Halcyon Halls

Who: Kenny and OPEN, otherwise narrative
When: Wednesday evening
Where: The shore.

She had left her computer and decided that she needed to be outside. The rooms were too cramped, too fake for her to tolerate right now. After having had all that freedom being back home, this place was suffocating. The people were more suffocating than she remembered. They were sickening. Though that was cruel of her, only one was sickening. She did not want to hear his reasons for doing something so forbidden, something so horrifying against someone else's free will. Though she had been warned. The elders had told her that often, that was all people outside the sea really cared for. Given how these people treated the sea, it really was rather clear.

In Kendra's people, there were very few things that were unforgivable. Living as creatures of the sea they accepted a lot. Death be another creature, even those who killed outside of the need of food, was something that was common place and therefore tolerated. When they were killed for food, it was simply the same as they themselves hunting. All things must devour another. When their home, their ocean, their beaches were polluted, they simply managed as best they could. But one thing held up against all offenses was the crime of marriage, the stealing of a selkie's form and freedom. It was something that revolted even the most open minded selkie. The idea behind it was gruesome, something that her people viewed as worse than death.

Sitting down in the sand, she let the sea curl up and wash underneath her. The tide flowed back and forth, the water's sound, smell, and touch reaching up to her just enough. She held her pelt tight in her hands, rubbing her cheek against it. This was the most precious thing in her world, more precious than life itself. The only reason a selkie would not commit suicide while married is because doing something against orders was impossible. The fading sunlight poured over top of her to meet the water and sand below her, warming her just a tad bit. And she felt even more sick for home than when she first came to this place. Why couldn't she just have a place that made sense?

Who: Everyone who received an invite, and their guest (Check Wes' page, if you're not sure about an invite.)
Where: Gun Smoke Tattoo
When: Thursday Night
What: Shop Warming party, and small gig

There was a goal here. After living in Vegas, having been to so many bitchin' parties, your standards for them rose. The normal, punch, and cookies, with a shit ass dj, lurking in some corner, wouldn't cut it here. Hell no. The goal, was to make this party, just as fucking killer, as any party he'd been to in Vegas. To make those parties jealous even. With the help of his friends, and brothers, it seemed as if that was going to happen. All the elements were in place, now it would be down to those in attendance, to make the most of it. Wes was sure of one thing, he was going to have an amazing time, there would be no stopping that.

The Spooks had been a huge help, in their time on the island. While Wes tended to his classes, they took care of setting up for the party. Doing little things here, and there. Anyone who came into the shop after that Monday, would notice that certain things were off. It was all in preparation. Now, it was ready, everything was good. A bar had been constructed against on the walls. Bottles, upon bottles were either stacked beneath it, or on the packing crate shelves they had built last Monday. Wes had been told that there was more than enough liquor... he was starting to question whether it was enough. Also available at the bar, one would find certain goodies upon request. That was one good thing, about knowing drug dealers. They made excellent party guest. Aside from the bar, another sofa had been added to the sitting area, similar to the one all ready occupying the space, but not nearly as detailed.
( Let the fun begin. )

Who: Kendra, and Rufus
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The grounds around Halcyon
What: A nice peaceful walk


"I should have worn gloves..." Muttering to ones self was never a good idea, especially while passing through the busy halls of Halcyon. It never earned you looks of admiration, but rather curious glances. People wondering if you were crazy, or just one of those overly stressed students, who took to repeating their to do list over, and over again to themselves. Rufus wasn't stressed out, but, he didn't consider himself crazy either. Well, everyone was a little crazy, but compared to most, he was relatively normal. Or so he liked to believe. Though, he could simply be giving himself too much credit.

His fingers were still bandaged in several places. Most of the blisters had began to go down, but some has insisted upon rupturing, and now hurt worse than ever. His hands were a complete mess, and he wished that he had worn gloves during all of that practice. Now, there was all the practice to anticipate for Wes' party. There was no question that he planned to protect his hands during that. Though, seeing as he had learned so many of the Spooks songs, he hoped that the practices wouldn't be as extensive. After all, Wes had classes to teach, and a shop to run. Surly he wouldn't insist on a great amount of time.

Though, the mere thought of playing live once more was exciting. It would be the first time, in quite a while, so he felt some nervousness towards it. He also wouldn't be playing with Janka, which he'd never done before. Though, Wes seemed cool enough, so hopefully it wouldn't be too far of a stretch. Also, he was allowed to invite people. Ada, whom he admired for her talent, Kate, who had expressed a desire to see him play, and Kendra, who he simply wanted to show off for. Those were the names he added to the list. Though, he thought he might go ahead, and mention it to Kendra today, rather than waiting for Wes to send out the invites.

