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Dear Diary,

Guess what? Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! And cute little pictures of chubby Pilgrims and Indians aside its going to be a lot of work! I have to bake the turkey and ham (that's Reiz's favorite!) and do all sorts of other good Thanksgiving-ness. The nice decorated man (who's hanging out in the Lamplighter parking lot and gave me a pretty necklace. Yay! Necklace!) might even come too!

Who: Amy and open
Where: Grocery Store
When: morning

Who: Amy and Jayo
Where: Lamplighter parking lot
When: early morning

Amy peeked out curiously at the van in the parking lot. It was mysterious. And old school. Maybe she should wait for Pandect to come back. Or even Mr. Andrews. She peeked again, her chin resting on the windowsill. Maybe she should offer them a muffin.

Slipping off her slippers and slipping on her blue rain boots and pulling on the awesomeness of her scarf and waded through the snow to go knock on the window of the van politely.

Placeholding with a side of dry toast.

Who: Amy and Reiz
When: evening
Where: a bench

Who: Dean and Amy
Where: The new centre
When: Around 10am

Dean was feeling a bit of an idiot - that had everything to do with the fact that he was all suited and booted for Billy and Maddie's wedding later on that day. He never felt comfortable dressing up, even if he'd thrown on his combat jacket over the dark suit he was wearing. Sophie had insisted he be all spruced up first thing and he hadn't realised why until he'd done what she wanted, only to be presented with a list of jobs she'd needed doing in town. Well, at least he had a car to get himself around now, which was something. Still, Sophie's jobs were pushing him from pillar to post and he'd been getting them done - at least, he had until he'd seen the new place on the corner of Washington, which had peaked his curiosity enough that he'd wandered inside to look around. This place definitely hadn't been here on Friday, that was for sure.

Dear Diary,

I am grumpy now so I will make this short. (And then I will go stomp on a miniature version of Tokyo rawr! Just kidding, I like Tokyo. And I'm not that grumpy.) But I totally had a headache, (BOO!) it was totally icky, for reals. But Reiz took care of me because he's awesome.

I feel kinda bad though, my room was a totally mess, like stuffed animals everywhere. I should really do a quick house clean before I let him in. In other news I talked to Billy, faithful fiancee to awesome magic shop lady and mother is going to be busy next week.

Who: Amy and Billy
Where: Over the phone
When: Evening-ish

Who: Amy and Reiz
When: Around Lunchtime
Where: Amy's Apartment

"Of course Mom," Amy said into the phone. She could feel a headache starting, right at the base of her skull, curling, throbbing, pinching.

"Its just with Jupiter the way it is now, and the resort with the surge of guests, it'll just be hard, I won't have any time, you understand, don't you dear?"

"Yes Mom."

"Take care of yourself then, I have to head off before I'm late for my six o' clock aromatherapy session."

Who: Amy and Reiz.
Where: Grocery store!
When: Morning.

Believe it or not, Reiz did do some regular day-to-day activities. He'd had to depend on himself his whole life, so things like grocery shopping or cleaning clothes, he had to do himself.

Who: amy and maddie
When: late afternoon
Where: maddie's shop

Dear Diary,

Victory is mine! Well, ours, Skye Craddock, Ms. Redbird's niece, helped go through the Redbird's extensive box collection. But I actually found it! Nearly squinted my eyes out on Fassbender's old school handwriting, not to mention the educational requirements for a gravedigger in the 1800s were less than rigorous and some of his spelling was a little creative. Not to speak poorly of the dead after he did so much to help Baby Robbie and myself, and he worked very hard to support his family. Just, you know, hard to read.

Who: Skye and Amy
Where: Redbird house
When: Late morning

Amy was sipping tea with Ms. Redbird at her kitchen table with her blue rain boots crossed under the table, she was excited, she was on the right track, she knew it. She just had to get her hands on the old iron works records, do a little nosing around. "Mom's doing real great in Arizona," she said. "Communing with the good vibrations of the universe and stuff she wants me to come down and visit her for Thanksgiving, you know? It'll give Daddy a break."

Who: Amy
Where: Marquette Public Library
When: Opening Time

Who: Amy and Reiz.
Where: Amy's apartment.
When: Afternoon.

Dear diary,

Who: Reiz and Amy
Where: that one old shack in the woods
When: morning time

Who: Amy and Reiz.
Where: Outdoors!
When: Late afternoon.

Dear diary,

Hi! I know its been a couple of days. Oh my goodness. I have met the MOST ADORABLE BOY EVER!!! I know I totally said that about Eric Matthews but Jamie has Eric beat hands down. This is the voice of experience speaking here. He has ruffly hair and pretty eyes and he smells like cookies and he has such a dreamy look on his face all the time. Squee! He totally just wants to be friends which may or may not have to do with guerrilla kissfare when we may or may not have gotten our wires crossed about actually being on a date.

Who: Amy and Mathias
Where: Lamplighter Motel
When: Late morning

Who:Pandect, Amy and Jamie
Where: Marquette
When:four o' clock

"I'll be covering for you tonight," Pandect said, tucking his feet in the legs of the bar stool they used for the seat at the front desk. "You've prepped me twelve times, I know how to check people in, I know how to check people out, I'm not going to let the motel burn down, not after I put all that work into it."

"Okay, okay!" Amy said, playing with the end of her best sparkly scarf. "I'm just all excited! I haven't had a date in forever."

Who: Amy, Pandect and Jamie
When: Morning
Where: Just A Bakery

Jamie was pretty sure he was a big mess. He hadn't looked at a mirror lately, but having spent the past day painting and getting dripped on... He wasn't a detective, but he had a high enough skill in deduction to figure it out. But ah, who said you had to be paintless to bake? It's not like paint was going into the food...

Ooo. Food coloring! He had to save that one for later...

Who: Jamie, Pandect, and Amy
Where: Just A Bakery
When: Midmorning

Amy was sitting in the passenger side of Pandect's big orange truck trying to keep a stiff upper lip. Her fancy mouse was curled up, looking harassed in an empty nail box filled with some of the wood shavings Amy had saved. It was a mouse, surprisingly clean and neat looking (although the farm boy in Pandect wanted to throw it to a cat, he knew such an action would not be appreciated) the color of caramel. "At least your mouse is fine."

who: Aiden and Amy
where: his car to her house
when: after 6 PM

There was really nothing to Marquette. Other than crazy fucking rabid cats. Aiden couldn't understand how Dorian lived here. Permanently. In a house. With teenagers. Shuddering at the thought, Aiden drove away from the diner where he had eaten breakfast and decided to give Dorian a call a bit later. So far, while he'd felt the off-atmosphere of the town, he'd yet to find anything remotely interesting. He knew the demons had to be somewhere. He'd find them.

Slowing down for a stop sign, Aiden's eyes flickered to the young woman crossing on the sidewalk. He pulled the cigarette from his lips as he studied her, sweeping his gaze over her. She dressed pretty conservatively, but he could see she had really great legs. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he smirked and inched his car forward until he was riding alongside her. "Do ya need a ride?" he asked, leaning slightly toward the window.