The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Angelina, Xander
When: About 3 or 4
Where: The pool
What: I have descriptor for this.
Rating: I dunno, it's Xander, guess~?

Angelina had never taken the time to try out the pool at the school. She realized that had been a mistake. On these cold days the warm water was wonderful. Earlier that morning she had asked when the pool had quiet hours, when no students were really around, and found out early afternoons were the best. Wonderful. Angel had no classes and no papers to grade. For the time being her job seemed easy--though it troubled her that two of her sponsors seemed very unresponsive to her. A part of her wondered if she should have tried to reach out to them more, or just let them be. It was probably good to let them be, just making sure they knew she was there for them if they needed her.

Somehow...this school didn't take well to angels. She just did not understand why. She was nice and friendly, never did she try to push her views on any of the students. Her class was completely unbiased and she taught about all kinds of angels, not just the commonly depicted ones. Angelina thought she was a good person, someone that everyone could get along with. Clearly not.

Deciding to wash the troubles away, Angel slipped down to the pool at three. She wore a pair of dark straight-leg jeans and a purple blouse over her pink swimsuit. When she arrived she removed of her outer clothing in the woman's locker room, taking a fluffy white towel with her out to the poolside. That was left on a bench before she tested the water with her foot, then jumped right in with a splash. Graceful as always, the angel surfaced and began to swim around in silence enjoying the peace.

Who: Angelina, Chris
When: Afternoon
Where: Angel's office
What: Hanging out~ Or something. We don't know!

Today's class felt, to Angelina, very productive. Some days were more or less productive than others but she felt good about today. As she reflected upon her class, thinking of her students and their intelligent questions, she stared out the window. For the time being her contacts had been removed. The angelspawn had perfect vision, they were merely to correct the color of her eyes. Eyes so blue she sometimes woke up shocked to see a sky looking back at her through the mirror. It was raining outside, though she would have called it more of a drizzle, and it looked really darn cold out. Frowning, the new-ish teacher crossed her right leg over the left at the knee, right foot bobbing in the air out of boredom. She should really finish grading those papers. As a student Angelina had always admired the way some teachers could finish grading all of the homework turned in to them in one night.

Now she wished she had that skill. Sometimes the blond beauty got a little sidetracked. For now it was the rain pattering across the windowpane, the oddly bright sky despite the low hanging fog and grayed clouds. Angel wished the rain would stop. This state could be so beautiful if one gave it a chance, but the rain only made it ugly and cold. Bah.

Standing, Angelina walked to the window with her arms crossed under her breasts, hands on either elbow as she stood with her back to the entrance to her small office. The place was clean and tidy, same as her apartment. There were plenty of religious related items in the office, though not all of them were from her own practice. A few were gifts from students of the past, one or two from new students here. Angel liked the study of religion nowadays and sometimes considered returning to college for it. Everyone knew she had enough money to do so, even if she wasn't "rich" she was terribly wealthy. Her mother and herself had always led a comfortable life. Pondering upon pretty much nothing and everything at once, though, she didn't hear when a guest came through her open door.

Who: Angelina, Wesley
When: Around 10AM
Where: The Cruise Pool
What: Wesley makes progress on his addiction...and then takes two steps back
Warning: Semi-angst

( Wesley! Yer vicious. )

Who: Angelina, Xander
When: Sunrise
Where: A hilltop nearby the school
What: Xander shows an angel the sunrise
Warning: Xanderisms

Glad to be a morning person, Angelina had no problem waking up early to get ready to see the sunrise. Bells had been ringing and flags had been waving throughout her entire conversation with Xander the day previous. She was not sure this was one of her best ideas, but then again she was not known for being totally brilliant. In fact, Angelina was as blond mentally as her hair was on many occasions. Her intelligence was luck and only really came in full force when she was focused on teaching. In daily life she was adorably dim.

Waking early to shower, leaving plenty of time to blow dry her hair so it didn't freeze in the cold outside, Angel dressed in royal blue, knit turtleneck sweater, a pair of dark jeans that fit perfectly around her waist to her knees and flared by the ankles. White snow boots zipped up over her flared pant leg after the denim had been folded and stuffed in to keep out any of that lovely white stuff freezing over the earth. Her winter jacket of today's choice, as she had several, was also white. No surprise. Angelina rather liked the color white and it had no relation to the fact that she was an angel. It was a great color, or lack thereof, perhaps.

