Who: Ralph and Open
When: Evening of January 14, 2008
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Ralph wakes up in strangetown.

Memories were problematic things when fantasy and reality dissolved together. Seeing as they were doing just that for Ralph, he had a problem coming on. Madness dwelt in his head for years, but the delirium became stronger as the food supply steadily became lower. He imagined death was something like this madness, the slow withering of a body eating itself alive because it wasn’t receiving nutrition any other way. Cannibalism had been a good option. Even the basest cells in the body were cannibals eating each other alive to save the colony in an effort of survival. As Ralph stared at the dead bodies in hunger, his stomach churned in disgust because he saw them rotting inside out in spite of the freshness from their recent deaths. Dead bodies were good for a lot of things but a meal wasn’t one of them.

Ralph opened his eyes but shut them, covered them using his bandaged hands. The last memory he recollected before waking up below a white light was falling down to the ground as he fainted mid-walk. The bright light around him meant an impending explosion. Facing explosions became a common occurrence on the outside.

“Duck!” shouted Ralph. “Take cover!”

His body rolled in effort to take cover but collided against rails. Ralph looked out as his hands gripped bed railing. He stared at a neat wall and counters covered in cotton swabs, sterile bandages, and alcohol bottles. The last of his group, a Bulgarian woman possessing a limp arm and missing three teeth, died a few days ago and left him alone in the unreal terrain. How did he forget? Starvation was a funny thing. The mind was playing tricks on him.

Where am I? thought Ralph.

Who: Chris and Hayate
When: November 10, 2007 - Afternoon
Where: Start - Near the café, End - Hayate's cottage
What: Hayate isn't the only one who gets possessive

Chris had been in a bad mood ever since the day she spied Hayate with another woman. The image was burned on her memory, a wretched reminder that the boy that she liked had been holding hands with another girl! She stomped everywhere she went, and her brother knew better than to get in her way. She didn't answer him when he asked her what was wrong, choosing to give him the evil eye instead of telling him her problems. He was a boy, and at that point Chris thought that all boys were jerks.

The young girl hadn't left the water bungalow until today, her feet dragging her toward the Market Place. Chris wasn't going anyplace in particular she just needed to walk around to clear her mind, but all she kept thinking about was Hayate and how she missed him. But she didn't want to miss him - he didn't deserve to be missed! He was with someone else, holding hands with someone else, and he was a big jerk because of it!

She growled under her breath, steam rising from her parted lips. It was chilly out, and there was some snow on the ground from the morning. Was this their first snow of the season? Chris didn't know, and she didn't care at the moment. She sighed a little, and lifted her head to see where she was going. Her breath caught in her chest and she stopped dead in her tracks. There, standing in front of the café, was Hayate. Chris looked around for the other girl, but it seemed as if the vampire was alone. Unable to move from her spot (since it seemed her feet had a mind of their own) Chris decided to glare at him. Her anger rose in her chest as her eyes remained fixed on the vampire.

Who: Chris and Hayate
Where: Hayate's cottage
When: Before sunset, September 20, 2007
What: Chris visits Hayate (again) with a different look

It was a gorgeous night for a walk in Chris's opinion, and an even better night to visit her favorite vampire. The young human girl had spent the evening in town wandering about the shops aimlessly. She hadn't been shopping for anything in particular and she didn't have any specific plans. She had just been bored back at the forest cottages and decided that she needed fresh air.

It wasn't until she had reached the magical supplies shop did the girl find anything interesting. "A magical potion to change hair color? Are you sure?" There was a doubtful look on the girl's face as she crossed her arms at the shopkeeper. The kind man smiled and held out the small, yellow vile toward her silently urging her to try the concoction.

"As sure as I am alive!" He assured her with a kind grin.

And so the girl took the vile and downed the contents. It might not have been a very smart thing to do in hindsight. Chris didn't know if the old man was dangerous or if the potion would be poisonous to her. She didn't think anyone in Elysium would want to harm her and she trusted the shopkeeper's words. And sure enough Chris's golden locks began to turn into a deep shade of brown. The girl squealed out loud, bouncing on her toes as she thanked the man profusely.

"Now remember, it'll only last for a few hours," he reminded her as Chris bounded out of the shop and toward the cottages. She had to share her 'new' hair with Hayate and get his opinion. She rushed toward the familiar cottage and knocked on the door for a moment before she burst in. "Hayate! Lookit at my hair!" She looked around for the vampire and blinked when she didn't spot him right away. She turned on her spot and placed her hands on her hips and sighed out loud. "Well where did he go?" she muttered dejectedly as she blew a strand of hair away from her eyes.