August 28 2007

Who: Shannon, Corwin and Eric
where: Lobby of the Ramada
when: After 10

After a phone call had been made to her brother, one that hadn't been answered as her call zipped almost immediately to voice mail, Shannon made a trip down to the hotel's lobby. With Jasper having been fed and seeming quite content with being curled up on the chair in her room Shannon made a solo venture downstairs. She didn't think either Corwin or Eric would make an appearance that night. After the altercation between her brother and the vampire Shannon didn't think Corwin would be all that keen on coming within sight of the hotel. But her visits to the lobby seemed to have become habit and before even realizing it Shannon found herself settling in on the oversized sofa with a direct line of view of the large glass window and the citizens of town that wandered passed it. Her cell set on the table at her side and the daily paper stretched out over her curled limbs. She needed something to occupy her brief night's stint down in the lobby.

Shannon was to be surprised, because a while after she'd settled in-- admittedly a bit later than usual, but still well before she might have headed back upstairs-- a certain ghost came trotting around the corner towards the hotel. He grinned at the sight of her on her usual couch, and waved if he happened to catch her eye. There was no sign of Corwin-- yet-- but Eric poked his head through wall-and-window with a conspiratory grin. Hi, Shannon, he said.

Who: Corwin
Where: Arcadia
When: Shortly after sunset

Corwin decided he was very, very lucky that Val had decided to cripple his left hand rather than his right. If it'd been his right, there was no way in hell he could've gotten the severed finger back on without help. He was also lucky he knew how to do this sort of thing, actually had replenished his supply of surgical thread, and had already "practiced" on Konnor dealing with human(ish) flesh rather than an animal.

Not that, that really at all prepared him for doing it to himself.

Who: Val and Corwin
Where: Arcadia
When: Just after dusk

After speaking with Jericho, Val realized that he and Corwin needed to have words. He'd stormed back to Arcadia, only realizing once he was there that Corwin would probably be out for the night. Realizing that a confrontation just before dawn wouldn't be to the benefit of either of them, Val spent the night at Arcadia, assuring that he would be there before Corwin left the next night. The entire day he spent trying to decide how to handle the matter, eventually coming to the conclusion that ripping out Corwin's tongue wouldn't be enough. While time might allow for others to calm, for Val the wrong festered. By dusk he was just as sour, waiting in Arcadia's lobby for Corwin to emerge. Yes, he might make a scene. Yes, he might drive away customers. But when it came to vengeance, Val didn't give a damn about business. Arcadia was just something fun on the side and if it failed due to his temper, then so be it.

Who: Harper
Where: Harper's apartment
When: sometime after midnight

Work had been long, hard, and hell. Ok not really, but from how tired Harper was it felt like it had been. She was sitting on her ratty old couch, staring at the journal layed out before her. The clock sitting on the top of the TV was covered with a towel (she'd gotten pissed at it earlier for telling her that it was technically no longer Tuesday and covered it up.) and the room was so silent you could actually hear the ceiling fan rotate. Harper just stared.

Who: Domino and Mya
When: 1pm
Where: Mya's Diner

The black reciever clicked into place, ending a most upseting phone call. Mya sat staring at the big black numbered buttons as names flew through her head. Eventually she came to the conclusion that she only had two choices, change business hours to close earlier (after all the diner never did to terribly well at night, she kept it open only for those who might need a coffee, meal or conversation in the dead of night. Most happened to be travelers taking a pit stop.) or hire more staff who could work nights. The later was probably going to be her end solution, but right now the former looked very inviting.

Who: Jez and Jordan
Where: MSHS
When: Theatre Tech Class

Jordan had arrived early yet again. There was just something about this passing period that took like thirty seconds for her to do. Probably because she already had everything for the class in her bag so she wouldn't -have- to stop by her locker. Well at least she used the time before class wisely to work on the never gonna be finished song. Today was another dark clothes day for Jordan as well (her mother kept threatening to 'whiten' up her wardrobe) with a long skirt, boots and peasant style black shirt that exposed her shoulders and the spaghetti straps of her undershirt (when it didn't slip up over them). Jac tapped her pencil on the desk as she mimicked the notes off the page before her on the desk.

