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: Remus, Anybody at the building or behind it.
When: 3:30 pm
Where: The Last Round
What: Boy who skipped work a few days without arrives late.


Remus entered his place of work through the front door, head bowed, clothing hanging open, face unshaken and hair uncombed. But he was here, maybe a little late, but he'd wanted to make sure his Angel was fed before leaving. He didn't like to leave her home all alone, but he'd done his best to explain to her that he needed to go make money to keep the heat and electricity on and food in their bellies. No, he didn't feel like going to work, and he wouldn't mind starving himself, but the dog had been sent to him for a reason and he was determined to care for her.

Now he could only hope that he didn't run into Gideon or anyone talkative or unnecessary while he worked. He just wanted to punch his time card, work, make money, and go home without talking, arguing, or crying in front of anybody.

Once inside the kitchen he threw his jacket down, grabbed an apron, and started turning on his equipment. Orders already due... oh well. They could wait.

Who: Remus & Elena
Where: Remus'
When: Morning
What: Elena watches Remus as he wakes up.

Elena, still in her wolf form, was curled up in bed with Remus. He was asleep, hugging her. He had cried himself to sleep the night before. Elena and licked away his tears and nuzzled him comfortingly till he had finally fell asleep and stayed through the night.

NOw the morning sun was coming in through the blinds and Elena had her head on Remus' pillow as he was using her as one. She nuzzled his mussed hair just a little.

Who: Remus
When: Morning
Where: His living room
What: Being depressed.

( Stick a Knife in my Heart and Twist. )

Who: Remus, Diana, some of the Kelley kids
When: Midday
Where: Remus' house
What: Diana goes to see an old friend and finds him...well in bad shape to say the least.

( And I will fix you )

Who: Remus and Cass
When: 7 am
Where: Remus' place
What: Cass wakes up in a strange place

With a start, Cass bolted upright, her dreams troubled. It was the same dream that had been haunting her for years. Fire, fear, and hatred, in equal parts. She was trembling like a leaf, and when she looked around, she had no idea where she was. She could hardly even remember who she was.

But she knew she had to go. Get away from the evil. The fire. The fear. She stopped at the doorway to the bedroom, performing the ritual that kept her safe, then looked around. How did she get out? Where was she? This wasn't her tree! Frustrated, hot, and angry tears slid down her cheeks, and she made a frustrated noise before flopping herself to the ground.

Who: Cassandra and Remus
When: night time
Where: The Last Round
What: Cassandra's found some money and wants FOOD.

She found it, alright? It was just laying on the ground, and that means it could be hers. It's not like a 20 dollar bill could buy much anyway, unless you were an almost starving girl. Despite the McDonalds, her ribs were still showing. For some reason, she was hoping being full would make her look full, as well. So a few more days went by, and now she's swaying in the streets again.

Which was how she found the money. So, really, it could have been fate. She couldn't hear any minds nearby. No one was missing it in the vicinity. So she snatched it and ran to Gideon's place immediately. He had food there, and was open. Delights, where she would have preferred, was already closed.

Walking into The Last Round, she hopped up on the stool, noticing how much warmer it was inside. Outside in a sundress was really... chilly. Not that it bothered her, but it made her skin feel weird. Like it wasn't hers any more. She dragged her fingers slowly through the condensation left on the table from someone else's drink. When she looked up at the space behind the bar, she frowned. There was blue everywhere. Slowly creeping into the kitchen, she peered at the source of the blue emanations.

Who: Remus, open.
When: 5:30pm
Where: The Last Round
What: Job hunting is only for the strong.

Remus was tired. He'd woken up this morning to find that his new bank account had just bottomed out, quickly wrote up his application, put on a suit, and since has been roaming the town, searching for a job. It was cold and snowy, and overall disheartening. Finally he could find no other place to apply, and found a warm, comfortable looking bar where he could take a breather before going home.

Sinking into a barstool and shrugging off his overcoat he pulled out the last five dollars he had and he looked up.

"Something warm, please. Coffee, tea, whatever," he said to the barkeep, rubbing his eyes and then sighing, looking at his last copy of his resume. He didn't get it, he had good references and a degree, he was able to provide samples of his work, why was it so hard to find a job here? Granted it was a small town. He closed his eyes and prayed that he'd find something. He'd just spent the last of his inheritance on fixing up the kitchen and heating in his house, it would be a waste of money, time, and effort if he had to leave now.