Kamiyama Mitsuko

Who: Sascha and Theora
When: Later afternoon
Where: The Elven Temple
What: Time for a little private tutoring- Priestess style! XD


[Snag-a-riffic!]

Who: Logan and Hayate
When: Night
Where: Logan's Room / Dreamland
What: Dreamwalking Hayate

After his talk with Zach, Logan made it a pointed to Dreamwalk Hayate. He had promised Zach he would try to get to know the man better. Besides, his dreams would reveal his inner intention. Things that Zach and Chris didn't know. Dreams were where people let their guard down. Hayate seemed to be a guarded man and Logan needed to break through that defense.

In between spending time with Mitsuko, Logan had been working on a drawing of Hayate. He required something to focus his mind on the person he wanted to Dreamwalk. While his memory was very good when it came to features, he had only seen Hayate twice and he had looked different both times (where someone got peroxide in Elysium was beyond Logan). He also wanted to make sure his mind didn't mistake the man for Zach.

But he was satisfied with his drawing. There was also the matter of catching Hayate when he was asleep. It was difficult to pinpoint a specific person you wanted to dreamwalk unless you knew their sleeping habits.

As Logan laid back on his bed, fingers slipping over the drawing he'd done of Hayate, he could feel himself drifting. His eyes fluttered shut and he began to slip away into dreams. Dreams of the enigma of a man Chris had befriended.

Who: Heather and Nathaniel
When: Friday night
Where: Tiki Hut!!!
What: drinking and fun times

Heather was bored with her book. Bored with just about everything in her bungalow. Fuck, she needed a TV, stereo, computer... ANYTHING! Something fun to kill time. But she had none of the above, major bummer. She did have some booze though, and when the boredom finally got intolerable, Heather decided to crack it open and play a few drinking games... uh... with herself. Damn, not nearly as fun alone, but her brother wasn't around, and she didn't think her grandpa would be up for shots tonight, though the dude could seriously hold his liquor!

After several rounds of whiskey alone, Heather decided she needed to go in search of company. Question was, who? She considered visiting Duncan, seemed like he'd be a good drinking buddy, but she didn't know where he lived. In fact, the only person whose house she'd been to... was Nathaniel's. Looked like Nate would be her victim!

After changing quickly into some jeans and a cute red top appropriate for 'clubbing', she pulled her hair out of its ponytail and messed with it a bit until it looked cute and threw on some lipstick and mascara. Heather wasn't one for lots of makeup, just enough to accentuate her better features. Deciding she looked good enough for some partying, she headed off to Nate's place, which wasn't a short trek by any means, but it was a nice night, so she didn't mind.

When she arrived at his door, she hesitated briefly before knocking. Shit. Voe might be there. Heather really didn't want to interact with the creepy vamp chick. Hopefully Nathaniel would be the one to answer the door. She knocked.

Who: Warren, Emily and Echo
Where: Marketplace
When: Afternoon
What: Warren gives himself a day off..and meets some new people


Warren was somewhat surprised that though he worked in the market, he never took the time to fully explore the other shops. He would usually just go to the sweets shop, the bakery and the fresh food Pavilion. He was certainly not a fan of being anywhere near the Butcher's. Something about being remotely near the area grossed him out. In the case of the other stores he really just never paid attention to them. The healer guessed it was rather odd since some were probably smack dab between his eyes when he stepped out of the Tailors.

On this day, he took a day off from even glancing at the Tailors, figuring it was a 'good riddance' thing for his coworker. It was a good day to weave both inside and outside of shops. The weather was quite warm for a day of autumn, somewhat like an Indian Summer. He sure wasn't complaining.

The healer walked towards the café and lightly brushed shoulders with a stranger causing him to turn back in their direction before he fully passed them. "Forgive me. I was somewhat daydreaming"

Who: Hayate, Faye, Chris, and Guards
When: 10:20 AM
Where: Town Hall
What: Answering the summons. In other words, Hayate plays the wounded puppy routine.