Who: Tatsuo and Mrs. Williamson
When: late evening
Where: Econo Foods parking lot

Marquette was not Tokyo. It was not easy, Tatsuo felt, to function properly in this small of a town. Eris had told him, go out, do whatever you want. Enjoy yourself, bring me back a present. But he felt that caution had to be used. Had to be. It wasn't so much that he feared the authorities. Slack-jawed yokels on their best days. It was more a guard against alerting the other supernatural presences in this place. It was no normal run-of-the-mill small town. There were eyes. Things watching. Even the possibility of familiar eyes finding their way here to watch him. Eyes that knew the look of things when he was around. When he'd done things, for work or pleasure.

Who: Dessicant, calling for Manhattan
When: 3:34PM

Hello, miss Manhattan. Are you still vehemently against hunting in your own backyard, or can I tempt you with news of a young succubus who has taken up residence in Marquette? We would, of course, share the spoils as much as is possible. Let me know, and we can plan an outing.

Who: Fallon, Sammy and open
Where: Lake Superior
When: Ten o’clock p.m.

Dinner in the Williams household was over, and as they were often wont to do, they had all spread out over the house to occupy themselves however they saw fit. For the parents of the Williams house that was sitting in the small living room off of the front hallway playing Scrabble while they waited for Helen to call. For Geo it was to lay on top of the dryer and washer in the laundry-and-mudroom, iPod plugged in, arms folded over his chest, asleep.

Sammy was in his room upstairs.

Who: Dessicant and Mike
Where: The phone
When: Late morning

Dessicant stood outside Arcadia with a scowl on his face and his phone in his hand, the former not unusual but the latter a little different. He glared at the door between dialing, confused and no little irritated. He put the phone to his ear and waited for Mike to pick up.

Mike had gotten his things together to be ready to leave Marquette - which, since he was so organized and didn't have all that much with him, had only taken about five minutes - and had decided to put in a bit more work on his Tarot algebra before going out to Nevermore. He'd finished transcribing that nightmare of a journal a couple of days ago and had found it even more useful than he'd thought before. He was closing in on the general shape of what he wanted and starting to think ahead to working out details.

He was deeply absorbed in his work when his cell phone rang, and he glared at it in deep resentment for a moment before flipping it open (still too far gone to check the Caller ID) and saying, "What?"

Who: Regan and Corwin
Where: Streets near NMU
When: Before sunrise

Back to school was one of Regan's most favorite times of the year. It was almost as good as Christmas, with the influx of college students, with their late hours and invincible attitudes. So many of them likes to wander the streets after dark. Hang around the park or their campus and act like idiots with no real thought as to possible consequences. Much like the egotistical frat boy who was going to spend the remainder of the evening and morning unconscious behind a thick nest of trees near the college, blood staining his neck and t-shirt. She hadn't care much for that one, though she'd made sure to make the experience pleasurable enough for him.

Licking her lips of his taste, Regan thought briefly about visiting Babylon to see if she could find a playmate. Perhaps it would cure the boredom that had been building inside of her for so long. Marquette was home - had been for quite awhile. But it was becoming redundant and yawn inducing. Even with the current chaos with those teenagers, and the photographs around town. Attention seeking amateurs. Regan was not impressed by any of it in the slightest. But at least they were being pro-active. She'd been behaving for far too long. Which reminded her that she wanted to find Kurt again, to play some more. Perhaps she'd call him to her soon. It'd been awhile since she'd pushed a big, physically strong man to his mental limits. Licking her lips eagerly at the thought, Regan sauntered down the streets to find Babylon, plans forming in her head with every step.

Who: Dorian and Chance
Where: Nevermore
When: Afternoon

The first thing Dorian did when he got to work was to send a text message to Chance. Nothing in depth, just a note asking him to come by the shop when he got a chance. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to convince Chance that he needed to go looking for the lost kids in the mirror, but he was sure he'd think of something. The information he'd gotten on Fades was better than what they started with, but it hadn't told him everything. It seemed there was little out there to begin with, that Fades really were rare to existence, and Dorian felt lucky to have found anything at all. It seemed that the mirror world might be the same as The Inbetween, but who was to tell? It didn't surprise him that the Fades who were out there weren't dying to write a book on their experiences, but this wasn't the first time that he thought it would be awfully nice if they would.

