pandect

WHO: Grayson and Pandect.
WHERE: The woods.
WHEN: Around midday.

Who: Doc and Pandect
Where: Streets around town
When: midday

As a professional hazard, Doc was used to surprises. As a man who had seen and done the impossible more times than he could easily count, he expected surprises as much as any man could without trying to anticipate them. And while he'd gotten good at rolling with the punches, so to speak, there were still plenty of times when he was genuinely caught unawares by his life and the world around him. But he hadn't expected it to happen with music.

Who: Pandect
where: Room 7, Lamplighter Motel
When: late night

Who: Pandect and Kayos
Where: Hardware store
When: morning

Pandect was displeased. The new roof had held, which was excellent because he wasn't sure what he'd do if it hadn't. Something drastic probably. But he had spent half his morning pulling fuses and trying to sort through wires with a flashlight in his teeth. He had spent the other half trying to get the phone to stop ringing. He had discovered the front desk phone had a really annoying ringer when he was busy trying to stop electrical fires.

Who: Pandect
When: Morning
Where: cyberspace

Pandect was sitting at the front desk of the Lamplighter, he didn't want to say that's where he belonged. That seemed rather foolhardy. But as much as Marquette got his hackles up, he felt like there was a niche for him there, if only temporarily.

Every once in a while he'd play a quick game of solitaire on the computer, didn't see much other use in the machine, other than for getting mysterious emails. Speaking of which, he opened up the email account and to his surprise the was a new email in the inbox.

who: pandect and kayos
where: his clinic
when: another time, another place

Who: Pandect
When: 7:30 am
Where: Lamplighter Motel

From: Error
To: Frontdesk@Lamplighter.com
Subject: Hello

Hello. How are you today?

Pandect took a moment to stare at the computer, the message had a sort of odd quality to it, and of course Pandect was resolutely suspicious. But then there was his patented curiosity, it had become strong now that he felt safe, here in Marquette, against his better judgment. He didn't really know that much about computers anyway, just the basics, like how to open Solitaire.

Who: Doc and Pandect
Where: Outside Bethesda, Maryland
When: Evening (also 1982)

There was, as always, a job to do. Very rarely was there ever not one, in fact, but that was the way life went when you were part of a war pack. Doc and his partners were always on the move, always correlating data and news reports to glean where the next bout of trouble was going to hit. Sometimes it was the Enemy, the people whose names they didn't even use, but just as often it was any number of other supernatural presences out there. Really, someone was always overstepping their bounds.

Who: Pandect and Sophie
When: Morning
Where: Streets of Marquette

Pandect had no time for rude people, they were too snappy and had a tendency to be unkind, and seeing as Pandect didn't believe in hypocrisy he avoided being rude as much as possible. It was hard when he was irritated, and he always got irritated when he got into a fight, so he was acting with an even more deliberate carefulness than usual. Slumping a little, keeping his head down, keeping out of notice of people. It was easier to be polite with less interaction with people.

Who: Pandect and open
Where: Up in a tree.
When: Dusk

Who: Hunt, Pandect, Reiz.
Where: Outside.
When: Night time.

Even though it still wasn't a very good idea to stay outside, Reiz did anyway. After what had happened that afternoon--he didn't feel very comfortable around people. Even though he'd managed to push back the urges and instincts for those few moments, he'd still had a lust for blood that he needed to work out.

He'd stayed outside all day, hiding behind tree trunks, and when night finally came, he... He shifted back to his original form.

Who: Pandect
Where: Amy’s Apartment
When: 4:30 am

Who: Jamie and Pandect.
Where: Just A Bakery.
When: Morning.

The majority of the night Jamie had laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, wondering about the events that'd just occurred.

Nothing, it was nothing, right? They were just going to be friends, yeah. Good times. Good friend times.

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: Pandect and Kurt
When: midday
Where: home improvement store

Kurt had swung by the house that Doc had offered up to him, to see what was what. The first thing he determined was that the place needed a couple more deadbolts. And the fridge was empty, but it was wiser to buy hardware before perishables. It was also possible that the house was fine, and he just needed to be out doing something. Either way, he was out doing something. Shopping at the home improvement store for tools and other things he probably didn't strictly need. Having a car seemed to have made him rather restless. He pushed the cart in front of him down a wide aisle, eyeing the locks with a critical gaze.

Pandect was contemplating shot guns and golf clubs, but Amy had insisted on more peaceable solutions, so he was in the same store he found the shingles at (and they were good shingles) so he figured why not trust them for locks as well. He was testing the window locks, Amy's vandal's favorite way of gaining entrance (which was frankly annoying, it would be a whole lot less hassle for whoever it was to just break the lock on the door, which reminded him, he needed to get another lock for Amy's door) for a second he had thought it was Rey (and it really, really had better not be or he was going to knock out two Delacourts with one stone or die trying) but the demon would taunt Pandect afterward. Let him know he had Pandect's number. And to confront the demon would only reveal his weak spot.

