[Jenny clicks her phone on to make an announcement. The sound of her smiling obvious as she speaks, though to anyone who really knows her, there's a sad down behind the smile.]

Well, hello everyone. For those of you who don't know, I'm Jenny, the Doctor's daughter. Of course that's a long story, but moving on. I'm here to inform everyone that the Doctor's and Rose have all departed this place. Probably on another adventure by now, but seeing I'm still here, I've decided to step in and start running Torchwood in their stead as well as all business beneath it's name. So those of you who work for Torchwood, I suppose work for me now. I hope to work with all of you to keep it all running into the future.

Now, it's come to my attention that it's the month for Halloween and I have a Haunted House to run. Yes, I know it's open all year round, but I hope everyone will look forward to many Haunted events coming soon. We'll also be having some special seasonal menu items available for all of our patrons so stop by while you can because we'll only have them available for a limited time.

I look forward to all of you stopping by to enjoy the spirit of halloween. See you all around!

[With that, the transmission cuts off.]

WHO: Kieran and YOU
WHAT: Coffee shop confusion, Nighttime Nova Nightmares, Park pranks, & more!
WHEN: All August long
WHY: Kieran needs to meet more people

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 I must confess, the new additions to my household have been rather pleasant over this last month.

[ His device pans out over his living room where two female Sneasels are napping on his couch. One of them is particularly... pink. Also napping on his couch happened to be his Blaziken who was snoring away in the quiet afternoon. Nikola tilts his camera back towards himself and its apparent that he has a Misdreavus that's vying for his attention against the shiny Eevee snuggled away in his lap. ]

However, I seem to notice an interesting and rather entertaining theme with the ones I've caught. Namely, the majority being ghost types and a few dark or flying types if the literature on the Pokemon gracing our shores is any indication. I supposed if I went looking in places other than Everglade, I may gather more of a variety.

[He finally relents to reach up and gently pet his Misdreavus. Who seems to be rather pleased as she nuzzles into his hand.]

But, I dare say I find myself pleasantly content with what I have. What about everyone else? Has everyone else been having as much luck as I in finding companions among these strange creatures?

 So. I've come to the conclusion that a good barbecue makes everything seem better.

[Considering Li was currently sitting in a restaurant with a plate of messy pulled pork sitting in front of her and stabbing it with a fork? As far as she was concerned, her observation was right.]

Also, I fucking hate this time of year.

[She viciously stabs the meat in front of her before popping a chunk in her mouth and chewing.The usually angry kelpie seems to be a little more vicious than usual just by going off how she's treating her meal. After several moments of repeating this vicious attack on her food, she glances to her device and contemplates something...]

There's still a lot of questions I need to answer but, fucking hell urges are strong. So, I'd suggest any male wandering into the forests in Fayren to be careful. Either, I might accidentally kill you or well...

[She ducks her head and mutters under her breath in Gaelic for a few moments before stabbing her food violently.]

You know what, just forget I said anything. I'm just gonna enjoy my meal and then hole myself up in my cave and tell the world to fuck off. 

Who: Li  li_amaranth  and whoever decides to cross her path?
What: Nightmares
When: During nightmare event
Where: Fayren ( forests)
Warnings: Potential violence and a very freaked out kelpie? 



A. The fears of one Mare
That day had been going well for her. Li had been swimming, done some hunting and generally enjoyed being in the sun. Since her curse was lifted, Li's life has been... peaceful. 

However, once night fell, Li started hearing something just on the edge of her hearing. Something strange and.. very terrifyingly familiar. She tensed up, shifting back into her equine form just in time to see a hooded figure approaching her with a book in hand and a long braid of reddish brown hair trailing from beneath the hood. The figure was chanting and raising its hand towards Li as she backed up and let out a loud terrified bellowing neigh before rearing up.

The vibrations from her hooves hitting the ground could probably be felt from several yards. It felt as if an entire herd of horses may have reared up and hit down at the same time as her angry terrified cries scared birds from the trees...


B. The race to get away from the Nightmares
Sometime later,  a black mare was tearing through the woods at a pace that might make anyone wonder what was wrong as she wove in and out of the trees as if the very hounds of hell were after her...

At some point she stumbles and ends up ramming her shoulder into a tree, forcing her out of her equine form and into her human one from the pure shock of the hit. Lithium slides down the side of the tree to brace her back against it, just curling up into a ball among the trees roots, quivering as she tries to make herself as small as possible, her breath ragged as she just...tries to comprehend what the hell is going on.

(Daenerys is now a regular sight on a certain school campus, though, despite her youth, she is not a student. Say hello to your new Diplomacy and Dragons professor. Her experience really shouldn't go to waste, should it?)

Those who wish to take my class will need to be prepared to see real dragons. I don't believe in relying solely on textbooks when this world has a healthy population. However if I hear of anyone harming them or hunting them, I promise you will answer for it.

(After a small pause, she adds, smiling thinly:)

...with your life if need be. Are we understood?

 As the new Guardian of Everglade, allow me to congratulate the other winners. Now then, I will require deputies. First, I'm sure Sakuya would be happy to come work for me since Dante so kindly let her come work for me, and second, I plan on hiring more deputies.

As such, I will be holding interviews for the position, or positions, should anyone else be interested. Ability to make good tea is very welcome, encouraged, even, but not necessary.

Now, do keep in mind that I shall be speaking with our Mayor regarding the Bounty Licence scheme I plan on enacting, among other things. Like undead rights, for instance.

One last thing: Salary is negotiable, within reason.

Now then, on with 2019. Let us make this year a good one.

[Genessia]
It’s probably not at all surprising to see someone new stumble out of the Bay, given the influx of newcomers in recent weeks. The cape is a little worse for wear, just as the scales of the sleek leather armor below are covered in mud, and blood, and deep, angry marks from what surely must have been a blade.

He’s alone, and the pack of wolves he had been running with hadn’t woken up with him in that strange pod.

Sore and doing his best to hide his weary stumbling, despite the strange healing, Kieran makes his way further into the city, looking for a seat at the very least, or someone to explain what the hell is going on.

[VIDEO/Commons]
A man appears onscreen, freshly showered and in a simple dark blue shirt, the lone two buttons near the top unbuttoned at his throat and a towel still atop his head where he tiredly shakes away the remaining water.

“I appreciate the hospitality and the lodging, but the other cities…Can someone tell me of them? I’ve been told the other areas might be more similar to my Court, and I’d like to start looking for my own accommodations, if I’m to be here as long as they’ve suggested.” He shrugs, looking more at the divice he’s speaking to than the actual camera itself. What a strange little caster… “The illusion was informative, but I’d like to hear from those who live in the areas themselves.” He smiles courteously, though the look in his eyes says its a controlled, practiced motion. “Alternatively, if anyone knows of a particularly good tavern or of an area in which to hunt, I would also be grateful.”

[Everglade/Fayren]
Much later in the afternoon, hedging toward dusk, one might spot a rather large wolf prowling the area, tending to its own business, but keen eyed and curious nonetheless. Something about it seems… off. It’s too graceful, too focused on things that couldn’t possibly be prey… and by the way the silver in its eyes seems to swirl and disappear into dark inky shadow as its attention shifts, it certainly can’t just be an animal.