The phone was what actually woke Chance up. After his venture to Kaysen's room, he'd felt exhausted as if the short trip had someone taken up more of his energy than he'd been aware of. His first thought was that it was Kaysen. Even if she'd been missing and reappeared, she'd still probably be too afraid to call him, so he fumbled for his phone, nearly falling out of bed in the process. Disappointment hit him harder than expected when he saw the text was from Dorian, but if there was anyone he wanted to hear from other than Kaysen, it was that guy. He wanted Chance to stop by the shop when he could, which Chance took to be a good sign. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and sent Dorian a text back that he'd been by shortly.

Who: Olivia and Herbert
When: 8AMish
Where: Apartment

It was strange, not having to work at 6am. Mya had asked her to work the evening shift that night, and so of course, Olivia complied. She figured the dinner rush couldn't be any crazier than the breakfast rush, and if it was, she could handle it. Even so, despite her not having to work, she found herself leaving Judi's apartment early while he still slept to go home and shower. She didn't know what to do with her day. A part of her just wanted to spend it with Judiel, but the tiny tight ball of anxiety and panic in her stomach was making that decision a tough one. The conversation they'd had the night before, about relationships and...how she'd wanted him. It hadn't bothered her at the time - nor did it really bother her now. But after the alcohol buzz and tiny sparks of pleasure had worn away in the middle of the night, she had found herself mentally flailing big time.

She didn't want to screw things up. But she had no clue how to do this. Not with the emotional baggage she carried around, the curse on her bloodline, her shortened lifespan (supposedly) and her apparent ultra fertility. Those things were dooming whatever it was she had with Judiel already and she wasn't sure how, or if, she could get around any of them. When he found out what she was, what it meant, he was going to walk away - or run, depending on how he found out.

With a headache brewing, Olivia entered her apartment, frowning to herself as she tried to push past all her hang ups. It wasn't like Judi loved her, or she loved him. They were just having fun - without having fun with other people. It never had to go farther than that if they didn't want it too. It didn't help that she was still wearing Mathias's necklace, when she knew she should have taken it off and given it back a long time ago. Hard to do that when he declared he wasn't going to see her again and had thus far stuck to that promise.

Sighing, Olivia began to pad her way to her room, wanting to find some clean clothes to change into.

Who: Stacey and Herbert
Where: The library
When: After school

Stacey was sitting at a large table, her laptop in front of her. She drummed her fingers on the table, waiting for Herbert. She was slightly worried about him; he'd had a rough time after all. She just hoped he wasn't going to be late. They had a lot to do. She shrugged and started to thumb through the books she checked out; they were a bit sparse on information, it was like the whole town just didn't want to go into details.

The big werebear was climbing the steps to the library at that very moment, disappointed that Charlie couldn't come and hoping that very same thing: that he wasn't late. He came in and cast about for Stacey's scent first before starting in what he thought was the right direction. Well, if not, he was big and easy to see, so maybe she'd spot him, first.

who: eury and aiden
where: the phone!
when: night!

Eury had been debating calling Aiden all day. Really, since she'd woken up surprisingly without a hangover, even if she expected one, and she'd been on and off thinking about Ash, and Aiden both as she worked. Her day flew by with her mind occupied as much as it was, and afterwards she'd gone upstairs to just sort of chill out, and think to herself.

This gave her a lot of time to ponder over everything. Which really didn't give her any conclusions on anything, really, but did make her wonder where Aiden had fucked off to. She kept debating if she was even welcome to call, and thought that maybe with the way their last conversation had ended, even if it was kinda all over, and she'd been meaning to give him space for him to decide if he wanted to try things or not with his whole view of the world problem...in the end she dialed anyhow.

She laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling as she watched the candle light flicker around. She was having a relaxing, pampering herself night and therefore had lit a bunch of nice smelling candles, taken a long bath, and was now a relaxed, boneless heap on the sofa curled up with a soft blanket just out of the drier. Perfect. Now, hopefully her conversation with Aiden wouldn't bring her back down again. It was always a gamble with him.

