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: Vivian and Vaughn
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Fix It Shop
What: Meeting someone new

It probably wasn't a good idea to have a dog be your company at the Fix It shop. While Vivian diligently tried to work on an impressive piece of woodwork sent to her by the Woodshapers, she frequently had to whistle for her dog to stop toying around with various metal objects. Sometimes Boomer would chase after an animal outside and on one occasion he found an Elven guard particularly appealing. Embarrassed, the Siren had to apologize as many times as possible before she returned to her work.

Vivian was finally able to give the dog an old piece of rope for him to chew on. He played by her legs silently while she attempted to fix the small damage done on the woodwork. It was pleasantly quiet, she seemed to be alone.

It wasn't until maybe a few hours into the day when someone had entered the building. With a fairly genuine smile she spoke up. "Are you from the Woodshapers? If so, I'm sorry but I'm not quite done yet."

Who: Vaughn and Victoria
When: Evening
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Meeting and making small talk

It was unavoidable. The rumors. Even Vaughn's mother was yapping away about what she believed was going on around town. From the minute the medium stepped outside of his door, the gossip continued. The sad thing was that the gossip continued all the way until he arrived at his destination. Part of him zoned out the gossip and rumors since he was having trouble lighting his zippo lighter every time he went to light a cigarette. Sadly, this was quite often.

Opening the doors to the Wine Bar, he wasn't surprised at how packed it was. Luckily, so many people were talking that their words just kind of meshed together. Vaughn was pretty damn thankful for that. He just wanted to drink without hearing specific voices talking about specific things he honestly couldn't give a rats ass about.

He sat at the bar figuring it didn't matter where he sat and ordered a few shots of tequila. He also figured no one in the bar area would mind if he took the liberty to smoke.

Who: Vaughn and Zach
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Woodshapers
What: Vaughn gets to knowing Zach....after almost killing him.

It fucking figured that the day Vaughn wanted to paint over the Woodshapers building, it decided to rain in the morning. So, like some sort of idiot weatherman, he often stood in the doorway and watched the rain fall for long periods of time. He was hoping that sooner of later mother nature would stop being a bitch and let him paint. While this could be done any other day, either that Irish punk would annoy him enough to lose his drive to want to paint, or he'd be too lazy to do it. Not to mention he had to worry about his not so stable mother. Today was going to be the day-end of story.

The building needed a paint job because there were various discolorations in the building that drove him nuts. People who meant to just graffiti on Vice Council flyers happened to also graffiti on the building so it made the building also have spots of red, blue and even spots of yellow. Yeah, no thanks. He didn't feel like having the place look like someone took a glorious piss on it.

When the rain ended in the afternoon, he began to paint though freezing his nuts off. It took until the late afternoon, but when he was done he felt accomplished and went to take a long smoking break at the restaurant.

When he came back?

".....................the fuck?"

Vaughn was seeing red he was so pissed. His paint job was as good as useless. The shop was now tainted with eggs all over the outer walls and various pieces of toilet paper not only hung from the roof, but on various parts of the building and trees.

It was all fresh, so the little shit couldn't have gone far. Vaughn veered to the side of the building to scope out if he could see anyone in the bushes or in any nearby hiding spots. If he found whoever was responsible, he was going to make them clean the building with a toothbrush. Then afterwords, they were brushing their teeth with it.