The Tiberius J. Swann Detention Facility

Who: Charlie and Wesley
When: Afternoon
Where: Infirmary
What: Wesley fixes what's ailing Charlie
Rated: Slightly NSFW

( I thought I felt a lump the other day... )

Who: Finn (As Rorie) and Riley
What: Finn's gone crazy again
Where: Riley's office
When: Noonish
Warning: Just in case, it's gets kinda crazy near the end with crazy people times.

( Rorie sit down please, and keep yourself dressed. )

Who: Charlie and Riley
When: Night
Where: Their house
What: Conversation and coitus
Rated: NSFW

( I'd say you should put everyone in a box but me cuz I'm never going anywhere. )

Who: Trevor and Dr. Warren
When: Afternoon
Where: Dr. Warren's Office
What: First session

Trevor wasn't entirely sure what the fuck he was doing going to see a shrink, but he had this bad feeling in his gut like he was going to lose his family if he didn't. He and Rez fought all the time and after what he just pulled on him, he wasn't even sure that his uncle could ever forgive him for it.

He paused outside the office, hesitant to knock on the door...he had always thought shrinks were stupid, that people were just weak for needing one. However things change and now he found himself outside of Dr. Warren's office and in need of some sort of help. Trevor knocked and waited patiently.

Who: Sim and Syn
What: Pick pocketing and meetings
Where: Outside in the quad
When: Noonish

( It was very nice to meet you too Mr. Stephen Tyler. )

Who: Riley and Rez
When: Afternoon
Where: Riley's Office
What: A confrontation

( You got balls. I'll give you that much. But you're pushin' it. )

Who: Rez and Trevor
When: Morning-ish
Where: The apartment
What: Confrontation

( He's wrapped around her finger, once she bats those eyes of hers. )

Date: Sunday 3/29/09
Weather: 37 Degrees and Light Rain, Fog
Events: None
Birthdays: None

Date: Monday 3/30/09
Weather: 41 Degrees and Fog
Events: None
Birthdays: None

Date: Tuesday 3/31/09
Weather: 43 Degrees and Clear
Events: None
Birthdays: None

Date: Wednesday 4/1/09
Weather: 43 Degrees and Overcast
Events: None
Birthdays: Jason West

Date: Thursday 4/2/09
Weather: 37 Degrees and Overcast
Events: Spring Fling Dance
Birthdays: None

Date: Friday 4/3/09
Weather: 43 Degrees and Overcast
Events: None
Birthdays: None

Date: Saturday 4/4/09
Weather: 46 Degrees and Fog
Events: None
Birthdays: None


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[save]

Who: Bastian and Estrella with a dash of Lula
When: Evening
Where: Out and about
What: A date!

( I'll be an ice princess yet! )

Who: Charlie and Trevor with a dash of Riley
When: Saturday (all day)
Where: The Quinn house, a restaurant, a movie theater, and back again
What: A date
Rated: NSFW a few times

( I like you. )

Who: Charlie and Ava
What: Sharing of information
Where: Starting wherever his self defense lessons are held?
When: Wednesday afternoon/early evening.

Everything was a lot more put together and rational today than it was when Ava barged in on Charlie and started this whole fiasco about his need to be a knight in shining armor. Today she was dressed, ready for her class later infact, and a lot calmer and in control, instead of in a robe and shouting. Walking down to where he held his new class, Ava waited for the last of his students to leave and walked over to him. “Good class?” She asked politely, with a small smile.

( It was until you showed up and distracted me )

[save]

Who: Candi and Fox
When: Evening
Where: Candi's apartment
What: Sex
NSFW

( her beast was happy with this one )

Who: Frankie and Nico
When: Friday morning
Where: the greenhouse on campus
What: awkwardsauce!

Frankie loved Fridays. Her only class was track, and while it was in the morning (waaay too early), she loved running. It helped her start the day on a good note, and she often followed up with a trip to the greenhouse with a book and portable breakfast in hand. Today was just like that. After a good hour of running, she headed for her favorite spot in the greenhouse.

While water and Frankie didn't quite mix, she liked the sound it made while trickling through the little koi pond. She thought it was fantastic that Nox had built this greenhouse for his daughter. It was a magical sort of place even though it involved no actual magic at all. Nature in itself was magical. The building was warm and filled with all sorts of colors that helped her forget it was winter.

She plopped down on the bench she liked to think of as her own and pulled up her feet, opening her book at the same time to pick up where she'd left off last night. Frankie was such a sucker for cheesy romance novels. It pulled her in immediately, making her deaf and blind to the world around her.

Who: Ingrid and Reese
When: Evening
Where: Their apartment
What: A surprise

It was dumb to be nervous, and yet she was. This was a sensation that was a relative new presence in her life and Ingrid was remiss to admit that it had become quite frequent. Now that Reese was back in her life, though, she wanted to do everything right, everything better. And she was trying very hard to do that and, in turn, putting a lot of pressure on herself. But pressure was good. Pressure she could handle. She was determined. And hopefully tonight would go a long way toward showing that.