Aiden still had quite a few hours left on his drive. It was a long one, regardless, but with a few stops and hitting a couple bouts of traffic, it'd put him behind more than he'd have liked. He liked it best when the sun set, and the roads began to clear. When it was just he, and his car, and a long dark road ahead with nothing on his mind other than what sonofabitch he was going to rid the world of next.

Who: Anton, Jericho
Where: Random Curios, at the corner of Lynn and Fair; then to Anton's home
When: Just after nightfall, Tuesday 8/28/2007

Well-fed but restless, Jericho struck out to explore. Despite the fact that he'd been in Marquette for nearly eight weeks, he still hadn't seen a great lot of it. He'd heard that this little northwest section was interesting, on the quaint side. A popular diner, an interesting used book store, and the establishment Jericho was now entering. Random Curios. From the proprietor's name in the Yellow Pages listing, he was Russian, at least in heritage if not by birth. Starved for something that reminded him of home, his youth—his life—the blond stepped up to the counter.

"Hello," the doctor spoke in his native tongue, hoping. "I'm looking for books on the Romanov's, pre-Bolshevik era. Pictorials, preferably."

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Mya's Diner
When: The graveyard shift

Brian didn't really need to come in for his monthly inventory this month, since he'd done one the week before off-schedule just to get things caught up. He thoroughly expected to have very little to do: a run through the goods wouldn't take long, he never had many customers with complicated orders in the graveyard shift-- or many customers, at all-- and he'd mostly gotten the last shipment that came in, in order.

But he came in, anyway. He didn't want to get off-schedule and he didn't want to stick someone else with the shift. Besides, he didn't really want to sit around and stare at the phone and not call Manhattan and he certainly didn't want to deal with Torziel any more that day after being stuck with him all afternoon. He could use the time to practice and maybe try a few new things out with his willworking. The server who was supposed to be on-duty with him was a long-timer who knew about and generally ignored his odder, non-cook-related talents, so it'd even be safe. After the day he'd had, and all the rain, he was looking forward to a little quiet and a little practice in a dry, safe, familiar place.

So Brian showed up at the diner at 10PM sharp, a workbook under one arm, expecting a productive evening.

Who: Alejandro and Jace
Where: Babylon
When: Early evening

It was Alejandro's first day on the job, officially, and he felt, for the first time since Seaside, like he was finally in his element again. This was something he knew, something he felt comfortable with. He'd been asked for such a bewildering variety of drinks, though: some people actually came in and asked for blood. Which they actually served, he'd learned before officially signing the paperwork, though it still bemused him a little to be asked. It had only been a couple hours, but he was getting the idea of what exactly Eris had meant by "interesting" clientelle.

It wasn't exactly busy, given how much it had poured all day and how many people fully expected it to start up again any minute, but there was enough to keep Alejandro occupied. He flirted with the women, acted chummy with the men, made whatever was asked of him and then some, collected tips, and basically was glad to feel like things were familiar again, even though they still weren't right.

Who: Olivia and Judiel
Where: Judi's Apartment
When: Well past midnight
Warning: NSFW

It was late when Olivia made it back to her apartment. She'd skipped going to the lakeshore at all that night because there was no reason, in her mind, to sit around and mope when she really had nothing to be mopey for at the moment. That alone was strange to her, but it seemed when you had someone to drink with, it made things much more fun and rather than allowing any depression to settle in - she felt good. Really good. Like...almost happy good. Could have just been the several glasses of ale she drank, who knew? Once she was inside the building, she bypassed her own apartment door for Judiel's without even thinking. She knew she ought to check on Herbert, what with his friends missing and everything, but she knew he was most likely asleep. And she knew from experience trying to wake up Herbert from a deep sleep was near impossible. It was okay, she had other things on her mind anyway. Like wanting to say hello to Judi, see how he was doing and all that. In the back of her mind, she wondered why she was the one always knocking? He knocked a couple times. But she knocked the majority of the time, didn't she? Why it even mattered, she didn't know. Didn't really care even, as long as he actually answered the door.

