August 6 2007

Therapy this morning was for shit. I hate going, but it I keep being reminded that it's "required" of me if I want to return to school at the end of the month. I guess it's the lesser evil. It's either therapy, or the psycho ward. Dr. Elkelson isn't bad. She's just....a therapist. She's paid, what, three hundred an hour just to ask me personal questions?

Who: Aiden and Tensiel
Where: Dorian's home
When: Very, very late

The couch wasn't the most comfortable thing to sleep on, and Aiden had woken several times during the night to shift around until he finally sat up and grabbed the pack of cigarettes he had found under his car seat earlier from the table. He lit one, briefly wondering if he should open a window. Too tired to bother, Aiden rubbed his temple, he muttered in Gaelic more out of the fact that it was three in the morning than necessity. Necessity only came when he didn't want anyone else to understand what he was calling them. "Fucking couches. Should have just driven home."

Tensiel had been practicing being stealthy by necessity as she crept out of Caleb's room on her way to the bathroom. She hadn't wanted to disturb his sleeping, and so was using all her concentration to tip-toe and keep her balance as she leaned against the hallway wall on her way back. But then she was soundly distracted from her oh-so-stealthy steps by the smell of smoke.

Okays, if the house was burning down maybe she'd better do something about it.

who: Eris and Journey
where: Babylon
when: late!

It was too late for him to be out of the house, sometime after eleven, but Journey had felt the restless itch in his veins. He had to move. Get out, wander. Sleeping was not an option. Aimless meandering? Was. It was kind of disappointing the Happy Medium had been burned down. Gramps had given him alcohol, after all, and it was the sort of place he wanted to go to now... But instead? He was wandering through town, ducking into shadowed alleys as cars passed by.

The teen paused after one such occurance, eyes narrowing at the building across the street. Babylon. Yeah, that had'nt been there before... Had it? Maybe he was just paranoid. Maybe it had been there for awhile, and he'd just been too caught up in his own crap to notice it. After another wary glance around the street, Journey jogged over before slipping inside, trying to look as casual as he could.

Because, yeah, anybody in their right mind would stop a sixteen year old from going in a bar(?) at eleven at night. It was just common sense. Damn his baby-face!

Journey headed inside, surprised to find... a club? Great. Wonderful. Yeah, it really was, and he knew he'd be happy about it later; Marquette sorely needed a place like this, after all. But it was oddly disappointing, when he'd been looking for a place he wasn't really supposed to be. A little mischief. Instead, he got a dance club, which was apparently teen friendly. What a bust.

...well, he was already here. Might as well make the most of it, right? He slid his way through the throng of people, heading for the bar. Wonder how hard it'll be to get a drink...

Who: Aiden, Dorian, Olivia, and Bailey
Where: Babylon
When: Night

After leaving Third Base Bar, Aiden drove the short distance to Dorian's home. He hadn't called ahead, but he felt no need too. Aiden rarely called ahead to anyone, deeming it pointless. Of course, that could just his bad manners speaking. Pulling up in front of the house, he turned off the engine and got out of the car, getting rid of his cigarette before he opened his trunk, pulled his gun from the waistband of his jeans and dropped it in. After slamming the trunk door shut, he walked up to Dorian's house and knocked loudly. It was early yet and he was set on taking Dorian out with him this time. He had a feeling his friend would need a drink as badly as Aiden did at that point.

It was early yet, but the sun had gone down, which was the reason Dorian answered his door wearing sunglasses. Silly as it might look, he'd done it his whole life, and the questions it brought were far easier to deal with than the ones he'd get for glowing eyes. The moonlight was to blame. "Evening," he said, smiling easily as he found Aiden there. "Please tell me you want a drink." It had been a long day, but Dorian wasn't up for drinking alone.

"God damn sunglasses," Aiden grumbled. "Thought you outgrew that phase." Then again he'd thought Dorian would outgrow his fascination with the supernatural, but that wasn't the case either. "C'mon." Aiden motioned Dorian out the door. "I want several drinks actually and I'm not about to get pissed on my own."

