halcyon_houses

Who: Ita and Fisher
What: Home baked happiness
Where: Fisher's room
When: Evening
Why: Because Ita is as sweet as gooseberry pie

Saturday had been blissfully inactive. Fisher spent the day hiding in his room, reading a few good books and enjoying the quiet. His shirt was hanging on the back of his desk chair, since sometime around lunch it had gotten too hot to handle. His kilt, however, was cool enough to keep on. Currently he was surfing the web, reading a few online comics and checking out what was going on in the world, according to Yahoo.com.

His stomach gurgled hungrily. It was almost five, which meant (according to his internal clock) it was almost time to eat. After six months of having a set eating schedule, it was hard to just let your body decide for itself when a good time for food was. Fisher rubbed his tummy a little, hoping this might fool it into thinking it was eating already. To be honest, he was feeling too damn lazy to get up and get some food. Maybe he'd go out to town tonight and try out that Italian bistro. But then he might run into James again, and... He shook his head. No, maybe he'd order a pizza and eat in his room instead.

His bedroom was pretty damn nice, considering. The old man who'd put him at Halcyon had provided him with a considerable bank account, and since Fisher didn't really need to buy food or clothing he'd decided to spruce up the basic room he'd been given. Of course, since he lived alone he was required to call St. Joseph Rehabilitation Center once a day to confirm that he was clean, sober and most importantly, alive. It had been in the fine print of the agreement with the old man, but as Fisher didn't plan to die anytime soon he felt it was fair enough.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, causing Fisher to snap to attention. He wasn't expecting anyone. Brushing his hair out of his eyes (but not bothering to put a damn shirt on), he went over and opened it. He hadn't been expecting company, and who he saw truly surprised him.

Who: Ita and Jillian
What: A family reunion causes nightmares
When: After midnight, Monday morning
Where: Jillian's room

Fire. It was everywhere. Ita was choking on the smoke and hard as she tried, the water she pulled from the air wouldn't put it out. And the supply of water was quickly evaporating. Calling out for her parents, she made her way down the stairs. She saw them, facing two women whose features were obscured. Her father turned to say something to her, and Ita watched in horror as he went up in flames. Her mother turned to flee, to draw the women away, and Ita screamed.

She was still screaming when she woke up, soaked, in her own bed. For a while she just sat in her sopping wet jammies and bedsheets, hugging her knees to her chest and crying. Finally, she collected herself enough to change into dry clothes and towel off her hair. She couldn't stay alone in her room. It was too scary.

Shaking slightly, she made her way down the halls to the Jillian's room. Knocking lightly, she waited anxiously. She didn't want to ruin her friend's sleep, but she needed to be near someone right now. When the door finally opened, the blond asked pathetically, "Can I sleep in your room tonight? Please?" Tears were still welled up in her eyes, her hands were shaking slightly, and her hair was still damp. She looked as pathetic as she sounded.

Who: Jillian and Ita
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Jillian's Room
What: Girl time!

It was time to see Ita. Jillian had been so busy with classes and boys that she'd barely been able to catch up with Ita, and girl time was a necessary part of her week that she didn't want to skip this time around. She had a lot to talk to Ita about, particularly boys. Particularly one boy. Maybe she shouldn't get her hopes up quite yet, but they'd had a good date. A very good date. She also wanted to ask Ita about her date with Kin and see how that had went. Jillian had missed Ita terribly.

She cleaned up her own room and got it ready to have Ita over. She didn't really have much in the way of entertainment, just a radio and some CDs. She didn't watch television, so she didn't have one, which sucked a little since they couldn't watch movies, but she figured that it was only fair that she hosted. Ita had done it the last few times, after all.

She'd left a message for Ita to come over at around seven. She had tea and cookies ready for her friend, and she was lounging on her bed in her pajamas when the knock at the door came. Bounding up, she moved over to the door and opened it, grinning widely as she moved to hug her friend. She'd changed a bit in the month that she'd been there. Hugging came a little bit more naturally to her, especially since she knew that Ita would return the hug freely.

Who: Jillian and Ita
Where: Ita's Room
When: Thursday, After Class


Once her last class was finished, Jillian headed over to House Aquatic. The day hadn't really done anything to alleviate her mood, and she'd skipped Supernatural History because she was certain that if she saw a certain werecreature she'd throw something. Jillian hurt everywhere. She had bruises in places she didn't know could bruise. Her arms were covered in scrapes from her jog through the forest and her side and hip were mottled with bruises from the subsequent tackle and fall.

She didn't know what she'd done to piss Caibre off, but she was certain it was really more of a situation of wrong place, wrong time. The full moon was close, so she didn't really know if all the weres in this place went nuts or if he was just a special case. Jillian had been warned that there would be some people here who didn't much care for humans, but she hadn't been warned that some people here would chase them and pitch them off of cliffs for fun.

Not that she'd expect anyone to warn her about that. Instead, she'd ended up bruised and with a cold from her underwater adventure, so she was going to visit Ita to see if her friend could help her. She'd have to write this incident off and hopefully it wouldn't happen again. She'd just avoid the woods this close to a full moon next time. Raising her hand, she knocked on Ita's door and then waited, resting her forehead against the cool wood.

C'mon, Ita, open up. She wanted chicken soup, and mostly she just wanted to vent. She was angry, but she was alive. A little scared, more than a little pissed off, but alive. She wondered if she should really be thankful, or if Caibre was all talk. She didn't particularly want to find out though.