After meeting Xander at the car park Angelina followed him in her rented car to the destination. She hated this rented car, cute as it was, and she was a nervous driver in the snow. North Carolina shut itself down when it snowed even an inch or two. Still, following Xander was not so bad and when she climbed out of her car at the top of the hill she took a deep breath of the cold air before flipping up a faux-fur rimmed hood.

"Did ya know it was twenty-four degrees out?" she asked while pushing her hands into her warm pockets.

Who: Everyone!
What: Winter Social
Where: Recreation Center
When: Saturday, starting at 7pm

As expected, the school had turned the recreation center on its ear with awesomeness. What was once a place of pool tables and board games had become a frosty winter wonderland. The walls were decorated in classic Victorian Christmas fashion, a garland of evergreen and velvet ribbons strung along the ceiling, burning gas lamps filling the room with a soft glow. The refreshmant tables were draped in dark green tablecloths, shining silver platters and a sparkling crystal punch bowl serving finger foods and warm cider. Hot cocoa was available in perfectly polished silver pitchers. Classical Christmas music played through the stereo system, giving the room an old world feel. The most striking piece in the room, however, was the fifteen foot evergreen tree that took up the far back corner. Covered in ribbons, glass balls and tiny colored lights, it seemed to give off an ethereal glow. A brilliant white star topeed the display, a shining beacon that attracted the eye like moths to a flame. This was the room where students and staff could sit in overstuffed chairs, sip mulled cider and talk quietly, and simply bask in the glow of a warm winter evening.

For those who desired more kick in their Feliz Navidad, the basketball court upstairs looked like a disco Christmas- mirrored balls hung from the ceiling while strings of blinking colored lights hung corner to corner across the ceiling. Long strands of tinsel were draped over the table where the turntables were set up, the hired DJ playing typical dance club music. Whilst wearing a Santa hat, of course.

Outside, the grounds were still covered in the new snow that had fallen on Sunday, with a crisp fresh layer added courtesy of the ice mage faculty members. The outdoor pool was also frozen solid, and ice skates were available to borrow from the rec center gym. Paths were shoveled in the snow so students could walk from place to place, each path illuminated by white pillar candled placed inside frosted glass bulbs set along the footpaths.

Who: Angelina, Wesley
When: Early afternoon
Where: Room 1D, Angel's apartment
What: Wesley is going to give his all knowing opinion on how she has arranged her furniture
Warning: TBD

Moving furniture by yourself was hard, hot work. Angelina was taking her second break Saturday afternoon after trying to rearranged the living room. She didn't even want to think about moving that bed in her bedroom. With a huff she threw open the window, to let some cool air into the room as she was baking from all that exerted energy. In the small dining area she sat and poked around her laptop. Her AIM was blinking, to which she smiled and wondered who it was. A man named Wesley, apparently. She had yet to visit the infirmary and couldn't recall having personally met him Wednesday at Hope's little birthday get-together. She had tried so hard to meet everyone but it had come and gone so quick she may have missed him. Or he may have not been there at all. She could not be sure.

After telling Wesley she was going to go push the couch, she looked at it head on like it was a gigantic beast that needed to be tamed. Not that she was sure where to put it, but moving it over even a few feet from where it stood may have been nice. Putting her palms on the right armrest, fingers down, and back toward the entrance to the apartment, Angelina leaned her hips into the cushion with her hands as she tried to push it. At least she had the carpet sliders under the feet, but it was still heavy and as Nox had found out, Angel was not very strong at all. She was a pretty little thing from the South that had things done for her because she usually only had to ask kindly. Lifting heavy objects was rarely a task she had to perform when there was a stronger man nearby who was willing to help. They were all so nice down in North Carolina, she had yet to see the same kindness up here.

Perhaps it was all of that cold snow outside. One would never have known it was so cold out with the way the half-angel was dressed in jean shorts and a tank top, sneakers on her feet and hair tied up. She was ready for a summer jog.

Who: Angelina, Nox
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Staff living quarters
What: Angelina is officially moving the last of her things in but needs some assistance, fortunately, Nox comes along.

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