"Better night vision," Dorian teased. There would be no outgrowing his tell, so it would just have to be a permanent annoyance and amusement. The sunglasses actually did just the opposite; he could barely see in the dark with them on. "I can do that," he said, only turning long enough to call out to Caleb and Tensiel that he was going out. It felt like he should at least tell them, rather than disappear. Dorian locked the door behind him. "So, why are we getting pissed?" he asked Aiden, following him towards the car.

Who: Leija and her dad
When: night
Where: their house

It was Moonlight Sonata. Always Moonlight Sonata. John Christiensen stood outside the door to the study for a long time, listening to his daughter play. She would stop as soon as she knew he was there, but the man had learned ways around it. Like eavesdropping when she was too wrapped up in the music to even think about whether or not he was in the hallway. He'd learned what the pieces meant to her. Moonlight Sonata was for when she was sad about something. Which was why she knew it so well, most likely.

Who: Chance and Taylor
When: Evening
Where: W. Washington St./Harlow Park

Chance had finally figured it out. Why he had ditched in Lower Harbor Park in front of Kaysen. The sun had been up. Of course, that sort of excuse would have only gotten him a roll of the eyes from her, but Chance was beginning to think it was the truth. Since the summer began, he'd always felt a bit more lethargic in the sun. His energy seemed to come after sunset and he rode his skateboard with renewed vigor now through Washington Street toward Harlow Park, grinding along the curb, swerving around people walking by him. At the moment, he felt like he could have pulled off Kaysen's tricks blindfolded. But he resisted going to her house to drag her back to the park to show her. He figured it would have come across as a bit too desperate.

Chance sped up, maneuvering his board toward the entrance of Harlow Park. He had only closed his eyes briefly against the breeze, but when he opened them, he spotted the red haired girl a bit too late. Cursing, Chance stepped to the back of his board to stop before he ran into her, but he was going far too fast. He grabbed her arm to push her out of the way and found himself stumbling forward, crashing to the ground. Falling flat on his ass in front of a girl twice in a day had to be a record of some kind.

Who: September and Joshua.
When: Evening.
Where: the hospital.

September's first real, coherent thought was that her arm and hand itched. A lot. Stitches. She hated stitches.

Wait a minute! Why the hell did she have stitches?!

It only took a few moments for that to fade back in as she opened her eyes. She'd tried to help Manson, she'd been attacked, she'd ran... someone had picked her up, but after that? Nothing. Various emotions that had been dreams, but no actual images or words. Not yet.

who: q and seven (possibly evan)
where: downtown
when: evening

Somebody lied. Why any supernatural anything would reside in the a boring ass place was beyond him. Maybe that vamp was just trying to drive him out the Bayou. Well, Q set a goal for himself. If he didn't catch anything in a month, he'd head back. He'd just settled in the Venture Motel that morning, not really caring about where he might live over this month. But he did need to stock up on supplies. He asked the owner for directions and decided to walk to the nearest corner store. He came in his navigator, but right now that just sat comfortably in the parking lot. He was hoping something would just jump out at him while he walked. A "Nevermore: Books and Sundries" caught his attention in the distance. Now, a normal hick town wouldn't have an odd place like that. It was a good sign. He headed in that direction to check it out.

Out from the side of a building ran a woman, who was crying hysterically, holding one arm close to her body. Blood was visible on her arm, her face, a few other places as she dashed across the street without even looking and she disappeared into a house there. From the direction she'd come, there came a nasty yowl of a hiss, and some scrabbling sounds.

You're Invited!
There will be a bonfire out at Wetmore's Landing on County Road 550 on Wednesday starting at around sixish. (But I'll totally be out there way earlier if people wanna show up then) Out past Sugarloaf, take the dirt drive after the big rocks.