After Hayate received a sudden letter at his door last night, he found himself immediately opening it to read its contents. With his fingers curling tightly into his palm, Hayate crushed the paper in his fist. All of this time he spent trying to make his stay in Elysium last without a single mark on his name, and that blonde bitch went public with the incident at their cottage. Gears began to turn in his mind, searching for a solution to the problem. His wounds had not yet healed, and he sought no treatment for them, allowing them to heal on their own.

Hayate knew if he showed up with the wounds, a bandaged face and limp leg, he would receive sympathy. It was only self-defense, he would tell them. He wanted to believe Kaiya did not have the backbone to step up and say anything like Faye was saying. After all, Kaiya's name was not in the letter. Faye went alone, and it was his word against hers. Kaiya wished nothing more than to distance herself from the experience. He knew her type, and he knew she would keep her distance and hold her tongue for fear.

Chris asked to come with him, not wanting him to travel alone. Having someone on his side helped him look good, and Hayate conceded to letting her come along. He brought with him a makeshift cane in order to lean his weight onto his non-injured leg and off of the one with the deep knife wound. Half of his face also remained bandaged, even though he had the ability to illusion away the wounds. Why make them go away when he needed them to prove he had also been attacked as well?

With Chris at his side, Hayate left to make his case and prove his innocence. If Faye had not sliced half of his face open in the first place, he would not have done what he had done in retaliation. The walk itself did not take long as the pair reached the entrance of Town Hall. Given all of the evidence on his side, Hayate believed they would listen to him.

His calm words were better than the ravings of a tempermental fae.

Who: Duncan and [ OPEN ]
When: Morning, around 10am
Where: The Library
What: Duncan comes in on his day off to decorate for Halloween..without really letting anyone know first what he's doing.

Duncan had originally planned to wait a full week into October before decorating the library, but later decided that 'five' was a much more wholesome, sensible number, and so therefore came to the conclusion that no, the first Friday, which was five-days in, would be perfect. The djinn was grinning the entire time as he delicately paper mache bats and spiders on shelves and in subtle spots on the circulatory desk. He hadn't told anyone he was coming in this Friday to decorate. In fact, Friday was generally one of his days off, so he hadn't bothered to dress like a library worker. He wore ripped jeans and a thin tee shirt that was something close to 'white' and had the words: "I'm Not Even Supposed To BE HERE today!" printed across them. He thought it very apropos for the situation.

The decorations were made mostly by him, although the plastic happy-face Jack-O-Lantern with the empty head (that would be filled with candy someday soon) was something he'd used to carry baubles on his trip over to Elysium. He knew it would come in handy later! He'd crafted bats and spiders from paper mache and some pieces of old boots that had so many holes in the soles he couldn't wear them. The fake cobwebs he strewed about the tops of cases and the front of the main desk were actually a white sheet that he'd taken a long, long time to cut. Having no real access to the "spiderwebs" he'd bought during the season a year previous, he figured this was good enough. He would have set up a few eternity-lasting flames suspended randomly, but he wasn't sure Sascha would like that.

He wasn't even sure if Sascha would like this, but, as far as he could tell, it wasn't doing anyone any harm. The giddy djinn loved Halloween. Especially when he spent it with creatures of the non-human variety. The irony was a big warm fuzzy amusing blanket to him. He hummed "Monster Mash" while he worked, only pausing to actually verbalize 'THEMONSTERMASH!' in a high pitched alto when it came up in the tune.

Who: Radu, Idehr, & later Adrienne
When: Late Afternoon onward.
Where: The path towards the forest cottages, then Radu's Cottage
What: Two werewolves and an orc walk into a bar cottage... AKA Birthday Bash
Note: Italicized dialogue = Romanian.

Now that the introductions were all said and done and they returned from getting supplies for Radu's birthday party, as well as the cake Idehr baked for the occasion, he wondered if he should ask what was new with Radu because it had been a while since they last spoke. Who knew, there were probably a multitude of changes in both of their lives that may not have been so obvious at first until spoken aloud. He carefully held the bag of supplies and the cake platter as they walked along the forest path, hesitating for a couple of moments before looking at his acquaintence. "How've you been? Doing anything fun?" he asked. He'd have to tell him all about Maddy and Aveira, once he heard all Radu had to say.

