Who: Quinton and Open
When: Mid evening
Where: Graveyard
What: Big bad is happening and someone needs saving!

Quinton couldn’t recall what had happened. As far as he could remember, or should, as the case may be, is that he had been at his desk, frustrated and exhausted and the next he had woken up in the pitch black with a throbbing head. At first he thought somehow he was in a locker, but then realised he was laid down in a padded box.

It was when he heard the soil being chucked on to this wooden box he began to freak out. “HEY!” He yelled out as he banged on the top. He slammed his arms in to the wooden panels but nothing was budging, in fact it was causing his knuckles to bleeds. “Someone?! Anyone?!” He shouted as he began to hear moans all around him. He couldn’t see anything but he felt their presence. All those ghosts, all those spirits descending upon him. “HELP!” He screamed. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. But as he shouted his breaths got more laboured as the air thinned.

This was happening.

Above him was a wretched old, hunched over old grave digger. He was something plucked straight out of a horror film, however the stereotyped image did not diminish his evil aura as he laughed and continued piling on the dirt, however he had only just started.

Who: Mick, Nadia, Sophia, & Open to All
When: Early Morning
Where: Mysteria
What: Escaped Convicts!



Mick wound the police 'do not cross' tape around the area, sectioning it off so the public couldn't disturb the scene. Keeping an eye out, he caught sight two women emerging from a jeep, watching as one of them slung a camera strap over her neck, along with a press I.D.

"Wow, you got here fast," He remarked, a little surprised to see them, "I guess you've got a scanner?"

"No, actually we were just driving by, saw the wreck," Nadia rolled her eyes when he eyed them skeptically, "We're just coming home from an assignment. We're locals." She snapped a few photos of the wrecked prison bus, "What happened?"

"Uh, well, it seems the penitentiary transportation vehicle crashed, ma'am." Mick answered, pretty much stating the obvious.

"No, really?" Nadia snarked mildly, zooming in and snapping a shot of the back of the wreck, "Can you explain why the prison bus has Montana plates?"

"No, I can't..." Mick shook his head with a small frown. He really had no idea what a Montana prison bus was doing in North Dakota.

"Well, what can you tell us?" Nadia pressed.

"I'm not really authorized to talk to the press, but if you'll stay here and wait just a minute, I'll talk to the detective in charge," Mick took a few steps over to the bus and poked his head in the door of the bus to speak to the detective.

"Curiouser and curiouser," Nadia remarked quietly to Sophia, "I'll get the pictures, you get the story."

Who: Quinton and Open
When: evening
Where: Food shopping
What: Quinton is feeling unwell and collapses

Quinton had been staring at the same jar of pickles for about twenty minutes. Not that he even realised the time that was passing. Lately he hadn’t been sleeping too well and it wasn’t just the fault of all these nightmares spooking the general public. He looked unwell, almost grey. He had been working so hard with the huge load of extra panic calls being made and everyone at the station was exhausted. However he had suffered a lot in the last week and it was just all a little too much.

His lover had just disappeared, box and all, to where? Who knew? And finding out? Impossible. So he was left with worry and heartache and no one to look after Terry. So Terry had been put back in to day care. Quinton simply couldn’t afford it. His hours were getting worse too so he had no time for his son. He had left Terry with a neighbour he could trust for an hour or two while he got a break away and did some shopping, that he couldn’t afford.

He wondered if this was all the work of a demon, scaring all the residents. But whatever was causing all of this, he couldn't stop it. He'd just have to hope that one of the other residents of town could cope. He knew he was struggling too. But had to keep going!

He kept staring at the jar of pickles and swayed a little. What happened after that he wasn't quite sure. All he knows is that he was now waking up on the floor of the store.

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: Quinton and OTA with access to the station
When: mid morning
Where: Police Station
What: Quinton is troubled

Quinton rubbed at his temple, “You’re sure?” He asked the his friend from the ballistics department on the end of the line.
“Sure as sure Quin. The bullet extracted from the victim wasn’t mass produced. It was made in a workshop. I’ve seen the style before. New York. Mob connections.” He added.
“Great. So what is the Mob doing in Mysteria?” He frowned.
“Lord knows. That’s your problem, Quin. But I’m telling you. If the guys in NYPD hear that the mob is in your town, you’ll have them poking their noses in to your business.”
“Oh fantastic.” He sighed. “At least I can prepare for it. Cheers Drew.” He smiled as he hung up the phone and looked at a picture of the pretty young woman who had been shot. "Poor thing..." He said softly.

Who: Robin and Quinton
When: After work
Where: Home
What: Robin has found a new 'game' and it's the best ever!

After a very busy day with Terry, Robin had put him to get and playing with the TV and he had found the best game in the world! It was called 'the stock market' and it cost money but right now he was winning, by about $1000 so that could only be a good thing right? He for soem reason seemed to be very good at this and it was lots of fun! He sat watchign the TV and his numbers while he waited for Quinton to come home then he could show him this awesome game!

Who: Theo, Quinton, Sam, Robin and Terry(NPC)
When: 2pm
Where: The police sation
What: Robin has dropped by to see Quinton and Sam while Theo is meant to be having a meeting with them

Theo had arranged a meeting with Quinton and Sam, he thought it about time they got this case rolling and he needed to meet the opposition, plus it was always good to annoy Quinton, so he'd arranged it through a secratary so he couldn't object to it or bitch at him on the phone. He stopped at the reception to sign in.