We'll need marshmallows and other things you can grill on a stick! It'll go on overnight, so bring sleeping bags and tents too if you have them! (I will be bringing a few tents anyhow, people should be covered. ^_^) Feel free to bring guests with you too, toss the invites around to whoever you want! The more the merrier!
Hope to see you there!
Lullaby XOXOXOX

Who: Aiden and Manhattan
Where: Third Base Bar
When: 7:30ish

You've got a half hour reprieve, Dathan." Manhattan told her cousin as she rounded the front of her truck at a slow, casual gait. "Yeah, I told your uncle Bryson what's doing." The blonde stepping up onto the curb to make her way toward the Third Base Bar.

Manhattan had been itching for the past day and a half to get out of the house. Home confinement after her "run in" with a demon finally started wearing on her. She wasn't back to 100% yet, still a stretch to go, but the healing had begun. The bruises on her face and other areas of her body were starting to fade and the cuts and slashes were closed and healing. The loose fitting, long sleeved tee the hunter wore did well to conceal the markings on her arms as well as the cast currently worn on her lower right arm(though it did peek out just a bit where it reached to just below her knuckles), and conveniently covered the wrappings around her mid section that was required to help in the healing of her broken rib, what wasn't covered over by her t-shirt was tucked nicely away beneath her jeans.

She knew the thing was still out there, waiting. Only an idiot with be thinking otherwise. So needless to say she hadn't gone out unprepared. Hopefully though the night would go as she planned. One drink at the bar and then over to Dathan's friend Davy's house to pick her cousin up, and then head on home. Manhattan could pretty much already taste the beer she was looking forward to consuming as she headed for the front door of the bar.

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.

Who: Jordan and Chance
Where: Mya's Diner/Jordan's House
When: 5:15

Chance was thankful Jordan had agreed to meet him at Mya's. He had a feeling if he had to have dinner with his mom, he would have gone crazy, especially after she had met Kaysen. Too many questions he wouldn't want to answer, then they'd end up bickering, then fighting, and he wasn't in the mood for it again. So he waited in an empty booth, occasionally taking a drink from his soda as he waited for Jordan. His knee bobbed up and down restlessly as he poured over the menu. He was fucking hungry, but he felt it was only good manners to wait for her before ordering. His stomach growling, he glanced out the window impatiently.

Jordan hurried up the steps to the diner, still wearing the white button up blouse and black slacks she wore under her apron at work. Thankfully she'd already taken off her apron, which was stowed under her arm. Jordan hated to run late, but she'd gotten off late and then had to run to catch the bus, which she almost missed. Running her hand through her hair she glanced around the diner for Chance and upon spotting him she hurried over. 'Sorry.' She signed, one of the easy ones to remember, and one she used quite a bit too.

Who: Bailey and Mathias
Where: Babylon
When: Late Afternoon

It was a slow day, but days were always slow. Things tended to pick up in the evenings, considering Babylon's line of business, but they always had customers start to trickle in in the late afternoon, right before the after work crowd. Bailey was always silently amused to find there was an after work crowd at Babylon. He supposed everyone had to do something, no matter what they were. But it wasn't quite there yet and things were quiet, which left him at the bar. He'd prefer something more than water, but he was technically on the job and he'd do nothing to impair his work. Anything could stumble in that door and he didn't need to be stumbling around after them.

Mathis had been driving past the place when he noticed it - on another one of his 'let's get to know the layout of where I'm living and where everything is' drives - boring as hell, but at least he got himself properly oriented. He'd checked out of the Venture and was considering where to go next. He wasn't particularly worried about it - he'd find somewhere later. He'd gone and checked out the rubble of the Happy Medium, kicking over a few of the bricks - convinced it had to have been arson. Places like that didn't just randomly burn down, after all. And then he'd passed Babylon. It looked interesting and so he figured he'd check it out.