He wondered if he could invite Radu to dinner one evening like he had with Lee, and as Raduwas able to eat what Idehr cooked, it might make for a pleasant evening. He stored that in the back of his mind for now and withdrew a small carving of a sword out of his pocket. It was meant to be a birthday present, but he had no idea if it was appropriate or appreciated. "You can start a collection," he joked. "I'm also starting to work with metal too." He looked forward to what he was able to make with it. Elysium needed some culture, a couple of artists here and there, and while he didn't claim to be particularly good, sculpting here and there might be interesting. "Maybe you and I can create an art gallery." He didn't know if Radu was an artist, but either way it was a light jest.

"Some things that are good, and some that are not," Radu responded with a nod. It wasn't an entirely automatic response, as he still wasn't used to small talk. Not really. That was one of the reasons that he and others in his family were at times perceived as haughty. Still, he wasn't sure yet whether he wanted to tell the orc about his encounters with Zach, Adrienne's boyfriend. In fact, he had yet to explain Adrienne herself. He was considering how much to reveal when he was presented with a gift.

The werewolf stopped to get a better look at the small wooden sword, and was rather impressed with it's workmanship. "Thank you, Idehr," he said, and accepted the carving, placing it in the inner pocket of his jacket. "There must be no silver," he cautioned with a raised index finger and a wry grin. Although he'd had enough of that particular metal, as evidenced by the scar on his eyebrow, he trusted Idehr enough to know the warning wasn't necessary. He wasn't sure what he could provide. He wasn't as artistic as his mother had been. The thought brought a certain solemnity to the lycanthrope.

( He leaned against a nearby tree, blissfully unaware of any arboreal complaints, and regarded Idehr thoughtfully. )

Who: Emily and Sascha
When: Irei and Sascha's water bungalow
When: early morning
What: Emily finds herself in an embarrassing situation, discovers Sascha.... yeah.

( One ticket to Embarrassment City, please. )

Who: Yolanda and Heather
When: noonish
Where: western shore of the freshwater lake
What: Heather's out catching some rays when she catches the eyes of a new friend.

It was a truly magnificent day to be outside. In the morning, Heather had taken one of her longest runs ever, and when she came back, her shower was probably the shortest. It was just too beautiful to waste the day cooped up inside. She needed to be out basking in the sun, soaking up all she could before winter arrived. Heather still didn't know what winter would be like here, but if it included snow and the cold that came with the white stuff, then she'd need to do her beach basking now.

She ran a few errands in town, getting groceries and the like, before throwing on her bikini and heading down to the beach close to her bungalow. She might just wait until the sun had actually set before taking her run tonight, the sun needed to be worshiped in lounging style until then.

It wasn't hot, which was regrettable. She would have loved to really bake in the sand, but it wasn't windy, so the 70ish temperatures allowed her to bask without being cold. Her beach blanket was huge, giving her plenty of room to sprawl out, book beside her along with some drinks. iTunes would have made the experience even better... God she missed Bob Marley... but the whole lack of electronic music was starting to become normal now. She'd need to start looking for talented musicians among the haven, see if any of them could start up a tribute band to play the songs she liked!

When the sun was at its highest point, she put her book down and stretched out on her stomach. Adjusting the blanket and the sand beneath it, she created a slight pillow under her cheek, then untied the string of her top and let her back get the full benefits of the rays above. It was heaven, absolutely perfect... so long as her idiot brother didn't come pester her, which was a definite possibility. The ass loved to tease Heather, and with her being so close to their shared home, she could absolutely picture him coming out to find her napping in the sand, and write something obscene on her back in sunblock. Either that, or he'd just wake her up by kicking sand all over her. Oh well, hopefully she'd just be able to relax there and enjoy some peace and quiet.

But soon, the soft sound of feet squishing through the sand could be heard behind her. The wind was blowing the wrong way, so she couldn't pick up the scent of who had stopped near her, but they had stopped, so she immediately assumed it was Heath, "So help me, if you kick sand on me, Heath, I'll bury you in it!" she threatened, not moving from her comfie spot.

