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Who: Doc and Jocelyn
Where: The Martens house
When: late afternoon

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: Dorian and Medea
where: Nevermore
when: after school
NSFW

Dorian had spent most of the day working on Dean's question, and doing his best to dig up information about fades. The long and short of it was that there was barely any information at all out there. This didn't surprise Dorian though. It was taboo magic, the type that one could be tried under regular laws for. Murder was murder, no matter what the end result was.

Who: Hunt and Tad
Where: over the the phone
When: Evening

Who: Porter and Tad
Where: Tad's house
When: Just after school

Thankfully, it wasn't too hard to beg some time outside for Porter. Sure, he'd already spent the day 'sick' at home, but when his mom got in, all it took was a steady smile and a friendly request for some fresh air. She'd assented all too easily, only making him promise to be home for dinner with Carter that night. The chance for fresh air and to make a few housecalls was plenty of incentive for Porter to agree, and once he did it was all blue skies and slushy ground.

Who: Dean and Caleb
Where: Art class
When: Morning

The whispers had been following Dean all morning. the whispers, the hushed comments, the looks, stares as he walked down the corridor. He hated every minute of it. He loathed being the centre of attention, wasn't even good at being noticed. But he was being noticed today. Him and everyone else that had been on the trip sent to the hospital.

Who: Koji and open to fairgoers!
Where: Tourist's Park
When: Late afternoon

Strange as it was, this place wasn't nearly so bad to Koji. Sure, it was just like any of the hundreds of stops before it in a lot of ways. Faceless crowds milled around from tent to tent,gorging themselves on the treats being offered and wasting their money on the games. They were waiting for dusk, of course, for a chance to gawk at the 'attractions' of the show. But somehow? It was better here.

who: caleb & porcelina
where: the freakshow
when: evening

who: drew and jocelyn
where: around abouts third street
when: mid afternoon

Drew walked up the slushy sidewalk, hands crammed down into his pockets, and his head down against the wind. It wasn't cold, really, just windy, and he felt soaked. Walking around Marquette while there was a huge melt of massive amounts of snow was messy at best, and with as many deep puddles as he'd trod through by accident, he was thoroughly uncomfortable. But, he didn't have a whole lot of choice in being out and about, either, so he was just...being out and about, only wet and gross feeling.

He'd gotten himself an apartment, though the term 'apartment' could probably be swapped with 'compartment' considering the size of the place. He could just about turn around and hook up his computer, and that was it. Okay, it was slightly larger than that, but it didn't feel larger than that. Especially after the much more upscale accommodations he'd been used to in the past few years. But he was on the run at the moment, and when one was on the run, you didn't get choices in fine living spaces. You took what you could get, and called it good. Either way he was sort of just out for a walk, familiarizing himself with the area, as well as making some sort of attempt to get a bit of food for himself. He was entirely lost in thought, and went to step off of a curb when his foot slid out from beneath him and he found himself sitting in a slusy puddle of doom.

Who: Porter
Where: His house
When: afternoon

In contrast to most kids his age, Monday couldn't have come soon enough for Porter. He'd fretted away the weekend, working on the comic and musing on Medea, always counting down the hours before his deliveries came in. The gorgeous day that awaited when he'd woken up that morning only seemed to cement his decision to feign illness, never a tough card to play with his mother, and an even easier one after the ordeal at the asylum.

who: chloe & isabelle
where: highschool corridors
when: first period

Chloe was worried. She'd pulled her hair into somewhat unruly pleats in order to tame down the whole...OH HEY LOOK AT ALL MY HAIR thing, but really it just functioned to make her look like Pippi Longstocking. Awesome. Also, she was wearing uniform - grey skirt, knee socks, shirt & tie, the whole shebang. Which was making her stand out a whole bunch amongst the rest of the kids who frankly, all looked like extras from an advert for The Gap.