Pulling over to the curb, he locked his car and shouldered his bag as he walked in, slowing s he entered, checking out the layout, the patrons, his gaze taking in the whole place as he walked streadily to the bar. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than anywhere else on the dark haired man who was looking as watchful as he was before he looked away, ordering a beer from the bar tender and taking out a cigarette casually.

who: Eli and Synnove
where: Printed Syn's
when: afternoon

Eli was keeping his head down, one earbud from his mp3 player tucked in his ear, doing his best to blend in as he headed for his meeting with Synnove. He wasn't really expecting to pick up on any troublesome thoughts on the walk to the gallery, didn't expect Tensiel's demon to be out and detectable in broad daylight, but it couldn't hurt. Hopefully, he wouldn't get another ass-kicking migraine for his trouble.

Unfortunately, even if he had run across any trouble, he wasn't really confident he would have noticed it in time to react properly, anyways. The conversation with Ten plagued him, troubled him. He was worried. She could destroy the whole fucking town, if the inclination struck her. That kind of power... fuck. Could he help? Was there anything to help her with that, except understanding and acceptance? He sure as hell didn't see her as a threat. If she blew up Marquette, it would be because it needed to be blown up. End of story. But still, it worried him, more than he liked to admit. He couldn't even ask for advice, not with this. Hers was a secret he'd take to his grave.

When he arrived, Eli paused outside of the gallery long enough to make sure Syn was the only one inside. That verified, (because he was so not interested in hovering about if she was talking to a customer or something) he took a deep breath, closing his eyes and forming up a mental wall. There. Telepathy suitably muffled. He pushed open the door after that and headed inside, only self consciously brushing his hand up against his bruised and scratched temples once before stuffing his hands in his pockets. If she was gonna yell at him, she was gonna yell at him. Nothing he could do about it now.

who: kaysen and chance
where: all over
when: afternoon

Chance had feared it was going to rain, but thankfully all the sky seemed to want to do was gather dark clouds, leaving the day dry, so far. He took advantage and spent most of the morning after his therapy session on his skateboard. He knew exactly what he was doing, though he wouldn't consciously admit it. So what if he had somehow ended up on Kaysen's street. He only lived three blocks away, and hello, skateboarding! So yeah, he was bound to pass by eventually. Only he wasn't passing by, and he knew it. As he came upon her driveway, he stepped off his board and picked it up before glancing up at the windows, wondering which one was hers. Chance knew it wasn't the best idea, but since when had he ever been accused of having those?

So he found himself on her porch, and his finger pressing against the doorbell. He just hoped her brother didn't answer. Thankfully, it was a woman, who he could only assume was her mother, who seemed distracted, but was looking at him expectantly. With a tentative smile, he gripped the edge of his skateboard with both hands. "Is Kaysen around?" Lame!! But what else was he suppose to say? He'd never really done this before.

"Isaac isn't--" she had started, but broke off and blinked at him as he asked for her daughter and not her son. "I...you're here for Kaysen? Has she gotten herself into trouble again?" she asked.

who: caleb and jamie
where: jamie's house
when: afternoon: after this scene

The groceries were put away in blissful silence. It hurt to see Isaac. It hurt to know he hurt, and that she'd done that to him. And it hurt because, other than telling him and Caleb about each other sooner? She wouldn't have done anything differently. She didn't regret Friday. She only regretted that anyone had had to get hurt.

Jamie headed into the living room, fully intending to go throw herself into bed and sleep for several hours, but she saw someone sitting on the porch. A familiar someone. A someone who didn't look happy. Fuck. Of course. Best way for her boyfriend to meet Isaac? Isaac coming out of her house. When she'd told Caleb he was the only boy to ever come inside. Best. Day. Ever.

She kicked off her sandals and headed out onto the porch, sitting down beside him without a word. Really, what could she say?

I should have left. Caleb immediately decided, because when she came out and was suddenly sitting there, he realized just how unprepared he was to deal with her. How amazingly, massively unprepared. As in he couldn't think of a single fucking thing to say. He'd turned off his mp3 player before, the earbuds where over his shoulder, and he'd been staring down at the hematite, running his thumb around and over the smooth, glassy surface. The motion stopped when she was present, and he could see her distorted reflection in it. He didn't say anything because so many things came to mind all at once, and none of them he deemed even the slightest bit acceptable.