Friday: October 5, 2007

• Sunrise: 6:35 AM.
• Sunset: 6:14 PM.

Notable Events:

• Simon Myles was found dead at the Wine Bar yesterday morning. An autopsy was performed by the medical examiner. The findings were discussed with Dylan. The information has been kept secret from the public. This is NOT public knowledge. Players, keep your eyes open for potentially suspicious behavior by some of the characters; however, at this point, everyone is a suspect!


• A letter was dispatched to Hayate Ishikawa regarding an attack on Faye and Kaiya. Be on the lookout for more threads concerning this event!


• An Elven messenger arrived the day before yesterday informing the council of ships that would be arriving soon. Announcements have been posted all over Elysium stating this fact, so the news would have spread amongst the citizens.


• OOC NOTE #1: Again, we want to encourage everyone to read all of the current threads in game! Important things are happening, and there are some interesting scenes going on!


• OOC NOTE #2: Rana and I have decided to put up a Wanted Characters Page. Please refer to this post if you'd like to put in a request.

Weather Report:
The first week of October was one of the most beautiful in Elysium history. Today's temperatures will reach a high of 73°. Skies are clear for the earlier part of the day. Clouds will start to roll in around 2 PM due to South-easterly winds, only to roll out by 5:30 PM. The night sky will be clear, and the low will be around 60°.

Who: Mitsuko and Kazuki
When: Afternoon
Where: Kazuki's Shop
What: Ordering a uniform and (hopefully) meeting a new friend


It had been a very impulsive thing. Several days ago, Mitsuko had gone to the cafe for some coffee. While she was there, instead of placing her order, she had asked the waiter if she could get a job there.

While Mitsuko had always thought of her "career" as thief, she had various employments in the seven years she'd been on her own. Waitress was a very common one for her. It was a job that didn't change much whether she went, she got to meet lots of people and it kept her busy.

Now that she was in Elysium and had basically given up her thievery, she was finding it hard to keep herself busy. In the old days, she would have just moved onto the next place, to the next adventure. But now that she was in Elysium, she needed to find contentment here.

She hadn't yet started work at the cafe. She was still doing training, however given her experience, it wouldn't take long for her to officially have a job.

Amongst the various waitressing jobs she had, one of her favorites had been at the Maid's Cafe in Akihabara. It was a convenient way for her to conceal her Kitsune identity, as most believed her ears and tail to be her appealing to those who liked KItsunemimi... With the tips she'd gotten, it'd worked well. Mitsuko always liked attention and the cute maid's uniform she had worn certain got attention. So she'd made the suggestion to her new boss that she don a similar costume when working in Helicharis. It had gone over well and that was why she was at the tailor's shop. She needed to get her uniform made so she could start work.

She went into the small shop and looked around for the owner. "Hello?" She called out. She pushed a lock of hair over her ear. She hadn't yet been in the tailor's. She'd been a bit hesitant about it, with her fetish for designer labels. But now that those designers were out of business, she would have to get her clothes locally. She just hoped she liked whoever worked here.

Who: General Narrative
When: Afternoon
Where: Town Hall
What: Dispatching an important letter to Hayate Ishikawa.

Reported crimes, regardless of their nature, were not overlooked by the governing body of Elysium. According to a citizen by the name of Faye Capricia, she and her roommate Kaiya Sato were attacked by another citizen two days ago. His name was Hayate Ishikawa, former boyfriend of Kaiya Sato. Faye's statement said that Hayate first attacked Faye with a knife, threatening to kill her. Next, he hit Kaiya when the other fae tried to intervene in order to stop him. Finally, Faye claimed he broke her arm in the end and ran off.

Those hearing her statement were somewhat skeptical at first given Faye's complete lack of injury, which she said she immediately had fixed by a healer. They asked for the name of the healer and told her the person would have to appear to give a statement on Faye's behalf. Faye said that would not be a problem, and they could not ignore her charges. Hayate had to be called in for questioning on the matter. A letter was written for the citizen upon parchment with neatly scribbled handwriting. Once it was finished, it was immediately dispatched to his cottage by a Guard of Elysium.