The dinner was set. Wyatt had already been picked up from daycare, cleaned up and seated in the high chair at the table as well, playing with his little spoon and babbling. It was admittedly a little bit cute. Dinner was ready, just put on the table, a large and piping hot dish of Shepard's Pie. Beside that, there was a smaller one, a single sized portion that was less aggressively seasoned and pulverized to shit before being cooked. That one was for the baby, and she was allowing it to cool a bit while waiting on Reese to get in.

It didn't stop there, though. She'd made peach cobbler too, complete with a touch of lavender. And chilling in the fridge was some sweetened and whipped mascarpone cream that would help to offset the flavors. This was the type of cooking her mother had always done. And Ingrid could only hoped that it tasted good. Her palette couldn't really pick up on the flavors, couldn't quite determine if they were too subtle, too strong, or just right, but Bastian had given her a pretty comprehensive recipe and she had followed it to the tee. She just really, really hoped that it had all turned out right.

When she heard the key in the apartment door, she could feel her stomach tighten up ever so slightly. Her hands smoothed down the front of the dress she had changed into once the messy part of the cooking had been done and she called out once she knew he was in the apartment. "We're in the kitchen." He could probably smell that. The whole house smelled of food at the moment.

Who: Remington and Candi
When: Friday evening
Where: the rec center indoor pool
What: second chance at a first impression?

After his chat with Riley, which helped to clear the air a bit, Remington felt better. He understood why his brother was 'jealous' even if it wasn't logical. Riley would simply need to work through his insecurities, because he had nothing to worry about, not really. Charlie simply got along better with Remington because it was easier to share his company. You had to care about someone in order to get upset over the things they did. She didn't care all that much for Remington, at least not beyond a new friendship.

He headed for the rec center to do his physical therapy. It involved a great deal of stretching and light weight lifting. When he was done, he felt really sore, but he needed a long cool down or his muscles would cramp up. He decided the pool would give his muscles a chance to come down from the exercise without going into shock.

After changing into his trunks, he dove into the deep end. Swimming was great. It allowed him to feel somewhat normal. He didn't limp in the water, and his scars weren't really visible so long as his legs were submerged. He took it easy, just some lazy freestyle laps up and down the length of the pool.

Who: Sim and Pearl
What: Making charms
Where: The girls' commons room
When: Afternoon

Sim was excited. She'd finally be able to understand everything everyone was saying. Whether or not the slang would be understandable or not was still up in the air. At least she would be able to work in her classes, which them in themselves were hard enough when she couldn't read the material. With the components she needed, Sim was set at a table, dressed in her usual worn out tee and jeans, barefoot from it being rather warm inside. People looked at her weird, but she was used to it.

When a blond woman came at sat with her though, she smiled. "Pearl, yes?" She said, hoping that she was getting her name right.

Who: Riley, Starbuck, Mara
What: Fixing a little girl's sick tummy.
Where: Riley's house.
When: Early Friday evening.

Starbuck hopped in his car after confirming his visit with Riley. There was no reason for the guy's daughter to suffer with a cold. It was an easy fix. The drive was short, as he followed the directions, and the nymph soon arrived at a very nice home. He made his way to the door and knocked.

( click )

Who: Linc and Nic
What: A meeting/Confrontation
Where: The cafeteria
When: Lunchtime
Rating: TBD

Now that his hip had healed some, Nicanor was making himself reacquainted with the campus. It had been months, but much of it looked the same, though he heard now that there was a new director in charge of the building. Even though it all looked the same, it didn't feel the same. There was a shift in the air, in the vibrance of the place. The students seemed to have lost some enthusiasm. He had also heard about the sickness, about the disease that had infected the school. Maybe that had destroyed a bit of the liveliness of this school. It was a shame, too, because Nicanor had liked the energy exuded.

But there was something else, too, that unsettled him. Not so much a something, but a someone. A man that he saw, that looked familiar to him. It was not a happy assosciation, either. Nicanor wasn't sure, but he thought that maybe this person was a person he had seen before while he had been on the run. The kind of person that hurt those Nicanor wanted to help. But he couldn't be sure, not until he could really get a look at him, get his scent. And the opportunity came in the cafeteria one day, when Nic saw the man coming his way, looking for a place to seat himself. He drew in a deep breath as the man passed, closing his eyes to try and remember. It had been dark, wet... a street in the rain. Running. Many of Nicanor's memories were like this, so it was not unusual, but then the man's eyes flashed in his mind, and Nic remembered. He wasn't a protester, like Nic and his friends, and he wasn't on a mission to bring about equality. He wasn't police force, or even special police force to try and supress the supernaturals. The man was a hunter.

Getting himself lunch, Nic scanned the room quickly to find the man, then limped his way over and sat beside him. He did not look over at the man, but instead grabbed a french fry and bit off the end. "I know what you are," he said quietly, his eyes remaining forward. "And I know why you are here."