[[Snagging, have an idea]]

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: Yolanda & Kazuki
When: Afternoon
Where: Helicharis (im)proper.
What: Sugar-Rush Vampire Brigade, Take One: WTF? Why are you following me?

That whole curfew thing? Yeah, it sucked, even with the buddy system. Still, Yolanda was determined to make the best out of it, which is why she was out in the day. She wanted to get while the getting was good. Okay, so maybe she was slightly grumpy, but being out in the day did that to her sometimes. She'd been under the sun for a while now, wandering through the shops -- particularly any that provided shade -- and making conversation with some of the people who worked in them. As she walked a flyer caught her eye.

ATTENTION: All patrons of the arts.

Since Yola liked to think she fit the bill, she read on. A theater? Here? She smiled widely, and bounced on her heels a little. "Nice!" Looking at the name, she committed it to memory. Duncan Boyard. She'd send a him note about that. The vampire couldn't act for shit, unless you counted the sort of two-faced behavior that was required to get food sometimes. Which, by the way, she hated doing, because she wasn't into the whole duplicity deal. But that was a whole other issue. So, she wasn't going to be in any starring roles anytime soon. Still, she could paint the sets, or maybe they needed an in-house band. There had to be some way she could help out, right?

( The fuck? Was she being followed? )

Who: Yolanda Herrera (Narrative)
When: Morning to Noon
Where: Road leading out of Helicharis
What: Yolanda is looking for Echo, and a personal milestone

Yolanda stopped at the beginning of the road that lead out of Helicharis, towards the forest cottages. It looked so weird during the day, with the sunlight shining down on it. Even in the woods to either side, the sunlight filtered down, making little patterns of light and shadow that moved with each breeze. It was kind of pretty, she had to admit. In fact, the scene was probably serene and even cheerful to the average person, but sunlight didn't kill the average person under normal circumstances.. What if the barrier-thing the elves had going broke? Where could she hide?

Oh, sure she'd been out of her cottage during the day -- just the day before she and Greg had been all over Helicharis asking people if they'd seen Echo, with no luck. The closest thing they'd had to a hot tip was some old woman who began to talk about how she'd seen a girl matching the description headed to that cottage where the two vampires lived. She'd been certain that was a significant clue -- until she saw Greg and Yola exchange glances and realized that she was talking to those very same vampires. It was an awkward moment that Yolanda would have found it funny if she wasn't so worried about Echo.

Anyway, the thing was, she'd always been in town. There at least, if she felt her skin getting a little toasty, she could duck into the nearest store, house, or something. The vampire pulled out her zippo and fidgeted with it. Fingers with blood-red painted nails flicked it open and closed a few times before taking a cigarette out and lighting it. She took a drag, inhaling deeply and feeling the nicotine dampen her nerves some. As she exhaled, she looked at her nails, remembering the girl's compliments when she'd painted hers.

Okay, this was stupid. This wasn't about her, she reminded herself. This was about Echo, and Emily. And family. Yeah, on some level it also had to do with the guilt she felt about never getting back in touch with her family after she'd been vampified. They still had no idea where she was, and now she had no clue where to find them either. But so what? That didn't invalidate shit. Emily was nice, and Echo was a sweetheart. She wasn't about to stand by and let something like that happen to them. Not when she could help.

She sighed aloud, and glared up at the sky through her darkened sunglasses. She wasn't a kid anymore. And Greg was in the same boat -- literally, for all she knew, since he'd went to check out the areas by the lakes. "Coño, what's a little sunlight, right?" she asked herself sarcastically, and took her first step out of town. The next was easier, and the one after that. Some time, and a few cigs later, she managed to forget about the angry ball of vampire death looming above her, and was once again focused on her search.

Perfect timing too, because there was someone up ahead. She waved and broke into a jog to close the distance between them. "Hey, can I ask you some questions?" She barely gave herself time to breathe, much less time for the other to respond, before launching the volley of questions. "I'm looking for this missing girl. Her name's Echo. Have you seen her? She's like this tall, with blond hair to here. She might have blue nailpolish on..."

Who: Yolanda, Greg and Emily
Where: Yolanda and Greg's place
When: late morning, after Emily visits Malcolm.
What: Emily informs Yolanda and Greg of Echo's being lost.

Emily racked her mind to remember where Yolanda's house was. Why hadn't she thought of this before? Yolanda was the last person to see Echo from what Emily remembered her daughter saying and perhaps there was some clue as to where she had been heading. She hoped there was some clue, but if not, at least another person knew that Echo was lost. That was comforting, if nothing else. Leaving the Storage Facility, Emily managed to find the house successfully and knocked on the door three times. It was going to be awkward if she disturbed something important but she couldn't help it, this was important to her. She bit her lip and waited for the door to open.

Though she was somewhat calmed from her talk with Malcolm, anxiety still struck her. It was difficult not to have worries about the well-being of her daughter, and she wrung her hands a little as she waited. Being so helpless was a terrible feeling and she never wanted it to happen again if she could help it.

Who: Yolanda(+Greg), Adrienne, and Zach
When: Evening~Night
Where: On the steps of Yola&Greg's Cottage (Yes, they're hanging out on the stoop.)
What: Jam Session Investigations

Yolanda closed her eyes while her fingers slid along the strings of her acoustic bass. One hand danced along the fretboard, while the other plucked, slapped, and popped the strings. Right now, she wasn't playing anything in particular, just going with what she felt like at the time. Her years of musical training guided, rather than dictated, her choices. Through it all she could hear Greg keeping up, adding his own flair to the mix. Occasionally one would comment to the other, but for the most part, they let the music do the talking. Yola lived for this sort of thing, and they'd been at it for a while now. Sometimes practicing a song from one of their old sets, sometimes with new material, and sometimes, like now, just playing until the music stopped on it's own.

"Okay, Santa Sangre next?" A new song, one that they'd started writing after they arrived in Elysium. "I've got a few ideas I want to try out." She began to down-tune her bass. Not as loud as her baby, which was back in the apartment -- uhm, cottage. What a weird thought. She always imagined log cabins, real Abraham Lincoln shit when the word came to mind.
( "Speaking of sangre, we're running low," )

Who: Yolanda, Greg, Emily & Echo (The attack of the shared journals.)
When: Evening.
Where: Helicharis, random street
What: Mother and Daughter meet Sire and Childe

"But it's still fucking weird though." Yolanda was walking backwards, facing her so-called sire Gregory, as they wandered down a street in Helicharis. Every once in a while she checked behind her to make sure she didn't hit anyone, or anything, but for the most part, she just kept going.

"We've been here for months." Greg arched an eyebrow at her. "You're telling me you're not used to it yet?" She really needed to be more adaptable. Although he knew that nothing lasted forever, even them, he did hope that she would live long enough to see the world change as much as he did. Sometimes he worried about her.

"No. I'm really not." She laughed, fully aware of how she sounded. "I mean, it's a city, right? But where are the cars." She stopped, forcing Greg to stop short in order to avoid bumping into her, and stretched out her arms, doing a three hundred and sixty degree turn. "I mean, what's a city without cars?"

He smirked at her and shook his head. "I dunno, New York City didn't have all that many cars when I was your age." Which was to say, they didn't have any. Stank like hell too, with all the horseshit around.

"Okay fine, you were around before cars." She rolled her eyes, and slumped back against a nearby building. "It doesn't make it any less weird for me," she muttered. Reaching into one of her cargo pockets, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. "Want?" she offered, but he shook his head.
( "Don't tell me you were driving around in one of those old cars that you had to crank!"  )