( THE LETTER DISPATCHED: Hayate Ishikawa. )

Who: Dione Castel & Zosimus
Where: Starts at the Water Bungalows and goes directly west to the road.
When: After Dark
What: Dione has what can only be described as a psychotic break.

Things had started as they often did with Dexter expressing his displeasure with their current situation. You shouldn't have gone without me. You know how dangerous it is here. He was yelling at her and she had sat there in the chair, her cane caught between slowly wringing hands and listened to him. His tirade went on for long minutes, climbing into the better part of an hour, and finally she responded.

"You cannot expect me to stay here with you all the time," most didn't think that Dione could raise her voice, but she did, it was almost a scream. "You can't." The outbursts had been getting worse as time went on. Now she screamed at him, starting from her seat to stand and if she could have hit him, she would have. The tether on her temper had worn itself almost completely through with his constant need to take care of her.

Dione, he screamed her name, face to face with her, so hard that her ears popped. You're defenseless here. I'm just trying to look out for you. He wasn't even trying to modulate his voice; after all, who would hear him?

( What makes you think you can look out for me? )

*italics*=French

Who: Irei and Aveira
When: later afternoon
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: Wandering and finding a place a little closer than the tavern in Helicharis to get a drink


Why was it always so far to get to the wine bar? Maybe if Sascha and he had decided to live closer to town he wouldn't be having his current problem. He made his way north of his bungalow with his hands in his pockets. He really needed a drink, but the wine tavern was a pretty far distance. Irei just didn't want to walk all the way into town, only to be told to leave at 9:30pm to make it home in time for the curfew. He was so used to being able to stay at bars until about 2am.

Irei kicked at the sand as he continued his slow trek. He wondered if that Tiki bar place where Zane and Amada's wedding reception had taken place was open. It probably was. Would it sell liquor or just fruity drinks? What the hell. He recalled hearing that the place belonged to that guy Loki, Mitsuko's boyfriend. Irei smiled to himself. That man seemed like he was amusing to say the least, and he could always ask for something mostly vodka like a lemon drop or even a beer if there wasn't anything else he liked.

The place was rather impressive for a structure made out of bamboo and umbrellas of dried palm leaves. The setting reminded Irei of some of the resorts one could find along the beach in Okinawa. Okinawa had been hot though. This place wasn't as cold as New York had been, but Irei still couldn't quite get used to it.

He stepped up to the bar, unwilling to take up a table where others were chatting, laughing, and nibbling on appetizers. He probably should eat something to go along with what he drank. He sat down on a stool and ordered a draft beer to start off with. He didn't particularly like the taste of most beer, but he never fooled himself to believe that taste was the reason why he drank.

The foam in his glass spilled over slightly as the bartender handed it to him. He drank and absently reached up to touched the puncture scars left over from the night at the wine bar with the disguised Hayate. Bad things seemed to happen lately when he got drunk. He smiled softly, shaking his head and wondered if he'd meet any other bloodsuckers here.

Who: Dylan and Lucretia
When: Mid-morning after this.
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: After the coroner's examination, Dylan comes to discuss the matter of Simon's murder.

Everything was beginning to change. As much as Dylan wanted to believe in the good of people, he was obviously mistaken as of late. Dissent existed amongst the citizens. Maybe not in the form of whispers heard, but clearly in the form of actions. Apparently, someone did not believe in the inalienable right to life for all people. All life was supposed to be sacred and precious while taken care of and protected against harm. Within their own haven, people were beginning to turn on others. A mauled faun was one thing; there was no proof it was done by anything other than an animal, but this — this wasn’t done by an animal. It was done by a monster.

His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he walked towards the coroner’s examination room. The medical examiner was in there with Simon’s deceased body, and Dylan was the one meant to speak with her afterward. Dr. Rousseau had in so far during her stay in Elysium been granted a reprieve from her previous life’s work, but the last two weeks had proved themselves to be graciously turning in her favor.

