New Orleans, 2:37 pm.

In one of the clearings outside the bayou..

So basically, you're friends with everyone you're with right now. You all decided to go outside the bayou to just relax for a while, but, as always, there were always shenanigans bound to happen.

Alastor: Walking up to Thomas who was reading a newspaper on the bench, axe behind his back as he quickly tilts back the newspaper. "Hey pal, hey friend, hey bu- AcK—"

Thomas: Slaps him in the face out of pure instinct and fear with the newspaper. "GO AWAYYY-"

Cindy: "Alastor, stop trying to kill Thomas.." She said in her southern accent voice while trying to film a flock of birds, which kept flying away due to the boys (Thomas and Alastor) screaming.

Sydney: Counting every fucking blade of grass within a 2 feet radius of her.

Jackie: Looking at Alastor who was on the ground. "...Why do you have a damn axe?"

Steven: Ignoring them while drinking tea with Brian at the foldup table nearby.

Brian: Keeping a close eye on Alastor.

Timothy: Drinking tea quietly while watching the 'chaos'.