Who: Tess, Jade, OT Ben
When: Lunchtime
Where: Jade's apartment
What: Tess bares all



Eden had made it sound so easy. And, with liquid, it really had seemed simple. But, after calling in a few favors to find out where Jade lived and arriving at the door, she wasn't so sure. She was here, though, so she'd better go through with it...

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

Who: Eden, OTA
Where: The Last Round
When: 10pm
What: It's been a stressful night and Eden goes to blow off some steam



"Oh Ty, what am I going to do with you?" Eden muttered to herself just before walking in the Last Round. She just didn't want to be alone that night. She had her cell if Tyson called her, the unlikely event that that was. To say they had gotten off on a bad start was putting it mildly. She just hoped he didn't shun her completely.

"A beer please," She asked the bartender, sighing. If today was any record of how her time in Mysteria was going to be, she may as well run back to Chicago.

Who: Tessa, OTA
When: 7 pm
Where: Break & Run
What: Workin in the coal mine pool hall, Goin' on down, down



"Two Cokes and a diet," Tessa said, placing the drinks on the bar in front of the kids. Her bartender was slammed right now, and she'd volunteered to help out. Being slammed? That was a good thing- a great thing. Business was really picking up. Maybe she had a knack for this. It was enough to fill the voids for now...

Shaking that thought, she beamed up at the next customer, ready to get their order.

Who: Tessa, Eva, OTA
When: 2 pm
Where: Break & Run
What: GRAND OPENING.

With a flourish, Tessa flipped the neon light that shone out onto the streets of Mysteria from off to on, turning back to grin at Eva. "We are now officially open," she said with a giddy grin, looking eagerly toward the door.

And waiting...

And waiting...

And... Waiting...

Who: Tessa, OTA
When: late afternoon
Where: The Last Round.
What: Tessa makes nice with the locals.

After hanging a grand opening sign announcing her launch party for the pool hall the following night, Tessa figured she had time to kill. The bar was stocked, the fridge and freezer were both full. She had cues, balls, and staff in excess. She was feeling good.

To celebrate, she headed to the local watering hole, a place that reeked of the supernatural. Rumor was that it was run by angels, but rumor could be wrong some times. All she really hoped for was that it was open and as stocked as her place. It wouldn't do to sit in her empty place and drink her profits.

Pushing open the door, she was happy to find that it was, indeed, open. And there were actually people inside, as well. Taking a seat at the bar, she waited to be noticed.

Who: Tessa
When: 4:00 pm
Where: Empty building on the main strip
What: Tessa starts to settle down...

Tessa had been an unofficial resident of Mysteria for almost a week now, having been tipped off that this might be a good place to spend some time. Maybe Zen-out for a while, think about things. Her production job in LA was so fast paced, and when she took it, she needed that to keep her mind busy. Now, she wanted the time to think. She was realizing some very unsettling things about herself, and she wanted to have some time to sort those things out. She was young still, very young for her kind, and she would have to live with herself for a long time.

Her first week had been spent as a cougar, getting the lay of the land, and just existing. It was a nice way to live, but one she knew she couldn't keep up. She had to find something to make her appear legitimate, something that wouldn't be as taxing, but would let her feel a sense of community. So, she'd hired a Realtor, a ditsy woman, and begun looking at homes as well as businesses.

"This is a lovely... um... place," the brunette said perkily, opening the door to a cobweb infested room. Tessa brushed past her and stepped inside, not caring about its current state, but more its potential. The ground floor was definitely workable, and started speaking to her immediately. It had a nice vibe, and the porch overlooked some lovely property.

"It's a fixer-upper but it's got a very low asking price, though I know you said you weren't worried about all that. And the upstairs- which is far better- is a 3 bedroom townhouse..." The Realtor kept talking, but Tessa stopped paying attention. This was it. She knew it before she even saw the upstairs.

"Get the papers," she interrupted, snapping her fingers. "And get the owners on the phone. I want this place by the time business closes." The other woman jumped and scurried off, while Tessa leaned against a counter and started making a list. This was going to be quite the project, the perfect physical task.