Who: Caleb and Isaac
When: right after this scene
where: Jamie's front yard

Caleb was walking up the street towards Jamie's house, mp3 player playing as he trudged up the sidewalk, hands shoved into his pockets. His mind was about a million miles away, milling over far too much. Too much had been hapening lately, and he was still feeling like the rug had been pulled out from under him. He still wanted blood for what happened to Ten, and Jamie was sick...from another attack, which was just weird. He'd brought a stone for Jamie, a polished hemetite that looked like a black mirror. He thought she might like it, even if he was pretty sure she wouldn't remember that he'd brought her a flower yesterday. Or that he'd been there at all. Either way, he took the stone out of his pocket, looking down at it before he turned into her yard. He looked up when he heard the door opening, and stopped, staring.

Isaac was in the middle of closing the door behind him when he glanced up. He looked troubled and frowny and his eyes met those of a guy around his age, standing in the front yard. He was deliberately looking at a house he didn't have any business looking at unless he was who Isaac thought he was. After a heartbeat of them staring at one another, he knew. Oh shit. A couple of possibilities crossed his mind, not least of which was running. Or turning around to call for Jamie to warn her, or ... or something. Shitfuckpiss this was what he'd been antsy about. Isaac decided casual might be his best option. He lifted a thumb to point behind him to the door. "She's inside," he said, amiably enough.

who: Jamie and Isaac
where: streets to her house
when: around noon

Okay, grocery shopping had been a bad idea. Jamie had woken up and felt worlds better compared to yesterday, enough to happily bounce around the house and clean for the first few hours of the morning. And then she'd noticed they were out of a few things (aspirin, bread, milk, ice cream) and had gone to the store. And then there had been a sale, and what was she supposed to do, ignore it? Bah!

Her energy had held up quite well, at least until she'd started off for home with the too-heavy bags. Now she was suddenly hit by a wave of lethargy and dizziness, only a few streets away from her house. Jamie sagged against a nearby lamppost, lowering a few bags to the ground. Her eyes slid closed and she took in a shaky breath. I'll just rest a minute... Just a minute, and I'll be back on my way.

Who: Gray and Buttahfly
When: noonish
Where: Gray's place!

Buttahfly had decided upon waking that she should go see Gray. She wasn't sure why, it was just some woman's intuition, but Bu had always been good about listening to that. It had served her well in the past. She wasn't up early by any means, and by the time she'd put some gyros together -- since she'd been shopping recently for them and the veggies were fresh -- it was time for lunch. Which worked perfectly. Bu packed enough for a hearty lunch and told Socko where she was going. There were a few minutes of goodbye-kissing in which she considered staying home for another hour or two, but eventually she got away with much giggling and promises of 'later'. She went out the door with a bounce in her step and hopped in the car.

A short drive later, she was pulling into Gray's apartment complex. As she located a parking spot, she noted a pair of familiar legs sticking out of the front seat of a blue Ford. Huh. Bu parked closeby and got out, ambling over to peer. Yup, that was Steps, all right. "Lose a contact or somethin'?" she asked, a grin in her voice.

After last night, Gray and his higher brain functions had not been on civil terms, and hence as soon as dawn broke he began looking for something to do that involved not being inside and not thinking in full sentences. Hours of walking later and he'd realized that there was something menial and useful he could do feeling as burned out as he did - clean the disaster that was his car. It was more than slightly OCD of him but hell, he felt like it, and what was more - there was still the matter of September's bloodied dagger (which had gotten knocked under one of the seats) and several splotches of rather suspicious blood he just knew were there on the apholstery.

who: lullaby and dorian
where: nevermore
when: noonish

Lullaby had gone around to several book stores in the area, though nothing quite got her what she wanted. She'd crossed several off of her list, and Nevermore was the next on it, so she walked up and entered the shop. Reaching up to shrug her backpack more firmly onto her shoulder, she looked around the shop then immediately for whoever might be working. When she saw the man, she smiled at him, and walked over. "Hello." she greeted, trying to speak clearly enough in her soft, quiet voice for him while she signed as well. "I'm looking for some specific kinds of books, can you help me please?" she asked.

