WHO: Victor Fox and OPEN
WHERE: Blind Mice Way, near Humphrey's Humble, Happy Pie.
WHEN: Afternoon, when respectable people are working.
WHAT: Victor's out for a bit of snooping about. Window shopping on all the pretty virgins he can't afford to 'dine with' at the moment. Far be it for him to draw the wrong sort of attention to himself.

Victor wasn't the most popular of guys, that much was true. There was an air of mystery about him that seemed to be laced with a touch of sinister, or at least that was what some of the overly honest individuals would tell him...before promptly asking him to leave. It made things difficult when trying to do business about the town, but he didn't seem to mind all that much most of the time. After all, he really only wanted one thing out of the fine gentlemen of the village: their virgin daughters.

He had been taking a careful catalog of them since he first moments in the Village, measuring them up and down with the same critical eye of an artist. For instance, he was convince Hannah Owen likely a tender meat, but a touch heavy on the fat. She had a fancy for sweets, and never said no to any dessert her father could think up. On the other hand, Abigale Ables was likely lean, for she was a long, pole of a girl that ate no more than a birds worth of food a day. The list was countless, and each time he passed a new girl, he took terrible pains to remember every visible inch of her.

A man had to know these things, after all.

But for him, he thought, the finest meal the entire city had to offer for Elani, the young serving wench that delivered the food in Humphrey's shop. She was not too heavy on the fat, but not so lean as to be tough. If anything, she was the perfect mixture of both, and a promising choice.

If she ever looked at him. Thus far he had hardly had a chance to speak with her, through some affect of ill luck and well placed blockades; curtsy of Humphrey no doubt. Still, there was always a chance...and so, in his aimless wanderings, he yet again found his feet guiding him toward his most coveted prize.

Who: Giovannuzza and Victor Fox
Where: Handel's Tears
When: Very late evening
Warnings: Gratuitous nudity!

It was probably odd to imagine so, but Albert Magnus was one of the few humans Gia tolerated with good humor. He was a terrible, rotten bastard, perhaps even more so than some others, but he never presented himself as anything more and that was what made him different. Others tried to pretend that they were trustworthy, or generous, or kind, and it was that deception that was the basis of all that she found wrong with mankind in general.

So she served revolting drinks in his disgusting bar to his hideous patrons; it passed the time and both fulfilled and quashed that irritating need for human contact she found herself fighting day in and day out. And when the last of the seedy drunks stumbled out in the wee hours of the morning, she would bid goodnight to that terrible, rotten bastard and leave to make the rest of the day her own.

She circled around the back of the building, weaving through piles of trash and discarded furniture (mostly broken from the all-too-frequent brawls) and down one of the less-traveled alleys. Thinking herself alone in the darkness, she kicked off her shoes and began to shed the remainder of her clothing.

Who: Phillip and anyone in the castle
Where: The Piper's Castle
When: Late in the evening
Warnings: None?

Poor Prince Phillip was looking rather worse for wear. A bit dirty, a bit sweaty, a lot bedraggled. Definitely not princely. He'd been riding for hours since he'd crossed the Piper, trying to find the way home. It shouldn't have been that far, it hadn't been that far when he'd followed the Piper's song.

Magic, again, making things more complicated than they ought to be!

And now he found himself in some godforsaken village filled with all manner of strangers. At least the place had a castle, though there was apparently not a king to appeal to. No, this castle belonged to the Piper!

And now, Phillip was fairly certain he wouldn't even be in here except that the prospect of sleeping outside was hardly appealing. Be that as it may, he found himself wandering the halls of the castle, not quite fitting in amongst the cheerful folks who made their home there. Not when he was dirty and cranky and just about desperate enough to simply make his bed out in the stable with his horse!

If only he could find his way back to the stables first.