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Who: Anna and Eben
When: Early Morning
Where: Text

Are the shadows really gone? Can you come over?

Who: Eben & Jules
When: Mid Afternoon
Where: Beach

It was well into the day when Jules finally stirred from her slumber and rolled over to look at the clock by her bedside. She shook her head and inwardly cursed herself for sleeping the morning away. She grabbed her robe and made her way to the porch to survey the weather for the day. It was unusually warm for this time of year and she decided to use that unseasonal weather change to her advantage.

who: eben and anna
where: her house
when: early evening

who: eben and buttah, dessicant (still open for a separate thread if anyone wants!)
where: the craft show
when: midday

who: eben and anna
where: McCarty's Cove beach
when: early afternoon

Eben walked along the sandy beach, occasionally taking time to attempt to skip rocks, not that that worked out for him. He didn't mind. The water wasn't still enough to really be doing that. He liked more watching the lines of chaos spark out from the stone when he threw it. He liked tipping them in different directions to see if he could get the rock to skip once, before it disappeared beneath the surface.

Who: Stacey
Where: On the Phone
When: Tuesday morning

Want to go to Art on the Rocks sometime?

Who: Sammy and Eben!
Where: MSHS
When: Last period

Turmoil roiled through Sammy like waves tossed and turned on the sea by a hurricane as he sat by himself on the side-lawn where he and the others had met for the system-setting-up meeting. Technically he should have been inside like everyone else in his last class, but he didn’t want to sit in there anymore. He also didn’t want to go home once the final bell rang, to be honest. He just wanted to…sit. And do nothing. Yes.

Who: Eben and Stacey
Where: out!
When: Early Evening

Stacey sat on the porch waiting for Eben. She could have waited inside, but it was pleasant enough outside she didn't mind. Then there was the benefit of snagging the would-be boyfriend before the parentals got a chance to grill him. She rifled in her purse for her cell phone to check her messages. He was picking her up here, right? She hate to think she got confused and forgot to meet him at the restaurant.

who: eben and stacey
where: stacey's house
when: mid afternoon

Who: Doc, Kurt, Liadan, Jovie, Dessicant, Seven, Eben, and Evan
Where: Washington Street
When: night

This had officially gone on too long. In Doc's mind, it had been too far with the first death, but he knew that he'd been powerless to stop it at the time. He'd been trapped in the basement of his home, an intangible victim of his own power and the decisions he'd made for Eva's sake. There had been no choice for those first few days but to sit and wait, to listen to Teddybear's status reports and wonder if the twins would get in over their heads. Finally, they had... People were dying and those that were alive were trapped in their fear, resigned to hiding until the plague that had come to town forced them out. But that wouldn't be the case. It was time to do what he'd made a life out of, to cleanse this place the only way he knew how.

who: eben and stacey
where: downtown
when: noon

Eben was decidedly confused. It was difficult, walking around town, watching all the lines of chaos and where they led back to. Whatever was going on in town had the lines going fucking insane. He'd never seen it before. It was like chaos had just wandered into town, pissed all over the place, and hung out for a while. It was far more concentrated than he was used to, that was for damn sure.

Early in the morning, an envelope is taped to Stacey's locker. It's been watercolor painted with various vines and flowers, and has her name written in vaguely scripty handwriting on the front. Inside, there's a photograph of her, colored lights streaked in motion behind her from the carnival, holding her balloon. She isn't looking at the camera, her gaze averted off to the left, and she looks like she's laughing. On the back, written in the same handwriting, it says:

who: eben and stacey
where: the carnival
when: evening

Who: Eben and Sammy
Where: The library still
When: 3 p.m.

The sunlight outside was no longer streaming through the windows as it had earlier, and the interior of the library was now lit by the ceiling lights which had come on once the sun had moved above the roof of the library. The quiet had a different feel to it than it had earlier, as well, not that Sammy noticed. He had his headphones on and music streaming from an online radio station as he "sampled" which CDs he "wanted to take home." Or, rather, while he ripped music from CDs, placed them into a zip folder and sent them to himself via his gmail account. It was ingenious, really, and would work as long as no librarian headed his way. Sammy Williams, inventive music thief.

who: eben and stacey
where: the carnival
when: evening

Eben liked the carnival. It was colorful, noisy, and everything moved. There were kids running around, screaming and laughing, teenagers walking around hand in hand. Even some adults, if they were young enough at heart. It was purely there for entertainment. That purity was what attracted him. That and it was sanctioned chaos. Enjoyment was nearly tasted on the air as he walked though the crowds of people, hands in his pockets as he smiled in a serene sort of manner.

Who: Eben and Thom
Where: MSHS - Music Department
When: Morning

Who: melrose and eben
Where: outside mshs
When: afternoon

Another day, another boring six hours of school. Melrose couldn't turn the corner without hearing about those kids who'd disappeared or the ones who'd died and while it was really a sad thing, well... she didn't know any of them personally (or didn't think she did, at least, though one of the names had set off dim bulbs of recognition.) Without that personal connection, the information disappeared out of her ditz brain like a kid going down a greased-up slide. Until the next person reminded her of it, of course. Not that too many kids really talked to her - with her unusual style choices and bright colored hair and the septum piercing she had in whenever teachers weren't making her take it out, she wasn't exactly approached with good intentions all that often. Mostly they just laughed at her or mocked her, but half the time she was so preoccupied she didn't notice or care. Much like today - people were saying things, maybe to her, maybe to each other, maybe just the normal teenage chatter that happened whenever kids weren't in class - but Melrose wasn't hearing a word, whatever it was, as she wandered her way through the halls and, finally, to the blissful outdoors.

Who: Sammy and Eben
Where: MSHS
When: 2:00

Sammy was a bit proud of himself today - he'd made it through lunch, and was still here at school even though lunch had finished a while ago now. Standing next to the wall he pulled his folder out of his backpack, flipping it open to find the schedule he'd shoved in there the day before when he'd been stuffing his backpack for today. Keeping an eye on the people passing by he smoothed out the paper and squinted at it until finally he came up with where he was supposed to be: Art!

Pushing away from the wall, he didn't even bother to shove the folder or schedule back into his backpack, he just tucked them beneath his arm as he stepped back out into the steadily moving stream of students, looking up to read classroom numbers as he passed by. As Sammy walked he let himself relax, breathing through his mouth so the steady "worry" scent wouldn't put his nerves on edge - he would finish the school day this time around. He wouldn't go home early, oh no he wouldn't.

And there was the art classroom. Why was he taking art again? Oh, that was right, he thought as he pushed open the door and stepped inside to the smell of paint and paint cleaner...he was taking it because he hadn't picked his classes - his mother had.

If there was one student in the school who didn't have a 'worry' scent to him--it was Eben Willows. Who was currently located in the art room, which it was speculated by many was his actual home, and that he slept in the dark room. That wasn't actually true, but some days it was close enough. Today was one of those, and he was in one of the back corners of the room contemplating the sculpture he was making. So far, it looked to be a vase, but sort of a weird one. Mostly because it was made up of small faces, all seeming to be emoting differently, and it curved and twisted as it rose up from it's base, instead of going straight up and down. He was covered in clay bits, and was fashioning another little face, intensely blue eyes ticking back and forth from his current addition to the whole product. His also happened to be the only table with a free chair.