Who: Chloe and OPEN TO MANY!
When: Evening
Where: Chloe's Bungalow
What: Open House Par-tay! Start a thread, and have fun! Multiple people per thread totally allowed!

Chloe spent a good portion of the day preparing for her house party. She didn't bother with sending out invitations since she didn't care who came as long as a bunch of people did. Chloe just put up a ton of flyers around town and the bungalows and hoped they got noticed and brought people to her front door. She named the time and place, even offered directions, and just asked that people help bring the beer. Chloe came from America, but she was glad they didn't have American drinking laws in this place. As far as she was concerned, eighteen was old enough for beer. Chloe had her own stash at the house, which she would be sharing with the party guests, but it never hurt to tell them to bring their own beer, too. The more, the merrier!

She stashed all of the breakable items in the cabinets and put on a display of colorful flashing lights inside of the house. Chloe strung up Christmas lights outside, which were good for anytime of the year as long as they included all sorts of colors like these. Everyone would be able to spot her bungalow easily at night thanks to these babies. She set out all sorts of snacks on the tables in bowls. Once she felt she was done, Chloe ran for the nearest mirror to check out her appearance. She wasn't going to host a party looking like crap, after all; she was going to look hot, plain and simple. Chloe had a simple idea of hot, though. She was wearing old but comfortable jeans and a cute bright green halter top that was loose around her frame and hung down to her hips. Her hair was curly and worn down, two barrettes clipping both sides of her hair out of her face.

Chloe was ready for a party, and she was just waiting for the first of the people to show up at her doorstep.

Who: Xanthus and Susie
When: Noon-ish
Where: Marketsquare in Helicharis, wandering about
What: The snow has Xanthus grumpy and needing to look for extra supplies.

Xanthus wrapped the skins around his shoulders tighter and tucking his tail as close to his body as he could as the wind blew through the market. This sort of weather wasn't anything new to him of course, in fact it could get much worse than this up in Scotland. But in Scotland they also had more supplies. Furs saved up from summers of hunting, the most ideal locations picked out for camps and set up to keep the elements from becoming to harsh. And then there was the sheer number of the herd. Huddling up under furs by yourself or with just one other centaur was nothing compared to being in the center of a 30 head herd pressed closed together under furs from the cold.

The morning had been spent cleaning up the camp they had set up just outside town, which made it more evident what sort of supplies they needed if they were going to keep this current campsite for any longer. Of course, finding the supplies was another story. He frowned as he looked into one of the shops at the oddly stretched parchment, containers filled with what he assumed were different colored liquids, and brushes. Although the brushes didn't look like anything anyone could use on their hair or even body. Swishing his tail, he huffed out an irritated sigh as he leaned forward a bit closer to inspect the materials. That was until his forehead bumped into the clear glass. Grumbling, he glared at the glass, or at least where he knew the glass was considering his head had just hit it, as he rubbed at his temple. That would definitely take some getting used to.

Who: Kelchek and Susie
When: Morning
Where: Kelchek's Water Bungalow
What: A morning check up.

Kelchek had given up on staying in bed just a few minutes before the first rays of the sun made their appearance for the day. He watched the sun slowly rise over the horizon revealing a light blanket of snow that covered his new residence and decided against a morning jog when he realized that it it was everywhere. Cold tempuratures had never bothered him, but snow had a strange way of always penetrating his natural barrier of warmth whenever it got into his shoes. I'll have to find somewhere to get a pair of boots soon, he thought to himself not looking forward to the snow staying for much longer. and herbs. Definitely herbs. He knew that there was more then likely chance of a running nose or sore throat that would need soothing. But nothing major. He knew the consequences of revealing his healing magics to others all to well. Having nothing better to do he started to search though his loft style bungalow to take a mental stock of everything that he had, and to find everything that he would need to get.

He found a small pad of paper along with a pen on the end table in the living room. Living Room He wrote on the pad revealing his elven elegance. He slowly scanned the room, pointing to each item in it with his pen. "Candles" he said aloud as he wrote it on the list. Finding nothing else of need he moved in to the kitchen. He placed the pad on the counter and grabbed an orange from the basket of fruit on the counter. FOOD He wrote in big letters under the kitchen section after going though the cupboards and fridge, which were mostly empty. He had the basic utensils for cooking, and to his surprise some mint leaves. He grabbed out a small pan and filled it with water to heat for a mint tea.

He moved on into the bed room and reached under his pillow for the little black book. "Right where I left you." He whispered softly opening the book to the section entitled herbs. He carefully chose the ones that he knew he needed for the most common of healings, nothing that would give away his knowledge or lead one to think that he was a healer. Placing the book back under his pillow he looked at the end table that he had avoided looking at until now. Picture Frame. He took a deep breath and centered himself before he could write the last item on his list. He still held to much pain for his loss of Matt. He sat there for a few minutes just staring at his list forcing himself not to lose it again, completely forgetting about the water that was sure to be boiling by now.

Who: Susie and Lysander
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Where: Freshwater Lake
What: Seeing a familiar face.

It seemed to Susie that it got dark very early these days. The sun was into its decline but the day’s riding had left her sore and aching. Nothing for it but to go for a swim. Soaking in the water always made things better. So she made a quick retreat to the lake.

She didn’t intend to go far. It wasn’t the day for fainting or desperate rescues. She simply stuck close to the shore, finding a steeper drop off where she could enjoy the sensation of the eddies as the water hit land. As it was quite pleasant, she swam through it a few times before dropping off into a lull. It was nice to simply float and allow the sunbeams to reflect off her scales. She flipped back and splashed to create more rainbows of light.

Who: Susie and Elliot
When: Late morning/early afternoon
Where: Art and Trade Enclave
What: A little bit of music...and maybe some dancing.


She just needed to get away. Worry over the missing women compounded now that she had friends out there looking for them. Susie didn’t want anyone to get hurt – couldn’t contemplate losing anyone else. While she felt the pull of the water, she couldn’t bring herself to go for a swim today. The lake here had become associated with all kinds of emotions and experiences. And she didn’t want to think. She wanted to escape.( Read more )

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: Lysander harsi Herrenlaia and Xanthus harsi Herrenlaia (log) and then open to anyone who wants to waylay them as they walk into town
When: Mid-morning
Where: Approaching Helicharis from the North East
What: After getting bored for one reason or another in the forest, Xanthus and Lysander make their way to town.

( If everyone's legs moved as fast as that tongue of yours, the world would be set forever at a gallop. )

Who: Susie (Aysu) and Chloe
What: Two Mermaids Talking
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Lake Alata’elen


Susie still wasn’t feeling completely recovered from her time outside the protection of Elysium. Her frequent bouts of nausea and soul-numbed state kept her confined mostly to her new home. Besides, there were so many people here. There were only a handful of times she’d ever been around large groups before and none of those experiences had ended well. So weeks after arriving, she felt nearly as isolated as she had been before.
( She couldn’t help it; she was starting to get lonely. )