He waited patiently outside the House of Aquatic, for someone to come out, so that he would be able to enter. His wait wasn't long, but that didn't mean he intended to waste time hanging about. After a bit of asking around, he discovered which dorm Kendra resided in, and made his way to it's door. They had made plans, but time had never been set. Hopefully she wouldn't be too off put by his presence. Rufus rather wished it was welcomed. He would soon find out. Raising his hand, he knocked firmly upon the door. When it did open, his eyes cast down to meet her. A smile immediately setting across his face. "Still up for that walk?"

Who: Mair and Kenny
Where: By the beach
When: Tuesday

The rain hadn’t kept Mair inside all the time, but it had kept her from her beloved outdoors far more than usual. There was nothing like being out in the sunshine in spring. Something about the nice mild weather and the way the flowers were blooming and everything was turning green from the recent rain made her feel more alive. In the nature nymph’s case, it tended to make her almost hyperactive, and after a long day of attempting to keep her attention on the professor during classes while doodling pictures of horses and flowers and beaches instead of taking notes, she hurried to her room and retrieved Rhys, threw her things on the bed, and made a bee-line for the great outdoors.

The horse she was working with today wasn’t scheduled until a few hours later, so she had time to kill, and it had been a few days since she and Rhys had wandered down to the beach. The waterside still fascinated her, as she’d never seen anything like it before coming to Halcyon. The waves crashing on the shore were hypnotic at times when she had less energy, but right now she wanted to play and Rhys had the same thing in mind.

The little red fox bounded off and brought back a stick that was almost as large as he was. “That’s a little big for you,” she said with a laugh, snapping the wood in half before tossing it for him. He let out a raspy bark and went after it, hopping rather than running, and Mair ran after him, trying to beat him to it. Of course the fox was quicker, and he ran from her, turning every so often to see if she was still following. The two made quite a sight, a presumably wild animal being chased after by a wisp of a girl, laughing as the surf soaked the hem of her jeans.

Finally she was worn out and sat down in the sand a few feet out of the reach of the waves, leaning back. Rhys kept running but turned and came back, dropping the stick right on her face. She giggled again and threw it for him and he leaped after it. He could play for hours and never get tired, and even though Mair’s mind was always moving a million miles a minute, her muscles did need a rest occasionally!

Who: Kenny and Rufus
What: There's a reason why people shouldn't touch something that doesn't belong to you. A very good reason in fact.
When: late Friday afternoon
Where: The beach

It had been raining for what felt like forever. Kendra was no stranger to rain really, it was just something that happened. Rain was needed after all. But going for so long without sunlight had certainly been a chore. Plus with the winds and storming the sea had not been a very happy place to dive in to. In fact it really was quite dangerous depending on which evening she thought of. But today, today was the first day in what was beginning to seem like a lifetime where the rains had finally stopped and given way to a calm, smooth ocean. After classes got out she just could not stay inside any longer, it really felt like she had been doing too much of that lately anyway.

Only pausing to grab her pelt she raced down to the ocean and slipped into her skin. The ocean and the seal were made for each other and spending so much time in her human form was more tiring than one would imagine. She was so used to this body and this realm of the ocean and waves that being cooped up in a building with desks and books seemed horribly unnatural. Home was always in her daydreams and the water surrounding this island was as close as she could get to going back. After all, she had made her choice to come here. Leaving was not an option. But the soothing sea certainly did wonders to calm her troubled mind.

While she could stay out all night if she really wanted to, she knew that she should probably go in and get something to eat. Hunting something did spark her fancy, but why waste what had already been prepared? It seemed like a waste of life really and so she came out of the waves and slipped her pelt off, laying it on a rock to dry a bit. Stretching out the awkward human skin she was now in, she looked around for the clothes that she had come out in. Really these people had so much fabric on themselves, it did seem somewhat pointless. But customs were what customs were. The elders had very strictly warned her not to offend anyone at the school and the elders did have only her best interests at heart.

Looking around to make sure no one was about, she started to dress. The beach had been empty the entire time she had been out, which was as fine as anything for Kendra. Her pelt was the most precious thing that she had and no one around meant that no one could take it. Though she doubted that many of them knew what a selkie was from what she had seen so far, the risk was just too great. Though this place did seem safe enough and she felt comfortable. Granted not as comfortable as with her pod, but a general sort of awkward comfort. She still worried of course, but as she started to settle in the worry was less present.

Reaching down to grab her pants, something sparkled in what light there was and caught her eye. Looking over she saw a lovely little rock. It was jutting out of the sand and it twinkled ever so prettily. Forgetting herself for a moment, she went over and dug it out of the sand. Kneeling down and holding her new treasure, she smiled. It was certainly a bit bigger than it looked when it first caught her eye and it was pretty shades of brown and orange and tan. Turning it over in her hand to look it over, she wondered just what kind of rock it was and if someone had dropped it. It was certainly a nice thing and they were probably missing it.