Who: Bradley and Hayley
Where: the commune
When: late afternoon

NOTE: NSFW

Bradley didn’t like being cooped up when there was crazy going on in town. It was waging war on his personalities. The ranger wanted to get in the middle of things. The scared boy wanted to hide under his bed. He wasn’t feeling even at all, just confused and wound up opting for sitting on his bed, trying to find something to do and failing miserably.

Who: Tad and Jess
Where: the hospital
When: afternoon

Tad had taken long enough to try and rinse out his arm enough to get some of the feeling back. Thankfully it wasn’t deep and he was getting feeling in his fingers back. At least it hadn’t gotten to his wrist sheaths. Those were off as well, dropped on the bed next to Jess. He was already working on her wounds, cleaning them out, flexing his numb hand some to try and get feeling back in it.

Jess was really feeling strange. She wanted nothing more than to just curl up and snooze this all away. But Tad was there, working on her injuries, and she didn’t know what to do. “Tad...if you don’t get yourself squared away, your arm is gonna fall off and that’s going to freak me out way too much.”

Who: Gabe, Roxie and Grams (NPC)
Where: The hospital
When: late afternoon

Tad was taking care of Jess and he’d shaken his grandmother off, leaving her to look over Roxie’s leg. Gabe was anxious but useless in this situation outside of sitting with Roxie, arm around her waist, waiting to see if she could be helped. “Does it hurt?” he asked Roxie, resting his head on her shoulder.

Roxie nodded, leaning her head into Gabe's as she took a deep breath. "Yeah, but nothing I can't handle. It's..weird. Numb but still hurts or something. I don't know what's going on. This thing just...swiped at me, I managed to get my pencil in its hand or arm or something, and I got out of the school before I even stopped to look at my leg. Is it gonna be ok, Doc Grams?"

Who: Harlow and Renaud
Where: Streets
When: Night

Harlow lived for this. The scales were ridiculously tipped and that was her cue to get started. She’d loaded herself up with ammunition, pistol in the back of her ripped jeans, knives scattered here and there along her person, brass knuckles already on one hand as the other held her cigarette to her mouth. Time to do some real research, some real work for the first time in what seemed like forever. And although the town was collectively freaking out and people were scattering around her, Harlow was grinning as she walked down the street.

Who: Tad, Harper, Roxie, Gabe, Jess, and Ryan
Where: The school, then the hospital
When: late afternoon

Harper took off running down the hallway, sneakers sliding against the slick linoleum. Her nose was bleeding and making it difficult to breathe but she was somehow managing too anyway. She was getting soaked from the sprinkler system, the damn fire alarms ringing. It was making her head positively pound. Whatever those things were, Ryan had told her to run and she did, even as his screams had her wanting to go back. The fact that she could no longer hear them made her blood run cold.

Who: Dorian and Megan
Where: Alexandria
When: late

He’d found his way back to Marquette and the bookstore, dragging his feet as he let himself in. He could have gone home, but home wasn’t where he wanted to be. Being Famine wasn’t always a bad gig. Dorian liked spreading the right knowledge, liked people taking the right knowledge and often they did good things with it. Though sometimes, sometimes when he spread the right knowledge he knew he was clearing a path for Death to follow in his footsteps. Though it was the job, it was the balance they sought, sometimes it was hard to do, hard to walk away, knowing he’d just set something tragic in motion and not be worn down by it.

Who: Dorian and Jen
Where: Alexandria
When: late morning

Dorian was tired and he was pretty sure it showed. His hair was a bit of a mess from his hands being in it, the steaming cup of coffee in front of him was his third and it wasn’t working. Being Famine was usually pretty straight forward, usually a matter of clearing up information and setting people straight. The problem this time was that, in order to keep Star’s balance, setting them straight meant wiping out a community. He hated it, in a way, but at the same time he realized the point. It just couldn’t be. Normally the job just made sense, he was distanced from the results, but this time he’d been in it, the informed source that was explaining why death was the right option.

Who: Megan and Dorian
Where: Dorian's Old Apartment/Megan's New Apartment
When: Afternoon

Megan had shucked off her Henley early on in the unpacking process – the chill that had been in the air had given way to a hazy warmth – and she adjusted the strap of her tank top with one hand while the other undid the box on the table in front of her. The windows were thrown open and a fan was going. Dorian’s scent permeated everything and she was doing her best to try get rid of it. It was weird, being surrounded by boy smell, plus the mustiness of the bookstore below but there was something oddly comforting about it that she wasn’t entirely sure about.

Who: Bradley and Hayley
Where: the beach
When: afternoon

They’d already had a plan in place, spending time together at the beach before the conversation Bradley had had with Oz. It was a whole thing, an afternoon by the water, somewhere Hayley knew about that wasn’t really around anyone else, but at the same time not just cooped up in her room.

The conversation with Oz had left him curious and uncomfortable since he’d had it, and he’d been too eager to get back with Hayley again and ask her about things. He didn’t know what it would mean for them or what she’d think, but it had been on his mind since he’d met up with her, tugging at a frayed piece of his jeans nervously as he sat with her. “I think we should talk,” he finally managed, glancing up at her.

who: oz and bradley
where: the commune
when: morning

Oz was outside on the porch, reading. Bradley hadn't come in the night before, and he'd tracked the kid's scent into town, and to Hayley's house. He hadn't bothered anyone, really so long as he knew where he was, he was fine with whatever, but it did have him waiting for the blonde to get home. He knew there'd been a whole lot of transition lately, and he should probably address a few things if he was going to be spending the night in a girl's room. Especially if that girl was a werewolf.

It was that combined sort of scent of Bradley and Hayley that alerted him to the teen's approach before he heard or saw him. Looking up, he eventually saw him coming down the path to the house. "Morning." he greeted.