Who: Tad and his Grams
Where: Tad's house
When: Evening

The ride home from Kaysen's house the night before had been silent and once home Tad had gone straight to his room. Since then he hadn't really left besides to go to the bathroom or to grab something to eat out of the kitchen. By the time dinner rolled around, Tad had to go downstairs, especially once he smelled food cooking.

Who: Isabelle and Thom
Where: Thom's house
When: Early afternoon

This was risky. Isabelle wasn't usually this rash with her decisions, but between the weather being lovely and her foster parents suggesting she and her sister "get out of the house" and knowing how precarious the situation was...well maybe it was worth the risk.

Who: Dean and Dorian
Where: Nevermore
When: Morning

Dean had headed into town alone. With the unseasonably good weather, Thia was staying in - the sun always made her feel ill. Plus there was the whole 'the town thinks I'm dead' of it - which still held true, even if a handful of teenagers now knew it wasn't. Dean still didn't know what to do about that. It would just be a case of seeing what tomorrow held, how people were reacting.

hooooold

Who: Caleb and Nic
Where: The phone, then Caleb's house
When: Late

Who: Doc
Where: Newberry mental asylum
When: Evening

Burma was far behind him now, a distant afterthought of swamps, bloodshed, and misery. He'd cut through the sky for hours on end, watching the occasional shimmer of a plane above or below him embarking to destinations Doc could only guess at. And for the whole of the trip? He was praying that his hunch was wrong.

Who: Renaud & Porcelina
Where: The Freakshow Caravans
When: Pre-dawn

who: eben and chloe
where: around town
when: early morning

Who: Doc, messages to Oz, Grayson
Where: The Martens residence
When: early afternoon

Oh lord, was there ever work to do. Out in the garage, Doc was pacing eagerly in front of the open furnace, clad in an a-shirt and old jeans, basking in the heat as he held his phone to his ear and a beer in his free hand. He'd seen the news, and what was more, he was getting calls.

Three days. Three days and I'm eighteen, as far as anyone knows. And I don't know what happens afterward, not really. I mean, I know I'm not going anywhere. Mom needs me, Caleb and Dean and Lullaby... well, they don't need me? But I think they'd welcome the help.

So, whatever I don't know? I know that much; I'm staying here. Knowing more would be easier if I knew where everything with Caleb was, which is stupid of me. Like I should be planning my possible future based on a guy. Retard.

I can't believe I never thought of it before. There's a way, there's someone I can take. If Medea believes in me, if she'll help me do it? I know I can.

No one's going to miss them.

stuffs

Who: Dean and Kathy the radio talkshow host
Where: On the radio
When: Night

Dean didn't often listen to the radio, but he'd got up to check his email and he was trying to catch up on what was going on at the same time, which had meant tuning in to some local station over the net whilst he did other things. He hadn't expected the phone in, but it had caught his attention and he'd listened - and he'd heard the phonecall from whoever the hell it had been - some mother or something raging about werewolves and the school trip. She'd still been ranting when Dean had picked up the phone, furious with some of the things he'd been hearing. Really, he hadn't though it through, at all - because he hadn't actually clued into the fact that as a phone in session, he could end up on air - which was exactly what happened to him as soon as he'd told the poor girl that had picked up the phone on the other end that it was all bullshit.

"Really? You're on the air with WMQT," The woman said, Kathy, the regular dj for the evening. "Please keep your language to on air standards, but please! Tell us why you think so!" she said, sounding a little surprised, but intrigued.

Who: Kaysen and Tad
Where: Kaysen's house
When: late evening

The sun had been setting when he'd arrived at the library, and now that he was leaving it was even later. Tad didn't have a curfew because he'd never had a reason to have one before, but tonight he'd probably end up being accused of breaking it. Instead of pedaling towards Grams, a late dinner and more classic movies, while they avoided talking about what happened on his trip, Tad steered his bike one handed while eating cracker's from his backpack and headed for Kaysen's house.

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

who: drew and chloe
where: her asylum
when: 2 years ago