Who:  Xander and Ita
What:  Surfing lessons postponed
When:  Morning
Where:  Meeting in front of the school and then Ita's room

Ita stared glumly at the rain.  Normally, she loved rain.  It made sense considering her relation to water.  But today she had plans, and the rain definitely would interfere.  While she had no problem surfing in the rain, it would probably cause a problem for her drying off when she'd fought the pull of the water for long enough.  Plus, most other people didn't like the rain, and the ocean was sure to be rougher and more dangerous with a storm.  Sighing, she leaned against the cool stone wall of the building and continued to stare out of the windows at the rain, very obviously pouting.

She hoped Xander would still want to hang out.  She did want to learn to surf, certainly, but she had wanted to spend some time with the Incubus.  She had definitely enjoyed the last time, and she hadn't really been able to spend time with anyone in that way since she'd gotten here, other than with him, of course.  Not that she just threw herself at any guy walking by, but she did enjoy the chance to fool around with a guy now and then.  And dating - it was always nice to go out with someone you were interested in, even if it was just for fun.

Sighing again, she cast a glance at the picnic basket she'd prepared.  Wine again, and salami and mozzerella pasties, with baklava for dessert.  It was rather light, so she'd also packed some grapes and plums.  Fruit was nature's candy, as far as she was concerned, and she ate it as often as she ate junk food.  Good thing, too - she might not have been so cute if she only ate junk food.

Hearing footsteps approach, she waited until they were close enough, and still looking out the window, she stated the obvious, "It's raining."  She sounded rather pathetic, but she was feeling rather pathetic.  It was rare that she disliked rain, but right now, she really did.

Who:  Ita and Jillian
What:  Boy talk and ice cream - couldn't get more girly than that
Where:  Ita's room
When:  After classes and dinner

Ita was more than a little excited about ice cream with Jillian tonight.  She and Jillian had really hit it off, and she was glad she had made such a good friend so soon.  It would have been very lonely for her if she hadn't made a good friend this quickly - she was used to being so busy socially that she had zero time for much of anything else.  And while she had kept herself quite busy socially, they were fleeting introductory meetings for the most part - totally different from the friendship she had struck up with Jillian.

During her mid-day beak, she had baked some brownies - just the Betty Crocker box kind since she didn't really have time for genuine homemade - and had even dusted some chopped walnuts with sugar and cinnamon for sundae toppings.  Everything else she'd bought and was waiting in her room.  She'd even managed a blender in case they decided on frappes or milkshakes (depending on your home region).  There were bananas for banana splits; toppings like strawberry sauce, chocolate sauce, marshmallow fluff, and caramel; rainbow and chocolate sprinkles, crushed cookies, and M&M's; whipped cream and cool whip.  Really, there was enough for an entire ice cream social.  Not that Ita hadn't seen teenage girls capable of demolishing the entire stock in a single night.  She just figured it was unlikely.

After classes and dinner, she stopped by the kitchen and picked up the last few things - the cartons of ice cream she'd bought.  Tri-flavor (vanilla, strawberry, chocolate), cookie dough, and mint chip.  She figured that Jillian had to like at least one of them.  Personally, she preferred the vanilla as a clean palate to start from - once she started adding toppings it would be incredible.  She hurried back to her room and stuck them in the fridge until Jillian arrived, which should be any minute.  Her mini fridge had a less than awesome mini-freezer, and it would work until Jillian got there.  Then she changed into a cute short and tank pj set (Playboy bunny all the way), and set the TV to a music station.  This would be fun!  Like a sleepover, but not quite.

Every time she heard someone walk by, she would bounce up from the bed, and make her way to the door, only to be disappointed when they walked by.  Finally, someone actually stopped at the door, and before they could even knock, she opened the door.  "I'm so excited!  Everything's already, but we should hurry or the ice cream will melt."  With that, she reached out to grab the other woman's arm, with the intention of pulling her inside.

Who:  Jillian and Ita
What:  Movies and popcorn
When:  After dinner
Where:  Ita's room

Ita was excited.  The weekend had gone pretty well.  She had cooked dinner for Easton, a cute guy with a British accent, and had made plans with several people online.  Her classes were certainly interesting.  They made her feel closer to her parents, since her parents had always taught her how to use her natural abilities.  She missed her parents a great deal, even if she didn't let on that she did.  And she missed that part of her life, even if she enjoyed being around humans.  It was good to be around other supernaturals again.

Tonight, she was having a movie night with one of the people she'd met online, a newbie like her.  She'd had every intention of doing her homework after her last class, before dinner, and then until Jillian showed up.  However, she'd found a multitude of other things that had to be done right that second, before her guest showed.  Things like, organizing a playlist for the evening, arranging the stuffed animals on her spare bed, sweeping the floor, dusting, etc.  And then there were the food preparations...  She didn't know if Jillian drank, so she made up some virgin daquiri mix, and got out her popcorn popper, and the various flavored powders she had for toppings.  Everything was all set up and Ita decided she was much too excited to focus on homework.  So she put on her playlist and lay down on her bed to read the romance novel she'd picked up.

Even though she was distracted by reading, Ita kept her ears perked for the arrival of her guest.  Soon as she heard the knock, she jumped off her bed and opened the door.  "Hey, Jillian!" she began.  "I'm wicked excited about tonight.  I bought a season of I Love Lucy, since you said you liked old comedies, and then I have my usual collection, too, if you want to see something new.  And, I dunno if you drink, so I made virgin mixers, and I have the popcorn ready to go - just gotta pick a flavor.  I've got spicy, cheesy, garlic, and just plain butter.  What would you like?"  Ita finally took a breath.  The whole time she'd rambled, she'd led the poor girl over to the spare bed to have a seat, and then she'd taken out the various things she'd mentioned.  Ita's whirlwind excitement could be daunting to those who didn't know her well.