The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Lyle, Vinnie, Jacob and Chris
Where: some rehearsal space
When: 2 pm
What: practice

What the fuck was Jacob doing here? He was all right following a beat, but he had never imagined playing bass. Hanging out with Lyle and Vinnie was fine, enjoyable even, and different from working on magical projects. Maybe he could give this the same level of energy he gave other activities to be fair to the other guys. If nothing else, he'd get how to play a bass guitar out of it. Jacob was on his way to becoming a Renaissance man, so it seemed like a good way to start. Didn't women like guys who played guitars?

He fastened the strap of the guitar around him, strumming the strings to see if they were in tune. Granted, he didn't quite know if that was right or not and so he needed to wait for Vinnie's opinion. Drinks were a good way to pass the time for a couple of minutes and he grabbed a can of soda to sip. Tasty stuff. He glanced at the others before he downed the can with a few gulps.

"So one thing on our agenda should be giving the band a name," Jacob said. "I feel more motivated to play for a group with an official name." Surely the other members had to feel the same way.

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: 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: Chris and Nate
Where: Their room, silly!
When: Sunday afternoon
What: Nate arrives back at to find a blonde kid in his room.

There was too. Much. Stuff!! Chris had assumed that all his clothes wouldn't really fit in a joint room and had only brought half. Despite this, they STILL wouldn't fit in his room, that was if he didn't want to sleep on his bed or have a desk for his laptop. He had no idea who his roommate was. He was far too busy throwing things in drawers, trying to make sense of his surroundings and where he was going to store the excess to bother rooting around the other person's belongings being nosey whilst he had the chance.

Three scarves and two jackets were around him as he tried to store his suitcase in the bottom of the tiny wardrobe. He looked very ruffled, puffed out and not at all the educated rich kid....