Halcyon Halls

Who: Rafe and Caylem
When: Wednesday night
Where: outside Zephyr House
What: Rafe is in scary stalker mode

Two classes? What the hell kind of schedule was that? Rafe wondered. He'd spent the past couple of days checking around, finding out as much about Caylem's whereabouts at any given time as he could. The guy wasn't in any clubs, at least not yet, and he had his classes early. Not a good scenario if Rafe wanted to try to find him during the school day. He had an advantage on the vampire in that he could go outside then, of course.

So that was out. Rafe actually thought that he'd prefer that it be night, anyway. He'd pondered sneaking into Zephyr, but then he'd discarded the idea. That was Cay's turf, so to speak. He'd asked around, trying to be casual about it, and discovered that the demon often left the school premises at dusk and went somewhere-- the person who'd told him that didn't know where, just that the guy left. Maybe he had a job of some sort. Rafe didn't know, didn't care, but merely wanted the opportunity for some face-to-face time with him.

Was it a smart idea? No, probably not, but then Rafe was not guided by intellect when it came to matters like this. Unreasoning anger, jealousy, resentment... those were his guides. Considering everything, he'd done a reasonable job reining himself in. What he'd wanted to do was go and find Caylem right away once he and Taylor had gotten back to the school Sunday night. He hadn't, because he knew he was too irrational, and Tay was miffed at him anyway, he thought. So he'd waited.

Rafe was impetuous, but he could bide his time when he had to.

So it was that he waited outside Zephyr House as soon as dusk had fallen and it was safe for him to go out. Arms crossed, he leaned against a lamppost a little ways from the entrance that led outside. Just waiting and watching, and he had no idea what he was going to do or say. He just knew that he had to do this. In his mind it felt like protecting Tay, and that was something he planned to do for the rest of eternity.

Who: Everyone who received an invite, and their guest (Check Wes' page, if you're not sure about an invite.)
Where: Gun Smoke Tattoo
When: Thursday Night
What: Shop Warming party, and small gig

There was a goal here. After living in Vegas, having been to so many bitchin' parties, your standards for them rose. The normal, punch, and cookies, with a shit ass dj, lurking in some corner, wouldn't cut it here. Hell no. The goal, was to make this party, just as fucking killer, as any party he'd been to in Vegas. To make those parties jealous even. With the help of his friends, and brothers, it seemed as if that was going to happen. All the elements were in place, now it would be down to those in attendance, to make the most of it. Wes was sure of one thing, he was going to have an amazing time, there would be no stopping that.

The Spooks had been a huge help, in their time on the island. While Wes tended to his classes, they took care of setting up for the party. Doing little things here, and there. Anyone who came into the shop after that Monday, would notice that certain things were off. It was all in preparation. Now, it was ready, everything was good. A bar had been constructed against on the walls. Bottles, upon bottles were either stacked beneath it, or on the packing crate shelves they had built last Monday. Wes had been told that there was more than enough liquor... he was starting to question whether it was enough. Also available at the bar, one would find certain goodies upon request. That was one good thing, about knowing drug dealers. They made excellent party guest. Aside from the bar, another sofa had been added to the sitting area, similar to the one all ready occupying the space, but not nearly as detailed.
( Let the fun begin. )

Who: Frankie (and Flint aka Caylem maybe, otherwise it's a narrative)
When: Saturday evening while the Spring Fling is going on
Where: Kitchens

Frustration... party of one! Yep, that was Frankie in a nutshell. She'd talked to Clove earlier in the evening, and she was missing him more than ever! She understood that he needed to be home with his family, and considering that his family seemed very keen on him dating her, well, she was perfectly happy to have him stay there a bit longer to hear about how great it was that he was dating a kick ass girl like Frankie. Still, she missed him. And it wasn't just the kissing and all that, she missed goofing off with him too. He was so much fun to be around. Who else could she steal bacon from? And who else would argue with her only to tell her what an idiot she was being a second later and convince her that she could put her lips to better use by molesting his mouth? Guh... he had such a great mouth too. It was so sexy when he talked, but it was even hotter when he didn't. DAMMIT!

