Mystic Falls

Who: Adri & Izzy
When: Around 10am, Sunday
Where: Farmers Market
What: A familiar face in an unexpected place



It had been 5 months since Adriana had run away from Chicago, away from Pierce. Now, mere weeks away from her due date, she knew she had to stop, settle down. Mystic Falls seemed as good a place as any, so she'd rented a little house, and was now, she supposed, nesting.

She'd always been a city girl, and she was discovering that living life in a small town was a big adjustment, but one thing she had discovered she'd liked was Farmers Markets. As a ballerina, Adriana had always been careful to eat healthily, and that was something that had only intensified since she'd gotten knocked up. The farmers market was a lot more affordable than whole foods, and the produce seemed fresher, too.

She picked up a jar of pickles and was perusing the label when the stall holder spoke to her, "They're my own recipe. Home grown, home-made, organic, and one hundred percent safe for your baby. You've got my word on that." The older woman gave her a friendly smile, "Not long now, eh?"

"No, not long at all. I'll take them." She returned the smile, and turned her head to the side as she dug in her handbag for her coin purse, and that was when she heard her name, looking up to see a familiar face. Worried shock fleeted across her face before she managed to paste on a surprised smile, "Izzy!"

Who: Open to all - the more the merrier!
When: 6pm onwards.
Where: Mystic Falls Town Hall, Square & Gardens, and beyond...
What: Merriment, Magic, & Madness



The town square had been decorated with streamers and balloons, colourful fairy lights sparkling in the trees. Vendors had lined the square with carts selling all manner of food and drinks, stalls were set up with a variety of games to play, and a band played cheery music on a stage by the roped off 'dance floor."

The town hall had also been decorated for the occasion, and people in all manner of costumes were entering the building to attend the ball.

Puck was at the bottom of the town hall steps, looking thoroughly disreputable in biker gear, his eyes scanning the throng for his fairy princess. Catching sight of her, he smirked and sauntered over, bowing deep before her. She was beautiful, of course, resplendent in her costume, but eyes passed over her as though she was invisible. If only they could see her for who she truly was... An idea forming, he took her hand and spun her around in a pirouette, in process stripping away the seeming which cloaked her, revealing her to all, and transforming her fake wings into real ones. People stopped and stared, gasps could be heard whispering through the crowd. Kissing the hand he'd taken, he smiled at Aria, "You are a vision, my lady."

Just then, he felt the chill of winter glamour shiver along his skin, and turned to see Keane NicLaran, one of the winter court's most fearsome warriors, dressed as Batman, with Simone NicLucius, stunningly sexy as Catwoman. Realizing he'd endangered his princess, he thought fast, and began transforming people into the costumes that they wore...

Who: Jeremy, Jake (NPC), and Isabel
When: Early Morning
Where: Pack Territory, not far from Jeremy Isabel Jeremy's cabin.
What: A challenge is met, a threat is dealt with.



Having spent the night on guard, Jeremy was pretty tired when he transformed back into human form and pulled on sweats stashed in a waterproof bag out in the woods. Jake hadn't made his move yet, but that didn't mean anything, there was still one more night of the full moon.

In the mean time, Jer needed some down time. He was heading toward Jason's cabin, where he was staying until the issues with his own cabin were resolved, when he caught a disturbing scent. Isabel, and those of three wolves, Jacob, and two of his cronies, mingled together, the rank odour of aggression lacing the scents of the wolves, Jake's, in particular.

Breaking into a run, Jeremy sought them out, finding them not far from his cabin, the three men surrounding Isabel, their stances threatening. Not that their intimidation tactics seemed to be working on Isabel, at most she seemed irritated, determined to stand her ground. Jer couldn't help but be a little proud of her bravery, even if she didn't know exactly how dangerous the situation she was in was.

Jer approached downwind, stealthily, listening to the wolves giving the woman a hard time. When he spoke, it was quietly, but his tone was dangerous, "What's going on here?"

Scott and Alan looked over at Jeremy and froze, then edged back, looking guilty. Jake however merely smirked unpleasantly, "We were just having a little friendly conversation with our new neighbour. Funny thing, I could've sworn this was your house, Jerry."

"There was a misunderstanding, but it's being resolved," Jeremy responded coolly, stepping between Isabel and Jake, "There's no reason for you to bother Miss Rayne on my account, Jake. Really."

Jake chuckled nastily, "Man, you're so whipped. I hope she's putting out, at least."

Who: Sam & Izzy
When: Noon
Where: Order in the Court Bistro
What: Food for thought.



"Izzy, over here," Sam stood up and waved for her friend to join her at a table far in the back of the courtyard. She studied Isabel as she approached, noticing deep shadows under her eyes, evidence of a sleepless night, "Wow, you either had a great night, or a really crappy one. Which was it?"

Who: Jeremy & Isabel
When: Late Night
Where: Jeremy or Isabel's cabin
What: A territory dispute



It had been a long day, preceded by a long week of hard work. Helping to salvage the precious possessions of his pack from the rising waters of devils lake, then get everyone moved to the Mystic Falls territory was a huge job, and now that everyone was settled in, Jer needed at least eight solid hours of sleep before he tackled anything else. He'd figure out where his cousin Jason had gotten to tomorrow.

Arriving at his own cabin at long last, he frowned as an unfamiliar scent made his nerves stand up and pay attention. He approached the cabin cautiously and let himself in. Whoever had been there, the house was empty now. He'd work it out tomorrow.

Not bothering to turn on the lights, he walked into the bedroom, stripped off and fell into bed, too tired to even let the strange intoxicating scent bother him. After tossing and turning, he fell asleep, erotic yet elusive dreams teasing his subconscious.