Judiel wasn't awake for once. His guild wasn't raiding tonight, so he was taking a break from WoW. He'd popped in the second season of The Office instead, and stretched out on the couch to watch it. Which meant that he'd fallen asleep within the first twenty minutes. That had been a couple of hours past. The knock didn't filter in through his sleep for a minute, and when his eyes finally opened, he wasn't sure that he'd really heard it. Judi picked himself up off the couch and stood, adjusting his boxers and stretching with a groan, before he shuffled toward the door and peeked through the little fish-eye hole. He saw Olivia there and smiled sleepily, opening the door. "I thought you were a dream," he told her, blinking against the light in the hallway.

Who: Brian and Ash
When: mid-eveningish
Where: randomish sports bar

The rains had stopped around dusk. They wouldn't have prevented Ash from going out, but it would be nicer to do it dryly than soaked to the skin. He'd stood for a long time with the bay door to the shop open, just leaning on the back bumper of a car, smoking, and watching the water pour down. He felt a little strange, had since he'd spent time with Eury, and he couldn't quite place why. The discussion had made him oddly introspective, something that was rarely a good thing, any way you sliced it. Not for him, anyway. So the plan tonight was to go out and get plastered. Somewhere that wasn't Babylon. Why was it that he was always more likely to get hit on by dudes in supernatural establishments? It was a strange phenomenon. Anyway.

Ash changed his shirt, pocketed some cash, locked up the shop, and headed down to a normal-looking sports bar that he'd found in his wanderings. He'd been there a few times, their chili cheese fries were good, and they preferred football over soccer, which was always a plus these days. He wandered in a little after dark, heading for an empty place at the bar and ordering a Killian's Red. It was a dark beer night.

Brian was already there, having been unable to make it all the way home in the rain before his courage ran out. He'd gotten the girl from the library home, but that'd been it. He'd been hopping shops, restaurants, and now bars ever since, working his way in the direction of home or work or both in small, generally two-minute increments. This idiotic fear of rain was probably the most inconvenient, annoying thing in the world, and if he'd had the willpower for it, he'd just get over the damn thing-- and yet, he'd been at it all day, every moment of determination pretty much squelched by the time he got to his truck again. Now that the rain had finally stopped, he just plain didn't have any reason to go home. He had work in a couple hours, he'd been munching all day at his various stop-offs so he wasn't hungry yet, and dammit, a beer sounded good. He deserved one.

who: caleb and mathias
where: the phone
when: late night

Caleb waited until late before he called Mathias. Mostly because he kept waiting for word from him first. Which didn't happen. So, after he was about to drive himself fucking crazy, or go see if he could charm a valium off of someone, he walked into the day room, limp barely slowing him down as the determination set in. He was just...out of sorts. All over the place and he knew it. Leaning his back against the wall, he slid down it, and dialed his brother's number.

Mathias hadn't gone back to Dorian's when he'd left Leija's, instead he'd ended up just driving around with no real purpose. He hadn't intended to, it had just turned out that way. He heard the phone ring and answered it without looking to see who was calling. "Yeah?"

who: doc and syn
where: martens residence
when: evening

No two ways about it, Doc was confused. He'd left Eva's house behind almost an hour earlier, opting for a long drive along the lakeshore before finally heading home. He needed the time, a chance to work against the resentment over her ire, and at how she'd spoken to him. Why was it so hard to understand that he was trying to protect her? He knew she'd had a valid point; that everyone had to learn their lessons eventually, but the delivery was what had him so chapped. She'd been genuinely angry, and had made little effort to hide it. And that had, in turn, left him somewhat wounded. Doc was a man who rarely voiced his own anger, and now was no exception. No, now was instead a time to seek out familiar surroundings and the solace of the family he was still (and would always, in his mind) be working to make amends with. Trotting up the stairs with a foul cup of gas station coffee in hand, Doc shouldered through the door and shrugged off his coat easily. "Seph? Syn?" he called, dropping it onto the rack, "You guys eat yet?"