For some reason Robin always managed to slip past the reception unnotied even when carrying Quinton's two year old son who thought it was funny. He had run into the office to surprise Quinton and Sam unaware that they were about to go into a meeting and then just started rambling.

"-and then we went to the park and played on the swings and it was awesome oh and the slide! I got stuck, and Terry laughed at me which was mean, I got free though so all better and then Terry went down a few times and tried to get stuck but it didn't work, right lil man?" Robin said very quickly.

Terry nodded. "Nope!"

"Soooo anyway, then we went for food and we made a huge mess and it was fun and there may have been sugar but then i though why not come see you before Terry's nap time, because you miss us and stuff!" Robin nodded seriously. "But yeah, hiiii! We love you!"

"Yeah love you!" Terry piped up with a giggle. It was possible they were getting some strange looks by now.

"Oh and is there anything I can do for you?" Robin asked Sam, hey never known when you need a genie! It was at that point Robin finally shut up after about ten minutes of talking and actually allowed others to speak.

Who: Evan, Selena & OTA
Where: The park
When: Midday
What: Evan takes his daughter Selena to play at the park

Selena was on the monkey bars again. For the life of him, Evan couldn't get that girl to stop playing on them, not that he was really inclined. "Careful darling," Evan told his daughter, his thick Welsh accent making his warning a little more melodious than the other parents calling out to their kids.

He sat back on the bench, watching, making sure that his precious baby girl wasn't getting into a position where she'd hurt herself, sitting next to someone he'd never met, though he had been in Mysteria for three years.

"Do you mind?" He asked.

Who: Robin and Quinton
When: Late Night
Where: Quinton's home
What: Robin's box is stolen

Robin smiled up at Quinton as he laid with his head in his lap. They'd played with Terry for a few hours then had take out and he was nicely stuffed. "Hmmmm good food!" He said grinned up at his boyfriend.

In town though not everything was happy and sleepy, the box that kept Robin tied to it was on the move. It had been stolen and was rapidly heading out of town. The thief picked through his bag of goodies handling the box, that would bring a pretty penny!

All of a sudden Robin sat up feeling a familiar pull. "No, no no no!"

Who: Quinton and Robin
When: Bedtime
Where: Quinton’s place
What: Quinton brings Robin a hot chocolate and settles down for the night

Quinton opened the door to Terry’s room to look in on him just for a moment. He smiled spotting his son happily snoozing with his blue bunny plushie and his thumb in his mouth sucking softly and peacefully on it. He smiled pulling the door to quietly and then headed in to his room.
“He’s sleeping soundly.” He said as he handed Robin a hot chocolate drink with all the trimmings.” He pulled off his dressing gown and kicked off his slippers and climbed in to bed in his PJ bottoms. “What you been watching?” He asked as he looked to the tv set in his bedroom and sipped on a glass of water on the bedside table. He picked up some files from work he had to finish off and sign. “What did you do today then?” He chuckled. Pillow talk was always too cosy a deal. But with Robin it was never dull.
“Oh, there’s a new girl at the station. She’s pretty. You’ll have to come by and put her ill at ease with your innocent compliments that are way too informative of what you’d like to do.” He laughed.

Who: Julianna & Theo
Where: Home
When: Evening
What: Julianna comes home after work, happy to see her fiance after his business trip.

Julianna pulled up in front of the house and practically squeeled with happiness. Theo was home. She had really missed him while he was on his business trip. She quickly got out of the car he had given her, grabbing her beg and rushing up the steps into the house.

"Theo! I'm home!" she called as she took off her coat and scarf at the door, kicking off the heels she had finally started wearing. She found she enjoyed wearing the clothes he got for her. He liked them and she wanted to make him happy so to work she had worn an outfit that cost more then what she made in a month, but she work the charcoal pants suit with pride.

Who: Robin, Quinton, James, Poppy and Open
When: 10pm onwards
Where: The last round
What: The four meet and talk

Upon seeing James at the bar the strange Genie did as he was told and ran to attack James. He came right up behind him and leapt onto his back, squeeling with glee. "Hiiiiii Jaaaaames!" It was always such a lovely thing to have happen to an unsuspecting person.

Who: Open to All
When: 9pm and on
Where: The Last Round
What: New Year's Eve Party



The Christmas decorations had been taken down and replaced with one for the party. The bar actually looked festive. Of course Gideon hadn't done it himself. He had had a couple of the employees do it. Still, it looked nice. The bar had been open for a while now but the party was just now set to start. Which was way Gideon was coming down the stairs dressed as a preacher.

Who: Quinton, Robin, Fi and Neil
When: Dinner time
Where: Quinton’s apartment
What: The four have dinner together

Robin for once had possibly had a good idea, he had decided that they all needed to sit down to dinner and have a damn good time and that Quinton and Fi especially needed it! Because they worked too hard!

Of course that had meant the cooking was all down to Quinton. Since Robin couldn’t even be trusted with a toaster. It was a proven fact! So instead he was supposed to be getting ready. He had made the apartment look very swanky indeed. There was velvet drapes on the windows and plush carpet and soft lighting. Okay it was all an illusion but it worked!

He ran through the living room to the kitchen in his boxers and unbuttoned slightly pink shirt. “Is it ready yet sexy man?” He asked sliding across the floor.