Who: Max & Tabby.
When: Morning.
Where: Thorpe's.
What: Max comes seeking a few answers from Tabby.

Being Mysteria born and raised herself, as well as having been in the same grade as Tabby in school, Max knew all about the tragedy that had been in Tabby's life. In fact, knowing about the Thorpe family was the reason Max was walking into the garage, not to have her car fixed, but to ask Tabby a few things. The dreams of those in town weren't getting any better. In fact, they were getting worse. Max had ran into that being again in someone's dream and this time she had caught just a glimpse.

"Tabby," Max called out as she stepped out of the cold and into the slightly warmer garage.

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: Quinton and Terry and Open
When: early evening
Where: supermarket
What: Terry and Quinton are out buying food and trying to have fun

Quinton pushed the trolley with Terry sat in the top of it. “So…cereal with a cat on it…or cereal with a spaceman on it?” He asked chuckling holding them out to his little boy.
“Spaceman!” Terry squealed in delight.
Quinton put the cereal in and pushed Terry towards the fruit section. “So, we like apples yeah?” He asked pressing a kiss to the top of Terry’s head.
“Yeah! Green ones!” Terry giggled.
“Okay. Green it is.” He chuckled as he picked up an apple but one went rolling across the floor. Quinton followed it as it hit someone’s foot. “Oh, sorry.” He said as he picked it up and straightened up.

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: Theo and Open
When: 5.30
Where: The last round
What: Theo decides to go for a drink to relax.
Status: Incomplete

Theo had spent all day in his office, working hard. Okay trying to work hard he kept getting distracted. It was getting ever closer to full moon and it was bothering him. He wasn’t concentrating like he usually would. But it was okay he knew a good way to relax. Several actually.

He walked out of his office and into his living room heading straight for the liquor cabinet. As he opened it and looked inside he huffed. “I really need to restock this thing.” He muttered before grabbing his jacket and heading out of the door. If he didn’t have what he wanted in his house he would just have to find a bar.

He was going to drive, but his car was expensive and he knew what he was like if he started drinking and enjoying himself. Plus it might get stolen! Then he would have to kill somebody. So he walked, he figured the walk would do him some good, get rid of some of that pent up energy and stop him being so fidgety.

Eventually he found a place, the last round, interesting name and scent. Okay so this would do. He headed inside to see what he could find, as well as the drinky of course.

Who: Quinton and Max
When: late afternoon
Where: Quintons apartment
What: A lonely and upset Quinton calls up a friend to come over to help him from his little breakdown.
Status:Complete

"So, yeah...Terry's just been picked up and I was wondering if you'd want to come around to mine to eat crap, listen to stupid music and help me as to where my furniture should go. Could do with a womans touch." He said on the phone to his friend. "So I'll see you in a while?" He smiled as he heard the reply he needed on the other end of the line. "Thanks. See you soon."

He put the phone down and went about tidying up his sons toys. A tear came to his eyes and he sobbed for a few moments before sitting on the floor. He'd heard some terrible news and usually didn't let his ex-wife's rants get to him. But this time she really had. He was too god damned sensitive. He cursed and stood up wiping at his eyes. He'd be fine. He would. He'd get Terry away from those people.

He just needed a little salvation and support from an ally. He was so desperate to have his son with him. To be felt like he was needed. Some calm and some peace away from his work. From the daily horror of his job. He was having one of his little breakdowns slightly.