Who: Duncan and Stefan
When: early morning
Where: Stefan’s squat
What: Duncan wakes up feeling better

Duncan opened his eyes and it took a few moments for him to work out where he was. It wasn’t Indy’s nice soft bed, it was Stefan’s rather lumpy and uncomfortable bed. He sat up looking for his clothes which were on the other side of the room. He had spent the whole night there. The whole night was something rare. Usually Stefan just took-wait, he hadn’t this time around. He let him sleep. Duncan frowned trying to understand this. Stefan was just his dealer yet he had admitted what he was to him. It sent a shiver down his spine and he pulled the blankets back around him and laid back down on his side. He glanced towards the door when he heard it open and felt a cold draft blow over him. “Oh...morning.” He said sitting back up.

Who: Ash, Red, Tabby and Stefan
When: Afternoon
Where: Ash's place
What: Red comes to visit her favourite cousin and scares off his brother

Ash was sat on the sofa with Tabby, they had been busy today they had cleaned his place and restocked his cupboards, okay so he didn't know what you did with half of it. But Tabby assured him that she did. He had had to move his concious brother out of the way several times too, he just got in the way.

Stefan was currently sat on the floor clinging to a bottle of gin while muttering about the soppy annoying people.

Neither of them knew the peace was about to be disturbed.

Who: Ash and Stefan
When: 3.30am
Where: The streets
What: Ash finds Stefan on his way home and has a few choice words for him

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Who: Tyson & Bridgette, later Stefan & cop types, and then Miles
When: Around 4:45pm - just before sundown.
Where: The streets of Mysteria
What: Looking for trouble... and finding it.
Warnings: Foul language & Violence, and a possible heart attack risk for Gideon...



Tyson had been in Mysteria for about a week, just laying low for a while. he was thinking it was just about time to move on again though. Walking along as dusk began to fall, a thing of beauty caught his eye. A black 1965 Mustang, in what appeared to be mint condition.

Slowing, he moved closer, walking around to check her out from a few different angles. Oh yeah, assuming the engine was as in good condition as the rest of her, she was mint.

One way to find out. He moved closer to the car, slipping a hand into his inner jacket pocket for the pick set set he kept there...

Who: Stefan and Open
When: 11am
Where: The streets
What: Stefan wakes up on the pavement with a bottle in his hand and no where to go

Stefan slowly awoke not sure where he was at first. He slowly sat up and looked around, he had been sleeping just off from the main street on the pavement. He looked to the almost empty bottle of whisky in his hand and shook it. “Still good…” He muttered and took a drink.

It was then he noticed the small back of possessions next to him, you’d think he’d have used that as a pillow right? Nope, he must have slept where he fell. Rubbing his eyes he tried to recall the events of the night previous. He had gone home to find the locks changed and his stuff outside with a notice saying he’d been evicted. He guessed that’s what you got for not paying your rent and threatening your landlord when he asked for it. Stefan shrugged and looked around him. He should really get to ‘work’ those junkies wouldn’t hand over cash for their fix by themselves! Or he could find somewhere to stay… work first then find a place? Sounded good.

He pulled himself off the ground; he was dirty and looked like he’d slept on the streets for days. He headed towards his usual selling point.

Who: Stefan and Open
When: Late night
Where: The streets
What: Stefan is full of Christmas cheer! …or not.

Stefan wasn’t sure about what time it was, he remembered it getting dark but not much else. He’d got an bought two bottles of absinth tonight and he was halfway down the second. Well, when I say bought I mean stolen.

He sat with his back to the wall of some building, bottle in hand. He lifted it to his lips and delighted as the burning liquid ran down his throat. So it was Christmas again, he didn’t usually take note of the date, but this was hard to miss.

It wasn’t exactly his favourite time of year, not only because he was a demon but it brought back some of his worst childhood memories, things he’d thought he’d forgotten, or tried to. He was a dark moment amongst a flare of Christmas cheer; it didn’t sit well with him all these people pretending to be happy just because they were supposed to be. After all they couldn’t actually be happy, why would it make someone feel that way? It only made him more miserable.

He had seen some people singing and generally being happy, he didn’t understand it all really. “Heh, Merry fucking Christmas…” He muttered to someone walking past as he drank from his bottle again. Maybe he could set that tree in the centre of town alight, give them a Christmas show to remember?

Who: Stefan and open
When: 9pm
Where: The church
What: Stefan is trying to get rid of the church, which is difficult when you can’t get close


There was manic laughter as Stefan poured gasoline on the path towards the church. He had already scattered wood, paper, and anything else flammable he could get his hands on onto the grounds. They weren’t in any order, just thrown and now he was dumping gas on as much as he could without actually stepping into the grounds. Nope, that would be painful. He laughed more as emptied the canister. “haha! Gonna burn, it’s all gonna burn… Yes, yes!” He rubbed his hands together after throwing the canister into the grounds too then went searching for his lighter to light the rag in his hand. So much fun! He was possibly high.

Who: Gideon and Everyone from the bar scene and teen scene, plus a few others. Just look at the tags will ya!
When: Still during the eclipse
Where: The Last Round
What: Gideon returns to The Last Round with the teens and the plan is set into motion.



Getting back to the bar had to have been the most nerve racking few minutes of Gideon's whole life. He had flown over head of the cars, chasing back any shades that might try and get near them. The whole time he was afraid that the car Bridgette was in was going to crash. It was probably a fear without reason but he couldn't help it anyway. As soon as they reached The Last Round, Gideon yelled for the door to be opened while gesturing for the kids to run.