Synnove was in, sitting in the living room with her mother's laptop on her lap, frowning over the screen, and she glanced up when Doc arrived home. "In here." she called. She gave Teddybear on the screen a frown. "Well...keep looking, okay?" she asked, sighing as she finally shut it, eyes feeling over tired and aching. She rubbed at them, then stretched, turning her neck from side to side to get the massive crick out of it.

who: eris and kat
where: babylon
when: afternoon

Who: Eva and Doc
When: Evening-ish
Where: Eva's house

Who: Mathias
Where: Outside Leija’s house
When: Most of the day actually

Mathias hated feeling like there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t used to it – he was usually the proactive one, the doer, the one who did whatever it was to achieve whatever it was he wanted to achieve. But Dorian was the one taking control here – he was the one who knew a guy who might actually be able to do something. And Mathias knew that if Dorian needed any help, he’d call. And unless and until Dorian called, Mathias was at a loose end.

Who: Jovie and Hunt
When: Early evening
Where: Kalos Jewelry

With her computer on the fritz, according to the Nerd Genius, Jovie spent the next day simply focused on fine tuning the smaller details of her shop, including finishing scrubbing the floors and shelving, and unpacking her inventory. It was a tedious process without her computer, and she had to mark everything by hand, which took a lot longer than she would have liked. She could have waited until her computer was back, but patience was never one of Jovie's strong points and this way she could simply plug in her computer when it was returned to her and be ready to go rather than push everything back an extra day.

She worked well into evening in her small back storage room, enjoying the storm that raged outside of the shop. It calmed her as she worked, even if the occasional clap of thunder and flash of lightening had her lights flickering quite a bit. She'd have to get the electrical wiring checked, just in case the electricity was prone to going out in these kinds of storms. Finally, with the storage area more or less clean and organized, Jovie grabbed the small cardboard box of cleaning supplies and carried it into the front of the store along with the clipboard holding her checklist. The figure standing under the stone awning above her doorway caught her eye immediately and she paused a moment, internally debating what to do before she set the box down on the counter top. Pulling off the yellow rubber gloves, she walked over to the front door where the guy was standing with his back to her. "Can I help you?" she asked, peering outside past the guy to where the rain was pounding along the sidewalks and streets.

Who: Hunt and Delilah
When: a little after the last bell
Where: MSHS

Delilah had almost canceled the meeting she had with the head of Marquette Senior High's special needs program when the skies opened up and let the storm down around lunchtime. But in the end she hadn't, half-telling herself that it was for the benefit of her students. Coordinating their future education with what they were learning now was important, after all, and she always enjoyed these meetings anyway. So she'd come, and run into the building from the cab, getting fairly soaked in the process. Alexi had been left at the elementary school, because no one could concentrate with the smell of wet dog, and he was always too much of a distraction to any students passing by.

After a productive talk during the last period of the day, she waited until all the students had filtered out of the hallways in their rush to get home. Delilah slung her messenger bag -- which was now stuffed with materials she'd been given -- over her shoulder and assured the woman that she could find her way out. Unfolding her white cane and resettling her sunglasses on her nose, she started out of the classroom and down the hallway, smiling just a touch.

Hunt hadn't pushed any of his classes today. Between the murders last week and the now missing students - evidenced very clearly by the holes in his classes - he'd taken it easy. All of the quizzes and most of the homework he'd had planned went in the bin and he'd turned a blind eye to the students who hadn't turned up. As long as they were in their next scheduled class, he'd be fine - if they weren't, then he'd start to worry. Of course, the upside of that was that he didn't have his usual pile of marking to do - though, in the scheme of things, he didn't think it was much of a trade-off. He'd stayed a little late, as he usually did, sorting things out for the next day before he gathered his things and stepped out into the corridor.

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.

Cyril sent off the text message early in the afternoon, wanting to confirm, but not seem like he was pressuring, the girl. Especially not with the recent events, though they had him wanting more than ever to check in with his daughter. He typed out the message and sent it would with the press of a button, ready for some subtle wheedling if she tried to call it off.

Hey. How are you doing? Still want to meet up this afternoon? - Cy

Who: Brian and Chrissy
Where: The library
When: Midday

Lightning and thunder didn't bother Brian. To be honest, he rather enjoyed them-- would have played with them, if he'd had the inclination and the attention for it. Lightning was fun to try and direct, and thunder was so versatile a sound. The problem with lightning and thunder, though, was that they tended to come with rain, and if it was raining, Brian was anywhere that wasn't outside playing with storm-energy.