He walked up to the door, turning the handle and opening it to reveal a chilled room illuminated with soft blue-hued lights. There on one of the tables was Simon’s corpse covered only with a white sheet draped over the lower half of his body. The workers of the wine bar were charged with keeping their silence, and the same had been relayed to the medical examiner. Dylan need not explain it again for her as entered the room and closed the door behind himself.

Dylan circled around the table and surveyed the lifeless young man. Only days ago had he had been alive and in their custody. Now, he was no longer breathing. No longer moving. No longer living. Someone was playing a dangerous game with the Head Council. Certainly, not in a direct manner, but a dangerous game with them all the same. They were forces to be reckoned with as the circumstances diverged from their greatest hopes and surpassed their greatest fears.

He halted in place, folding his hands in front of himself as he continued to gaze at the body. It was so hard to accept another death. Not because death was meant to be avoided, but because Dylan hoped it never would have come to this — to murder. Even as Dylan heard new footsteps, his eyes remained at the young man on the table. His silence in and of itself held a profound weight.

“Dr. Rousseau,” Dylan said, eyes fixed on Simon’s pale corpse. Finally, he lifted them in Rousseau’s direction. “I trust you have the answers we need.”

Who: Lucinda and Sascha
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Library
What: Lucinda wants to play

"Oh for Gods sakes. Just because it says library doesn't mean we all have to be quiet." When no one responded to her rude entrance, she decided she was bored with just standing there. The medium thought she would have gained some attention by the loud closing of the door. Did she need some help finding a book? Heavens no. She didn't need a pretty little hand guiding her to a selection of her choice. She'd find it all by her lonesome.

Lucinda left her son to sleep and a smile crossed her face when she thought about him worrying about where she was. He knew she'd be back. But when? What was his mother up to now? Well, really all she was doing was walking down an aisle of books that bored her just by looking at them. She let out a sigh and dug into her pocket to light up a cigarette. Paperback books and the flame of a cancer stick probably didn't mix. But she didn't see a no smoking sign. Poor, poor books if she sparked up a flame.

When she saw a book sticking out slightly from the rest of the books, she made an innocent face. It was like one of a child and she slid her fingers across the brim of the book before she brought it to the ground, its crash echoing. Lucinda made sure to hide into the next isle and did the same to another book. She continued to do her new antic and with the way she was hiding, it appeared like she was a ghost knocking books over for the hell of it.

Who: Nathaniel Wyatt and his friends John and William.
Where: university in South Carolina
When: November 14, 1992. Nathaniel is 19.
What: Nate and his friends go out to a student club.

( ''We're going to the dance. No excuses.'' )

Who: Vaughn and Ath Dara (sorry for the wait dear! <33)
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Marketplace
What: Looking around for his mother and meeting someone new

Vaughn was often up at dusk or the hours shortly after because his mother would be mucking around in the kitchen, an 'innocent' way to wake him up. So when the normal hours of morning swept on by and he was able to get an actual good nights sleep, strangely enough he was worried. He would be glad if she was still sleeping. But he discovered she wasn't anywhere in the house.

He quickly dressed, convincing himself she probably was overdramatically sprawled outside the yard or something smoking a cigarette. But so far every guess he could think of was incorrect. "Scavenger hunting for a mother?" He breathed out. He was somewhat amused but if his mother was around to hear his amusement, she wouldn't at all be. "What a way to start the morning."

The medium walked the main road and into the marketplace, so far with no luck in finding his mother. He felt like some parent trying to find a lost child and actually it wasn't a long shot from it. He lit up most likely his fifteenth cigarette and trucked along. Vaughn then thought he was somewhat of a moron for not thinking of the Bakery, her place of 'work' as she would call it. But she wasn't there either.

Upon turning around, he nearly ran into someone. He threw up a hand of apology though he didn't actually give one. He was so frustrated that the tone in his voice would probably make him seem like he had an obligation to apologize and that he didn't actually mean it.

[[OOC: Caution. I am not a child, but I tried.]]

( Letter left to Irei and Sascha pinned to their door with half of an arrow. )