Half Past Midnight

Who: Jo and Tayne
When: Anesus 5, just after sunrise
Where: Outside!

Accustomed to waking with the sun (and still a little tired from her meeting with Paziter and all the excitement the following day), Jo was up and about her business before she even realized that the windows in her room had vanished. They'd never actually bothered her much, even with a boy as her neighbor. Harlan had even actually been quite nice throughout the whole ordeal.

With her mind still on windows, Jo glanced outside. The rainy weather had worsened overnight... and today was her shift in the garden. She paused only a moment before shrugging mentally. It wasn't as though she'd melt, and she'd probably been out in worse. Still, it'd be pretty cold, as well as damp, so another layer of clothing was called for.

Who: Jo, Paziter (And Harlan?)
When: Anesus 4, 12:30AM
Where: The Staircase

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Who: Joy and Paziter
When: Anesus 3, 8:00 PM
Where: Main Hall

Paziter was in a righteously cranky mood, by all the gods and their consorts. He had gotten to sleep late due to Harlan's dawn-time visit (not a problem in itself. Harlan was nice. Harlan was fun. Most importantly, Harlan understood how to act like a half-decent Vrykolas-being.) The trouble had come after the human had left.

Oh, and had it come in spades.

Needless to say, Paziter had slept very poorly, and held Lykos-kind to even lower standards than he'd felt when he stumbled into Raven the first time around. That tramp, she had run Paziter to within an inch of his temper, which had -- until this point -- come in yards and miles. One of these nights that bloody unfortunate Zalaron was going to get just what she was asking for...

But it was not going to be tonight.

Who: Harlan and Jo
Where: Their rooms, and the window between them
When: Anesus 3, late morning

One of the many places Harlan hid his things was the closet, the large room full of clothes and linens and things for everyone in the compound to use if they had need. After visiting with Paziter, he needed to put his tinkerings away, and the closet seemed as good a place as any, and one place he didn't actually have any of his other more personal belongings. By the time he actually reached the second floor, after two flights of stairs and a couple long hallways, however, he was starting to think he'd never make it to the closet. A breather was definitely required, so that his heart might slow down and his head stop spinning.