Who: Jerilyn and Pandect
Where: the woods near the Lamplighter motel
When: early evening

Who: Reiz and Pandect.
Where: Diner.
When: Morning.

Pandect was an angel of his word, if he said he'd meet the demon Reiz for breakfast, he would meet the demon Reiz for breakfast. And he hadn't lied the night before, he was proud of the demon, he couldn't imagine controlling his natural urges like that, but that pride was mixed up with other emotions. The faint urge to kill, the overpowering need for details, history, facts even though he knew there was no way for him to enact karmic retribution on a demon. Curiosity.

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: Grayson, Zoe and Pandect (with a guest appearance by Amy before she was a PC).
WHEN: Evening, after Grayson and Zoe's dinner.
WHERE: The Lamplighter Motel.

Who: Reiz and Pandect.
Where: Streets.
When: Night.

Despite the terrible winds at night, Reiz still liked it. It was quiet, the only noise was the air brushing past his ears. Maybe he'd stay out for a little while tonight, even if he was feeling kind of chilly. He brought his journal with him. He used to write a lot outside, Smith said it wasn't good to be cooped inside all day. There was a big world out there, and sleeping in a bed wouldn't let you see it. Even if Reiz liked to sleep too.

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: Reiz and Pandect
Where: Marquette proper
When: breakfast time

Unfortunately, Reiz went a little overboard in the consumption of his favorite drug last night. Fortunately, he passed out so hard he didn't have any nightmares! Unfortunately, he woke up with a headache. And he still needed a drink.

Who: Rey, Pandect and Grayson
Where: Babylon
When: evening

Who: Arafel, Pandect (and anyone else who might be at the Lamplighter and want to wander through)
Where: The Lamplighter Motel
When: Early afternoon

The sky was turning grey again as Arafel pulled into the lot. It was still early, and for whatever reason this seemed like a good place to stop for a while (maybe because I don't intend to drive straight into the lake, he thought acidly: he'd been driving east). He might as well get himself a room now so he could crash for a few hours before whatever the meal customarily called dinner ended up being for him.

who: Pandect and Jamie
where: Just A Bakery
when: Early Morning

Pandect was having a Very Bad Week, if he hadn't given his word (something he needs to watch more closely in the future) that he'd finish the roof and the water heater he'd be driving out of town so fast he'd be an orange blur on the horizon. But he had given his word. So he was staying in town for a little while longer.

Who: Oz and Pandect
Where: Lamplighter Motel
When: afternoon

Pandect adjusted the flashing against the vent carefully before lining up the soldering iron. The day manager was standing on the ground below him and Pandect had the sudden uncharitable urge to kick a bundle of shingles down on his head. Mr. Andrew had made a big deal about how since ‘some kid with no concept of effective business processes’ (his words, not Pandect’s) had hired him he expected Pandect to work extra hard to prove himself.

He had barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Mr. Andrew.

Who: Pandect and Rafe
When: afternoon
Where: in the park

Despite the cold, Rafe had gone out wandering again. He took his sketchbook along, hoping in a very vague way that some fresh air would do him some good. Get his mind off of the bottle of perfume he'd found in his bathroom that morning. The perfume that smelled exactly like Chelo. He actually remembered to put a coat on, which was something relatively new. As he started to walk the town, he'd frowned a bit at what looked like creatures of various shapes and sizes that were made of snow. As he went into the park, he found more of them, some with people still working on them. He'd found a place to sit and watch, opening his sketchbook to a fresh page and starting to draw them. In a twisted, different way than they were being made.

When some people had started to build one near his bench, he'd watched avidly. It was a young father and a couple of his children. They started to build the same old shit, however, that bulbous sort of man-figure that Rafe had seen a couple hundred times already. All it had taken was the right sort of criticism, and there was a shouting match. Already edgy, Rafe had pushed the guy, and the next thing he knew, his nose had exploded in pain and he was looking up at the sky. He heard the crunching of boots hurrying away through the snow, and then everything fuzzed into gray.

Who: Pandect and open
When: early morning
Where: the woods by the Lamplighter Motel

Who: Pandect and Rey
Where: Washington Street Food Co-Op
When: Early evening

Who: Pandect and Kurt
When: afternoon
Where: streets of Marquette

Kurt had made up his mind, over night, on the car that he wanted to purchase. He and Doc had spotted it on their driving around town the day before, and with the weather it was, he most certainly needed it. Kurt had slept on it -- though not very long and not very well -- and had decided to buy it before someone else did. Doc had talked about modifications, but for now? He just desperately needed his own transportation. He'd caught a cab into town, and was walking from the bank to the place the vehicle was. He would likely have questions about how to get the thing registered and street-legal, but for the moment just to handle the money was enough, he thought.

He was taking his time about it, as the cold weather wasn't doing his still-healing knee any favors. But the day was clear, he didn't mind the cold even if his leg did, and it was nice to be out and walking.