Soon the bar as a full as it would have been during opening hours. As soon as the door closed behind them, Gideon let his wings disappear back into his back while he looked around the room. No one had gotten ate it seemed. Not only that but it looked like they had been busy why he was gonna. He could see Casey and Sophia filling up...were those squirt guns? Yeah, they were squirt guns. As soon as they filled one, Ash would bless it.

In another section of the bar he noticed a few people taking out blacklights and replacing them with a white one. Gideon could only assume they were uv ones. Both were good ideas and from the activity in the room it appeared that it hadn't been all Casey getting things ready. "So are we having a white t-shirt contest or planning to kick some ass?" Gideon's arm went around Bridgette's shoulders and he pulled her against his side. It wasn't over yet and he didn't want to let her go until it was.

Who: Gideon and Open to All
When: 12:10pm
Where: The Last Round
What: The employees of The Last Round are doing inventory when the eclipse hits. Gideon opens the door to The Last Round to any who wish to hide inside.



For it being just a little after noon on a week day, The Last Round was hopping. Okay, not really hopping but there was more people in it than usual. More people and more booze. Both were due to the fact that inventory was having to be done for the books. While The Last Round was there for a reason, it was still a bar and still a business. That meant it had to be kept up like one. So Gideon had hauled his employees in to help. After all, he wasn't going to do it all himself.

He was just coming out of the back room with another case when he notice it was starting to get dark outside the window. Setting the box down, Gideon went over to check it out. Who had ordered a solar eclipse? He didn't recall hearing about one. That alone told this was not going to be a good day. As long as people stayed inside they'd be safe. Bridgette was at school. So was Irene. That meant that neither one of them had a reason to go outside.

"You guys stay inside," he told the room, before going over and opening the door, looking for anyone who might be out on the streets.

Who: Stefan and Open
When: starting at about 11pm, and several hours after.
Where: The Hospital
What: Stefan is having fun at the hospital and showing those damn shades just what he can do.

Stefan had been waiting outside the hospital since visiting hours had finished for a male nurse to step outside for a fag or whatever. He’d only been a young man, but now he was dead, quite horribly butchered and thrown in the trash, after being hit on the head and his clothes stolen.

Stefan found it quite easy to slink around dressed like he was, no one asked questions, but then he didn’t stop long enough to be seen properly. Once again he was sober, but he didn’t need drugs or alcohol tonight, oh no, he had the best high of all. Suffering.

He started off small wondering into a ward and giving a few patients various hospital super bugs; they would spread fast in the panic. He’d give a few more people them through out the hospital. Then he moved onto things like very bad chicken pox, measles and the like. With a cackle he added the plague in there, and small box, polio legionnaires disease. Things that would spread and fast and then they would just be time bombs; he’d given most of them more advanced diseases. It was draining to him, but he’d go on until he just collapsed because what it was doing to him, it would do so much worse to his brother who would rush to the rescue. He’s make sure there was too much.

One of the patients was awake. He put a clawed finger up to his mouth. “Shhh.” The man was transfixed looking into the black, dead eyes. “I said I’d show them, whose weak now? I could kill you all.” He said in a hushed whisper. Then poked at the man. There was a darkness from the man’s eyes that spread to cover them then went. Bird flu for him, oh yes. He chuckled to himself and kept moving.

He was practically giddy as he neared the end of the hospital, paying particular attention to the maternity ward. It was all so glorious. He had given out almost every disease he could think of, or at least the worse he could think of. He was exhausted. He slipped out of the hospital again discarding the uniform and staggered off towards home laughing quietly to himself all the way.

Who: Stefan, Procell(NPC) and Open
When: Late Night
Where: The streets and someones home.
What:Stefan is given a warning and sent running for safety.

Stefan wondered down the street somewhat high, somewhat drunk. He had no idea where he was and frankly he didn’t care. Though he thought he may have taken something new because he was certain he was hallucinating, he was sure he kept seeing shadows moving, maybe even following him. But that would mean he was paranoid and he obviously wasn’t. Maybe he could go burn down that damn church?

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Who: Moonbeam & Stefan
When: Late Afternoon sometime
Where: Near the Park
What: Moonbeam is out looking for a job and finds a drug dealer instead. SCORE!
Status: Incomplete

After hanging with Devi in the morning (Well, early afternoon. Moonbeam really didn't do mornings), Moonbeam decided to go look for a job. She had some money from playing her guitar, but definately not enough to costitute pitching in at a house. Unfourtunately she was having little luck. Most places were privately owned and run and didn't need an employee. Well, she did seems seriously out of place in this town, what with her tattoos and all.

Needing a break, she started heading to the park, smoking a joint on the way. She had only half an ounce left, so she was going to need to find someone soon. Her foray at the high school was a bust, which sucked. How can there not be at least one stoner in a high school? She rounded a corner and saw a guy. Adjusting her guitar strap, she grinned. She knew a dealer when she saw one. She wandered over, still smoking, hoping he had a decent stash on him.

Who: Stefan, Ziva
When: Afternoon
Where: Outside the church
What: Stefan has heard about the new vicar and goes to confront her
Status:Complete

Stefan hadn’t been out of his flat long when he’d found a discarded flyer for some group thingy. He had actually asked someone politely what it was about and had almost laughed when he heard there was a new vicar in town running the club for losers. Hey he was an addict, but he had no problem with it!

He made his way over to the vicarage, rubbing his hands with glee. He couldn’t sense anyone there, at all! Then he stood outside the church itself. Now he was only a half demon but he hadn’t been in a church since he was a baby and had done nothing but scream the whole time. He had certainly never set foot on hallowed ground. So now he was a little apprehensive. He paced up and down a little, becoming more annoyed, nope, he just couldn’t do it.

Okay new plan. He stood squarely facing the church and shouted, loudly. “Come out Vicar! I want to meet you! Don’t hide away in your damned building, come, talk to me!”