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Who: Thom and Lauren
Where: Library
When: Early afternoon

Thom was what he considered 'fully recovered' today - which meant that whilst he still had wicked claw marks down the side of his face (though he'd worked up a spell the night before, some cream infused with herbs and white magic that was meant to promote healing and reduce scarring - it was just a pity that it smelled of flowery girly crap), he no longer felt like someone had taken several decades off his lifespan. He was calling it good, and he'd left his bed behind.

who: Tad and Lauren
where: the library
when: early evening

Who: Lauren and Open
Where: The Library
When: Late morning.

Lauren was sulking. Well, only a little bit. Maybe moping was a more appropriate term. Heck, if you're not allowed to mope when you're dead, what are you allowed to do?

Oh right. Nothing. That was what lead to the mopage.

She hadn't been allowed to go on the school trip, for one, which was a massive sore point and seemed remarkably hypocritical considering the whole point of the trip had been "spirit relations" or some such nonsense.

who: lauren and tad
where: mshs
when: after lunch

Lauren was having trouble. This was mostly because she was confused. Generally speaking, she didn't have periods of time where she wasn't quite sure what she'd been doing, or where she'd been, but the past night or so, it seemed to be the case. It was almost like she'd taken up sleeping again.

Who: Gabe and Lauren
Where: MSHS
When: Just after midnight

Who: Lauren and Jesse
When: lunch
Where: school

So it had already been an interesting morning. He'd gotten assaulted, yelled at about the end being nigh, snowed on, rescued by Nic, and had a pop quiz in Latin. It had kept Jesse on his toes, at least, and that was ... what that was. He might sleep well that night, at least, and that was always something to be grateful for, the rare occasions that it happened. Lunch came, and he wasn't hungry, so he dodged around the rush of students toward the cafeteria, in favor of just having a good wander. He settled his headphones over his ears and hit shuffle. It was Zeppelin first, that was possibly a good omen. Humming low to himself, Jesse pushed his glasses up on his nose and rounded a corner in the hallway. Ahh, solitude.

Lauren had come into school late, sort of having difficulty with things considering she wasn't exactly used to having a schedule. It wasn't like she slept, or had an alarm clock to wake her up, or anything of the sort, so, it was just a weeee bit late when she finally managed to stroll into school. Plus, it sucked outside, and while the snow and cold didn't bother her in the slightest, that did nothing for pure visibility problems. When you couldn't see the other side of a narrow street due purely to that much snow blowing in the damn air, it made for a tough time navigating.

Who: Gabe and Lauren
Where: Babylon
When: Night

Restlessness hit Gabe around dusk and by the time the sun had fully set, he was pulling on his coat, just wanting to get out. It didn't matter where to, so long as he wasn't in the house. Telling his mom he was going to Kyle's, he climbed in his car and began to drive around town, trying to decide just where it was he wanted to go. Kyle's place was out, since he'd scared the guy off, and he wasn't willing to just drop by Claire's place on the off chance that tonight was date night with Joshua. He thought about going by Kavin's place, but then he wasn't sure he was ready to hang out with the guy. The last thing he wanted to do was get into a snippy conversation and so he steered clear of anyone he might have to talk werewolf shit with. That didn't leave him with a hell of a lot of people to talk to.

He was thinking about turning around and heading home when he came across Babylon, which was weird because he remembered it being somewhere else the last time he'd been there. Sure, they had a bar that was adults only, but he'd been able to enter the club for the masquerade. Parking the car out front, he headed in, hoping that part was still open for him to enter. He wasn't sure he wanted to go dancing or anything, but maybe there was a pool table, or maybe he could shoot darts. Wandering inside, he started to have a look around, not entirely sure he knew what he was doing. This wasn't the sort of place he usually wandered into alone.

who: lauren and nic
where: park cemetery
when: mid-afternoon

Lauren was sitting on one of the benches just inside Park Cemetery, by one of the quaint little ponds. There weren't ducks anymore, but then, it was a bit snowy for that. The snow 'beneath' her was undisturbed, of course, and she was wishing there were ducks. She liked the ducks. She liked animals in general, though most of the time they could sense her, and kinda went high tailing it the other way. It wasn't like she was going to do anything to them. And, hearing another shriek, she looked up, and saw some little old lady fleeing in the opposite direction. Sighing heavily, she sulked, propping her chin on her good hand's heel, looking sullenly at the ground. That whole screaming thing could quit any time now. Seriously.

To Nic, few things were as funny as little old ladies fleeing in terror. There was something about the wrinkly shuffle that made her smile the same way children tantruming in public did. Technically, she was shortcutting through the cemetary, though Nic didn't have a real destination in mind. There was no kickboxing class today, Ash didn't need her at the shop, and her mom had given her the afternoon to actually go out and do something. Eventually, she'd be trying to track down the white magic shop Nate had mentioned a while back, but for now? She was just walking. "At least she didn't try exorcising you!" Nic called over at the indistinct outline of Lauren, by now secure in the idea that spirits couldn't harm her. She was too far away to recognize the ghost, and was just doing her usual wry sarcasm bit.