And now for the part where she hoped he didn't look at her like she was nuts! She'd already been stared at like a total nutter several times today. But oh well. This was incredibly important to her, so she was damn well going to be putting up with a look or two. Anything if it would help her boys.

Dorian looked up as someone approached him, and when she started to sign, he watched her lips as closely as possible. He didn't know sign language, but he could hear just fine. The advantage to her signing was that he now knew he needed to face her when he was talking, just in case. "I can help," he smiled. "What are you looking for?" So long as it wasn't the newest hit in paperback fiction, they just might have it. He hated having to turn customers away that thought Nevermore was a normal bookstore, but they just didn't carrry Harry Potter or any of that shit.

"I need any information on curses you might have, specifically breaking them." Lullaby said clearly, then smiled at him hopefully. "I'm not crazy." she added, because yes, she'd gotten that look a few too many times. "Do you have anything? And I don't mean like, crappy lame pretend fiction books, or 'how to be a witch and hex stuff!' stupid lamer b.s. stuff either. I'm looking for the real deal, do you have anything?"

Who: Leija and Thom
When: late morning
Where: phone, then her house

Thom had been up for a while, his thoughts warring, fighting over which was more important, more worrying - Kaysen's fight, or Leija's disappearance. He'd told himself that Isaac was handling Kaysen - anyway, she was fine and as long as she stayed out of trouble, she'd stay fine. Still, he'd woken early that morning and started looking into more protection spells. Unfortunately, he didn't have one entitled 'spell to stop people getting into stupid fucking fights'. Damn white magic bullshit. He'd found one that might work for the future though and made a few notes on some ingredients he'd ahve to find, before deciding that that was enough for now and turning his mind to his other worry.

Leija, and what the hell had happened last night. He didn't think it was him - he'd gone over their conversation several times in his head and at no point could he see where he may had fucked up. She'd just... run off, like some kind of Cinderella about to turn into a damn pumpkin - not that it had even been anywhere near midnight anyway. No, Thom was totally baffled and so, having looked at it from every damn angle and still come up blank, he did the only thing that remained. He called the girl.

Who: Mya and Caleb
When: 11:15am
Where: On the Phone

Mya was in her office and had just managed to get a moment off the floor. The past few days had been beyond hectic for her, more stress than normal seeing as she hadn't heard from Brian and what with him not having come back when he was supposed to. She'd texted him and he texted back that he was ok, just detained so she hoped things would iron themselves out soon, but it did leave her with a lot more work than she normally had. This is the only reason she let Tensiel go so long without showing. By now she was worried more than upset so she sifted through her address book to find the number she'd given.

Mya called the Lockwood residence (the number she'd given her), and waited for an answer. She hoped Tensiel was ok.

from: chance (4562)
to: jordan
10:03am 08/06/07

J - how r ru? be thkful I have unlimited text. doc says I need to communicate more so I am communicating with u (don't u feel all kinds of special?) be proud. got my ass kicked last night. missed u at the party. want 2 see u soon. - C

who: doc and syn
where: the kitchen
when: morning

Living two starkly different lives imparted strange insights to Doc almost daily. Balancing mundane things with the truly fantastic, bearing witness to so much he could never speak of... it made shopping a little unusual. There was something strangely static about the trip he'd just gotten back from, a clean, snug black shirt in tow. It wasn't too dressy and would hide his tattoos, but the experience had been odd in it's thorough normality. Still, it looked pretty good to Doc, standing in the downstairs bathroom as he tried it on. He would've had to flat-out lie to say he wasn't nervous or excited about his plans with Eva, but he was still hoping that the time between now and tomorrow would cool him off a bit.

