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.

Who: Tad and Misha
When: Afternoon
Where: Tad's house

Tad was waiting for the younger guy, sitting on the front porch of his house, Diet Coke in hand and headphones on. He wasn’t going to admit that he was outside just in case Jess wandered by, or that cat. Admitting that would sound stupid. It sounded stupid in his head which meant he was keeping it to himself.

who: Bradley and Hayley
where: Her room
When: evening

note: mildly NSFW

Want to come to Manhattan with me or are you busy with Harlow?

Who: Isobel and Star
Where: The beach
When: Afternoon

Isobel had gone over the books, the plan, everything she could think of. Harlow’s advice had been valuable, more valuable than what she had found in what she’d gotten from the bookstore. Now she was standing on the beach, wind whipping at her hair and she looked out at the shoreline. She wasn’t afraid of things normally and she wasn’t that afraid of what she wanted to do. The worry that she might make things worse though? That was what weighed heavily on her mind and had her pausing. The pause wasn’t long though and she looked up towards the sky, the fluffy blue clouds drifting along. “Mourning Star?” she called, feeling somewhat silly at calling out to thin air. “I... request your presence.”

Who: Caleb and Nic
Where: Nic's house
When: Afternoon

Caleb was a little injured. Not overwhelmingly so--and weirdly most of the injuries were small and shallow. But that was what happened when you got utterly overrun by small demony type creatures he'd never seen before. They kind of reminded him of that old movie, Critters. Only more annoying. Either way, he'd spent the majority of his day in some backwater village in Alaska, getting rid of the stupid things. When he got back to Marquette, he was pretty exhausted, and instead of going back to the hospital, he headed for Nic's house. He didn't know if she was home or not, but he was planning on giving it a shot. So he dropped down outside her window, and peeked in.