him as interesting.

He rest his hands on the bar table and asked in his usual slightly friendly tone. “What can I get for you?”

Who: Sheldon, Caden and Dione
When: Night
Where: The Winebar
What: Best friends have a chat


“Eliza, a whiskey for the wanker in the blue?” Sheldon asked her with a cheeky smile on his face. Of course his manners left much to be desired, but he was treated like utter shit sometimes. So he gave the people names in the wine bar. Some were actually nice. It all depended.

For Sheldon the wine bar was in a different view. He wasn’t the lonely drinker. He wasn’t the man who was trying to get a woman to come home with him or anything of that matter. Sheldon was one of the bartenders. In fact he was one hell of a bartender. He went to school for it, so why not put it to use in a place that had a decent bar?

The Psychic turned to the next person who wished to get drunk, or perhaps just socialize and drink casually. Maybe they were waiting for someone, maybe they wanted someone to be waiting for them. It didn’t matter. Sometimes people just liked talking to Sheldon. Though usually they were depressed, wanted to work him up for a fight, or they were drunk as hell. Sometimes there were good occasions.

“What can I get you?” He asked.

Who: Kaiya and Sheldon
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Library, near one of the big windows
What: Not sure yet, will edit later!

Kaiya had been in good spirits lately. She had been growing more confident in herself, and the hope that she could have some happiness in her life. But also, she was beginning to feel like she belonged here in Elysium. Was it such a bad thing to think that the virus was actually a good thing? If it weren't for PV Kaiya would have never known of Elysium or the happiness that came with the haven. She never would have met Faye or Irei, both of whom have become her dearest friends. But she also would have never met Hayate, and she was growing to adore him more each time she saw him.

But that was far from her mind as she sat in the quiet of the library with English books sprawled out in front of her. She was determined to learn how to speak the language that most of the people in the haven spoke. She wanted to make more friends, wanted to meet more people and learn more things. This was the turning over of a new leaf for the fae, and she wanted to make the most of it.

The ebony-haired praeternatural read the words in the children's book slowly. The Japanese-English dictionary was opened nearby so that she could look up words that she did not understand, or know how to pronounce. What was it that Faye had taught her? To 'sound out' each of the letters in the word. In many ways it was like hiragana - a phonetic sound for each letter of the alphabet. She could learn how to do that easily, right? Kaiya wished that she had someone nearby to help her, but she was alone today. Perhaps tomorrow Faye would join her. For now, the Japanese fae was determined to finish the book in front of her, The Cat in the Hat. Was it foolish of her to read a children's book? Hopefully not, especially since it seemed entertaining.

"Theeeee... Essss..." she was elongating the 's' sound while trying to combine it with the 'u' and 'n' that followed it. "Youuuu... Ennnn..." She rubbed her head. "Esss-Youuu-Ennn... Sooo-Ennn... Sooo-Ennn." Kaiya wrinkled her nose and sighed, pulling her dictionary close to her to look up the definition of the word. It wasn't until she had seen what it was in Japanese did she know what the word was in English.

"Sun!" She said excitedly, her face erupting in a smile. "Theee... Sunnnn...." She continued, wanting nothing more than to finish reading her book.

Who: Everyone!
When: 6:30 PM
Where: The Beach, by The Tiki Hut
What: Zane and Amada's Wedding Reception!

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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.