Synnove was headed downstairs to go for a walk, she wanted to head down towards the lake and practice her gifts again...not to mention meditating to recharge herself. Lately she'd been using things so often with Eli it was getting draining. She just wasn't complaining about it. It gave her practice. Pausing as she'd passed the bathroom door, she backed up a step to gaze in at Doc. "That's new." she said, eyeing the shirt. "I didn't think you owned anything that wasn't a beat up band tshirt."

who: Dorian and Michael
where: Nevermore
when: morning

It was surprisingly easy to lose track of time when you were dead. Michael had popped back into existence sometime after midnight (which never failed to be disorienting) in Lullaby's room (also very disorienting; he'd fallen through the damned floor!). After a quick check on her, and then a dash over to his own house to make sure Journey and Lee were safe, he'd wandered until he'd found Nevermore. It was the first bookstore he'd come across, and thankfully, it seemed to have exactly what he'd needed.

It was surprisingly easy to forget about such things as organization when you were dead, too. He'd been haphazardly pulling books from shelves all night, on demons and vampires and lycanthropes... and fae. A good thirty books were strewn about the store, on tables and chairs, the counter and the floor, open to pages he'd found interesting or potentially useful. Apparently, the book his father had left had been inaccurate. Michael never had reason to worry about the supernatural when he'd been alive, so he'd done all right, but now that he was dead and it seemed his son was getting involved in a mess of supernatural trouble without even trying... Well, whatever. He'd just have to remember which books had had the most useful information and send Lee out to buy them for Journey and Lullaby. What else could he do?

Being dead sucked.

Who: Dorian and Tensiel
Where: The Lockwood Residence
When: Early Morning

It was cloudy and dark, which was why it took Tensiel a little while to work out that it was actually morning when she finally woke up again. She'd lain quietly, peering at the small gap of light that slipped through Caleb's window, for what felt like an hour - and then, remembering with a hot prick of anger Mathias' visit earlier - had begun the slow and injurious business of getting back on her feet.

Luckily Caleb had finally, completely, fallen asleep next to the bed - propped up awkwardly against the wall so she could get past him. Not that she managed that quickly. After managing to sit up, Tensiel had just looked at him silently in the dark for a long while. A long while. Then she'd shaken her head and made herself move, because that was another and better reason to get back on her feet.

It had been slow, tough going, and she'd bitten her lip pretty hard indeed to keep from letting any sore sounds out as she eased along the wall to the bathroom and then in turn to the kitchen. That was pretty much the limit for the moment though, as she gave a sigh and kept a hand on her stomach, then just sat down on the floor in the kitchen next to the cupboard. Give it a minute and she'd make a go for the fridge. Victory would totally be hers.

In a minute.

Who: Olivia & Billy
Where: Mya's Diner
When: Early morning-ish

So the waitressing thing was fairly easy. Olivia hadn't yet broken anything, dropped anything, or run into a customer who was a complete dick, and to be honest, everyone who had walked through the door and sat down since Olivia began her shift were fairly pleasant and tipped well. All in all, not too bad so far. She had a long day ahead of her, what with going into Babylon later that evening. It would certainly be worth the exhaustion if it put money in her pocket, which in turn would put a roof over her head tonight. Venture had been ideal, but she couldn't stay there as long as Mathias was there. That was trouble just waiting to be had. Olivia still winced when she thought of her behavior the night before. She didn't know what she had been thinking. The only silver lining was that she hadn't slept with him. She was of clear mind now (okay, so not entirely clear...tequila and lack of sleep made everything a bit hazier). And logic was stuck firmly back in place. She wouldn't seek him out again, no matter how much she might want too. No, she didn't want too. Nope. No. No.

Olivia focused on brewing a fresh pot of coffee and pulled out the small notepad from her apron, checking it over to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. In truth, she didn't need to write orders down. She could remember them easily once they were said to her, but people got fidgety sometimes when you simply listened. Afraid she'd forget the syrup on the side or something if she didn't make note of it. In any case, everything was so far so good. She just needed to focus on getting through the day without any major malfunctions or disasters. Then she could find a bed, curl up and sleep, and start the cycle all over again tomorrow. How normal people got along with such a life of routine, Olivia would never, ever know.