She whipped the mousse harder, taking out her frustrations on her latest creation. Frankie had spent A LOT of time in the kitchen since Clove left. Being around the heat of the stove was comforting, and working on delicious tasting treats kept her mouth and hands busy. She had been this way for years, and it was probably the reason for Frankie being such a good cook. When she was stressed, she ran to the kitchen. It was actually rare for her to eat many of her creations, she tended to give them away, loving to see and hear the reaction they got from satisfied mouths. However, in the past week, she'd probably tasted one too many of the desserts she'd whipped up. Oops! Good thing she was a ball of energy, or she might have put on some weight. But, flying more lately, and continuing her twice daily runs, ensured she kept off the pounds. So, she could afford a little nibble or two here and there.

In fact, the mousse looked fantastic, so she dipped her index finger into it for a taste. The second the fluffy, smooth chocolate touched her tongue, her eyes closed and she gave a little whimpering moan. "Fuck me... that's good.." she whispered to herself, her hand leaving her mouth and moving to push some stray hair back out of her face. She'd definitely be making this for Clove when he returned.

Who: Caylem and Taylor
Where: Heaven and Hell
When: Monday night
What: Taylor has agreed to show Caylem around Heaven and Hell and introduce him to Vale.

Making his way down the darkened streets in the city just outside of Halcyon, a slight frown could be seen flickering on Caylem's chiseled features. He'd mixed with humans all his life other than his family, and now, he wasn't entirely sure whether his LA-esque dj skills would be as much appreciated here at Halcyon, what with the supernatural community and all that. But even then, that was the lesser factor of the unsettling feeling he was having now. Ever since he'd received that last post from the girl with the journal name "ripplestowaves", the name she'd given him before running off for an appointment rang a bell somewhere in the back of his head.

Taylor... why did that name sound familiar? Why did it give him a vague uneasiness when he read those words on the screen? Was she someone he knew? From where? When?

The cool night air was thick with the peaceful after smell of rain, and the sidewalks were still damp from the entire day of drizzling. Caylem's shoes made tiny splashes in the shallow puddles as he walked through without bothering to avoid them, wetting the corners of his blue gray cargos. Though it'd been rainy, it wasn't too chilly and Caylem donned a simple black hooded tank top. He was slightly earlier than he'd intended to be, so he had got down from the cab nearby and wandered around the city for a bit. As he neared the building with those three flashing red words, he wondered whether Taylor was already inside. He cast the two big burly bouncers a glance before walking past the doors and into a dimly lit room, where there was, to Caylem's surprise, no queue.

"Um, no cover charge?" Caylem caught a nearby attendant and asked.

"Not really how Vale works, no," the girl said to him with a smile before disappearing up the stairs.

Caylem smiled upon hearing that. Vale was already beginning to sound like a cool boss. He fished out his cellphone and texted Taylor a message telling her he'd arrived. At this point, loud booming music could already be heard sounding through the staircase that led upstairs. Caylem could feel the surrounding air almost vibrating, pulsating in tune with the trance-like dance music, which Caylem recognized as a mild version of acid house with a dash of ghettotech.

Who: Open to all
Where: Main Hall
When: Saturday Evening into Night
What: Spring Fling

No one throws parties like the supernatural, or so many like to believe. Call it vanity, but most do have decades, if not centuries, experience to bring to the venture. The Spring Fling at Halcyon is no exception, except in one respect, this dance, far more than any of the other affairs thrown on this campus, most closely resembles a high school prom. Worse, it resembles the high school proms presented in American movies. After at least fifty years however, they are pretty damn close to the actuality, if not the simulation.

Tonight’s theme was a no-brainer. In fact, though the committee had been at work before the announcement of the Friday night auction, that news prompted the decision to give a beach theme to the Spring Fling as well.

Saturday morning the east wing with the exception of the cafeteria was closed off and by Saturday evening all those entering the main hall saw a transformation many might find difficult to believe.


Lights dim to reveal a twinkling array of “stars” in the blue black ceiling. The whole of the hall is covered in sand. To one side is a volleyball net, in the center wall away from the entrance, a stage set up, on which a band in Hawaiin shirts play beach themed music. On this stage the winners of the superlative voting will be announced later in the evening. All about are tiki torches, palm trees, and in the midst of it all, a roaring bon fire. A fine mist earlier has given the sand that slight dampness for the cool feel between your toes, and every there are now as many building castle as there are dancing.

Whichever your preference, kick off your shoes and stay a while.