Who: Harper and Brian
When: Morning
Where: Brian's cabin
What: Harper's nightmare comes true.



Like so many in Mysteria, Harper had been having nightmares. They weren't anything too horrible, not like some were having. She just kept dreaming that she had shifted into the wolf and was stuck in that form. So when she woke up in bed in her form wolf, to say she was a bit freaked was an understatement. She tried shifting back even though it was dangerous to do without Jeremy but couldn't. In the end she ended up laying down with her head on her paws and whining.

Who: Zeke & Brian
When: Around midday
Where: The Woods
What: Hunting Hell Hounds



Zeke crouched and examined a paw print in the ground. It was huge, canine, and fresh. As to whether it was from a werewolf or the hell hound he was hunting was difficult to tell. He wouldn't know till he found its owner. Following the trail, his footfalls were nearly silent on the ground as he moved through the woods, careful to avoid stepping on any twigs that might snap beneath his feet and give away his presence...

Who: Jeremy, Harper, Brian, Isabel, Connor, Max, Casey, Sophia, Brooke, and Anna.
When: 6pm.
Where: Jeremy's Cabin.
What: Harper fixes Sunday dinner.



Harper had been on a cooking rampage lately and had decided to bring the Alphas and Betas and their mates together for dinner. Jeremy had the biggest cabin so she had taken over his kitchen to cook with everyone gathering later to eat. Everyone was starting to roll in as Harper was chasing her brother out of the kitchen...again.

"Jeremy Caine I swear if you don't get out of this kitchen and leave the food alone that I'm going to whack you with a frying pan," Harper threatened as she smacked Jeremy's hands out of a bowl.

"Aww, come on Harp. Just a little nibble."

"No! Now go do something constructive like set the table."

Who: Pack, OTA family and friends of pack
When: 5pm and on
Where: The Pack Cabins
What: The pack gets in touch with their inner party animals.



The sun was starting to set and in the middle of the clearing in front of the first row of cabins was a large bonfire. Jeremy's cabin was open to all. Coolers filled with soda and beer covered the front porch. Inside the table in the kitchen and the counters were covered with food that Harper and a few others had been busy cooking all day. There was just about anything you could think of food wise and plenty of it. Music filled the air out side and chairs had been placed around the fire.

The pack was whole. The pack was healthy. It was time to celebrate, even if it was still the middle of winter.

Who: Brian, Open
When: 4 pm
Where: grocery
What: Everyone's got to shop


Pushing the cart, Brian leant heavily on the handle each time his right foot touched the ground. He'd never gone to get the bones set, not in time at least, and he didn't really care to have them broken again on the chance that they'd heal better. He envied the rest of the pack their healing powers at times like this. He'd probably feel some kind of pain from it for the rest of his life.

Squinting down at the list, he tried to decipher his chicken scratch. The cabin was running low on food; he'd never spent such a long time there without a long break. He'd canceled all of his guide trips, at least for a while. It'd pissed of a few of his regulars that came at this time every year, but Harper still needed him, and his foot needed to not be hiking.

Who: Brian, Harper
When: late morning
Where: Brian's cabin
What: Harper's got the shot... but will she wake up?

Frozen at her side, as he had been most of the days she'd been out, Brian watched Harper intently, waiting for her to show some sign of rousing from her coma. Hope had been by, delivering a serum that she said would attack the virus or... something. He couldn't concentrate much on what the blonde doctor had said. He was beginning to wear down from the lack of sleep.

But he wouldn't give in to it now. Not when they could be so close. Running his thumb over Harper's cheek, he sent a silent prayer up to... well he didn't know what. And, he waited.

Who: Brian, OTPack
When: late morning
Where: Brian's cabin
What: Harper's still out, and Brian's losing his mind.

"You have to get better," Brian pleaded with his fiance for what felt like the thousandth time. And, just as all the other times, Harper didn't respond. Didn't even move. Brian was in bad shape. He hadn't eaten more than a few bites since Harper had fallen into the coma. He wasn't sleeping, wasn't bathing, hadn't seen a razor in a week. All of his energy was going toward her care. "You have to get better, Harper," his voice cracked, and he rested his head on the mattress near her hand. "I'll do anything it takes... Whatever you want, name it or give me a sign and I'll do it if you just open your eyes for me, please..."

Who: Ash, Stefan and Open
When: Midday
Where: Woods, near the cabins
What: Ash has heard about the sick wolves and wants to help

Working at the bar gave Ash some insight into what was going on into town. For instance that Jeremy's sister was sick, and shouldn't be, though he didn't know she had slipped into a coma. So that was his reason for trudging through the snow in the woods. He knew they lived out here somewhere, and was just heading for somewhere central. He was hoping they didn't think it a good idea to eat him before he had a chance to explain himself.

Stefan was there because Ash didn't want to let him out of his sight, and he may be of some help. Though he was complaining a lot.

Ash smiled as they came to the cabins. "Awesome... Well that wasn't too hard." Now he needed to find someone.

"Sure you didn't blow your brain cell with that one?" Stefan asked biterly, and Ash just shook his head.

Who: Marco & Brian
Where: Hess/7-11
When: A little after lunch time
What: Working and feeling generally flu-ish.

'Sleep is nice...' Marco realized as he sat behind the counter, his head down on top of the newspaper he had been reading, probably picking up some of the headlines. Personally, he found it a bit strange how odd he felt. His nose was stuffed, and his throat hurt, and his head felt fuzzy. How stupid was that? He was fully aware of how unlikely it was for him to be sick, and he'd made the decision not to inform anyone because of how weird that sounded.

