Dalton Academy for Boys - a Glee RPG

Who: Phil & his knight in shining armor
Where: Alum Creek State Park (Galena, OH; about half an hour away by car)
What: The boys go fishing.
When: Monday, April 16th, 4AM
Rating: SFW

Part of the fun about this trip up north to Galena had been convincing Henry to do something "bad" for a change. Bad, in this context, meant skipping school to go fishing. There had been a lot of 'Boy, you are crazy' looks to endure because for what he lacked in speech, Henry sure knew how to sass. It was all in the eyebrows. If Phil didn't know better, he'd say that his pal had learned from him.

"Relax. I left Austin a voicemail. If anyone asks, he's got us covered. Probably." Or the psych teacher would have a good chuckle, delete the message, and promptly pretend that he had no idea where his students had run off to. Oh well. Phil was prepared to face the consequences. There was nothing Mr. Bennett could throw at them that he couldn't handle. Seriously.

Phil slipped out of his truck and went to grab a parking permit. After he tucked the slip of paper behind the windshield, he gestured for Henry to follow him to the trunk. Piled in back was a ton of his father's old gear. "Pick your poison."

Who: Henry and Sasha
What: Introduction
Where: Common Area
When: After Classes
Rating: SFW

Henry walked into the common area. His classes for the day were over and done with and he was more than a little relieved. It was only Monday but he felt as if the week would never end. It was just one of those days, and he didn't feel like working the stress off. Maybe it was just because school was ending and he'd been far from home for much too long. He sighed as he sat down at a nearby chair, he didn't feel like walking all the way up to his room today, and besides, he didn't want to bother Joel. He knew his roommate liked his space.

Who: Cas & Ellie & Knight (OPEN)
Where: Dalton Hall
What: That boy never goes anywhere without his five-subject notebook.
When: Thursday, April 7th, right after classes
Rating: SFW

Cas rested his chin upon the palm of his hand. If anyone were to ask what he was up to, he would've answered 'minding my own business'. However, eavesdropping on fellow students was hardly keeping to oneself. Yet his interest was piqued and he didn't think to look away from his latest object of observation. Cas grabbed his pencil from between his teeth and jotted down a few notes. Someone was bound to catch him staring.