He did kind of wish that he'd told his boss, though. Having the day off wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

With his head still firmly planted on the counter, Marco pulled his jacket tighter around him. It was slow, as usual, so maybe he'd be able to get in a power nap or something. And anyone who needed gas would just pay at the pumps. That's be great. He was about six minutes into a nap when he heard the door as it swung open. He knew he'd have that luck...

Who: Harper, Hope, Brian
Where: Hospital
When: After accepted proposal!
What: Harper takes some tests, and tries to learn about the sneezing.

"Dr. Cale?" Brian asked as a young-looking woman approached them. She even looked angelic, though that had nothing to do with actually being one, of course. He was mostly hoping it wasn't another nurse telling them to be patient. They'd been waiting in the waiting room for what felt like him to be forever. That other wolf was in a coma and they were just sitting here, doing nothing!

Who: Brian & Harper
When: Mid-morning, early afternoon
Where: The Chase Treehouse
What: Brian's got some things on his mind.

( See, what's the point of waiting anymore? Cause girl I've never been more sure that baby, it's you )

Who: Diana, Meadow, Matty, Brian, Harper, Nadia, Marcus, open to the Kelley family
When: Morning
Where: The Kelley Home
What: Matty went missing and he's found by wolves, leopards and psychics.
Posting Order: Matty, Diana, Derek, Hope (Hospital)/ Nadia, Marcus, Aurora, Meadow, Brian, Harper (Home).

( Read more... )

Who: Connor & Brian
Where: The Pack Territory
When: Midday
What: Connor just got home and runs into his old friend Brian...who's awfully nervous...

( Can you pencil me in when you can )

Who: Harper and Brian
When: Around 9pm
Where: Back at the cabins
What: Harper decides to spend Christmas eve with Brian



For a while Harper ran with the pack. She was always the last one. The one bringing up the rear. She couldn't run the way Jeremy could to run at the front nor did she hold the position in pack to be allowed to do so. So when she decided to turn back and go find Brian, it made it easy to just drop off the end and turn around.

Her first stop was her own cabin that she shared with Jeremy. Leaping up into one of the chairs on the porch, she knocked the Christmas wreath that was hanging on the front of the house down then jumped off the chair. Pushing it up with her nose, she poked her head through it until it hung around her neck like an oversized Christmas collar.

Now decorated for the holiday, she trotted towards the cabin she knew Brian was in. Sitting on the porch of it, she lifted her muzzle to the sky and started to sing carols, something a wolf should never do.

Who: Brian & Harper, Jeremy
When: Lunch
Where: Harper and Jeremy's cabin
What: Brian has a gift from his mother and a yearning to see Harper.

It's hard to stay hidden from a were who not only has your scent ingrained in her mind from bearing you, but also has the added advantage of pregnancy making her nose even more sensitive. Brian's mom had found him quite easily the morning after he left Harper's cabin and spent the night in an empty one. He'd spent the whole day and most of the night being lectured and then hugged, and then lectured some more. Being under his parents' roof was like being 13 again. Not something he relished.

Waking up today, he was happy to smell his mother's signature dishes. Cooking was always a sign that she was happy. As he'd come into the kitchen, she'd thrust a basket into his arms, demanding he take it to Harper and Jeremy immediately. He didn't need to be told twice to leave the Cabin of Perpetual Adolescence.

Who: Jeremy, Harper, Brian
When: Around four
Where: The cabin
What: Jeremy comes home to find the pair together.



Ever have one of those days that when you got home you wished you could just turn around, walk back out the door, and pretend you had never actually walked in the door to start with? Jeremy was having one of those days. The moment he cracked the door open he smelled it. The doorknob was going to have be replace for his hand tighten on it and his fingers ended up leaving dents in the metal. Since he hadn't gotten any panicked calls from Brian says he had managed to kill Harper, that left less worry and more room for anger. Anger that seemed to fill the room as he stepped into the cabin. "Brian get your ass out here," he yelled.

Who: Brian, anyone who feels like hiking several miles of rocky wilderness.
When: 5 pm
Where: His cabin
What: Brian is doing his work

After gathering kindling, Brian built up a small but hot fire in the pit outside of his cabin. The guy was no cook. His dinner tonight was about to consist of the few vegetables he had purchased, eaten raw, and a can of Spaghetti'Os he was going to heat over the flame. He grabbed his tongs and started to do just that, grabbing a carrot and munching it. The first few days of the month were the only times he got to eat vegetables, or anything that was too perishable, and he made sure to do so with regularity to stave off scurvy and the like.

After finishing his vegetables, the can was boiling and he took his fork and began to dig in, blowing on the hot 'meal' before taking bites.

Who: Brian, Open
When: 6:55pm
Where: Town Square
What: Brian comes into town for supplies

Brian dropped his pack in the grocery, nodding to the man behind the counter. He had an almost-standing order of supplies that came in this time of the month, containing everything he'd need. Matches, food, some drugs just in case. Everything was covered. The grocer would have his pack full before he finished visiting around town. "I'll be a little late, I want to check out the tree," he smiled before he ducked out.

He was exhausted. He'd spent nearly four weeks camping with a group near St. Michael, and almost two months before that at Fort Totten. He hadn't had a proper hair cut in four months, when he was last in Mysteria. Luckily, the groups he guided brought food for him as well. But now his food supplies at the cabin were dangerously low, and he'd come straight to town after his group had left.

Reaching the town square, his face fell. "Dammit, I missed it again," he said, mostly to himself, as he looked at the tree in all her glory.