The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Sydni and Davia
What: Sydni's checking in on her friend
When: Day time
Where: Davia's office

When things fell apart in her life, Sydni liked to do one thing - avoid them by looking after someone else's problems.  In truth, she was very concerned about Davia.  The blond had gone really batshit when she lost her memory and she worried that those new memories would add to Davia's already heavy load.  Charlie had really fucked up when it came to Davia.  It disappointed Sydni, because she knew he could be better than that if he tried.

Making her way to Davia's office, since she didn't know where her new apartment was, the brunette prepared herself to help her friend.  Davia was stubborn and tended to shrug things off as if they meant nothing.  Or she went the opposite way and totally indulged in whatever passion stormed through her.  Taking a deep breath, she knocked.  "Davia?  It's Sydni."

Who: Johannes and Shaye/Davia.
Where: Near Johannes's room.
When: Afternoon.
What: Johannes get frustrated with his violin.

Two minutes ago he was playing a Nocturne for Hades. It had been beautiful up until his fourth string had gone out of tune. Then it had sounded hideous. At least to his oversensitive ears. In fact, everything was sensitive right now. And it was pissing him off.

The sound of his violin smashing to pieces against the wall as he chucked it outside his room was much louder than his nocturne had been. Shards of wood went sailing down the hall in both directions. He would regret it later. It wasn't his best violin but it still cost a pretty penny. But for right now he was pissed. And itching. He struggled to remove his shirt as he roared out in frustration. He didn't like being tangled up.

Who: Davia and OPEN (but be forewarned, your character will probably be fed upon)
When: Monday Evening
Where: Wandering the halls of TJS
What: Trying to pick up the pieces...

Something was wrong. Very wrong. The previous day, Davia had been minding her own business, sitting in her office nursing a hangover and staring at a picture of herself, Charlie, and Maggie when all of a sudden, the strangest feeling washed over her. She closed her eyes, waiting for it to pass, and when she opened them, she had no idea where she was, who the people in the picture were, or who she was even. It was a terrifying feeling. She had scoured the room for something, anything, even the slightest clue, and she had finally found something, an ID card apparently. The girl on the ID looked like the girl in the photo who looked like the girl in the mirror. Shaye. Apparently her name was Shaye De Angelis and she lived in Los Angeles. Of course, when she looked out the window, it didn't look anything like LA outside. It looked cold and bleak and dreary.

Shaye had been afraid for a very long while to leave the confines of the room. It was until she had decided that she was hungry and determined that there were no snacks hidden in what appeared to be an office that she ventured out and into the halls to see what she could find. It was still a bit light outside, and something about that scared her, and told her not to step outside of the doors. Eventually she found a tunnel that seemed to run underground and though she was terrified, she followed it through, and she managed to find her way into another building. There were more people here. And just through the power of sheer observation alone, she determined that she was not the only one that had no idea who she was. What could have possibly happened?

Her mouth felt dry and her stomach felt queasy and she felt really weak and light headed. A hand moved to the wall to help steady herself as she continued to walk, carefully avoiding anyone she might meet. She had no idea where she was going though. She had no idea how far it might possibly be to the kitchens or why, when she felt so weak and thirsty, that the mere thought of food turned her stomach. She could feel her heart thumping hard inside her chest. She could hear her blood rushing behind her ears. Blood... The thought of that appealed to her deeply though she couldn't possibly know why. Her eyes fluttered closed as they rolled back into her head and she felt herself slipping away. She crumpled to the floor.

Who: Sydni and Davia

What: Drama Trauma

Where: Davia's Office

When: Overnight

As promised, Sydni had packed up a bottle of vodka and tequila (left over from when she been seeing Charlie regularly at Halcyon - not that she'd bring that up tonight), a few blood bags, rocky road ice cream and a sleeping bag and pillow. It was kind of weird - this was very much like the first night they had really hung out. It was like they had come full circle. Except that Davia was really hurting. Sydni didn't expect that they'd ever be as great friends as they were, but maybe things could finally get to be better, really better. It didn't seem like that was possible if either of them were with Charlie.

Knocking on the door, Sydni announced herself with, "Room service." She knew little bits of light humor could help, even if Davia didn't actually laugh. She hoped she could get her friend to at least smile at some point during the night.

Who: Davia and Xander
When: Thursday Night
Where: The Hallowed Halls of TJS
What: The Guide meets her new charge

Davia couldn't sleep. There had been nights before when she had crashed on the sofa in her office, which was relatively comfortable all things considered, but tonight was different. She knew she could always go back those nights, but tonight, there would be no going back. It was over. And she had no idea how she felt about that, how she was supposed to feel about that. All she knew at this exact moment in time was that she couldn't sleep. And she couldn't just sit around in her office awake all night either.

In flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt with her hair pulled up into a loose ponytail, Davia slipped her feet into her slippers and did what any normal person did when they couldn't sleep; She made a beeline towards the school kitchen. She didn't really eat much, especially not now that her taste buds were starting to die, but like any girl, she could always rely on ice cream to make her feel better. Or maybe not better but at least it would give her something to focus on other than trying to work through all the things that were going on inside of her head. Little did she know that the sound of music would lead her to a perfect distraction for the time being.

She was a few corridors down from where the kitchen was when she heard the sound of a guitar. She paused to listen, thinking for a moment that perhaps it was Charlie but she knew the way his music sounded, and it wasn't him. She wasn't going to follow the sound, but instead just continue on her way as she had originally intended, but after listening to the sound for a few minutes, she found herself too curious to simply walk away, and she followed the sound through the halls to an open study room where a boy sat alone strumming on his guitar. She stood in the doorway and watched in silence. The music was absolutely beautiful.

Who: Charlie and Davia
When: Thursday morning
Where: their apartment
What: a confession

Charlie dropped to his knees and gave Maggie a big hug and several kisses, before he watched her walk out the door with her first tutor of the day. It was nice that some of her tutors were willing to walk her to and from the classrooms. Maggie was doing well at TJS, and while not everything had gone as planned since arriving at the school, Maggie was thriving, and that was really the only thing that mattered to Charlie.

But once she was gone, he was forced to tackle the elephant in the room. He and Davia hadn't really exchanged words when he and Maggie walked in, and Maggie could sense something was off between them, something big enough that she kept her mouth shut about it. But now the silence had to end. "Davia..." he started softly, moving through the apartment to find her. "We have to talk.. or at least I do. You might not want to hear what I have to say... might cut me off and then tell me to fuck off... and..." he sighed, "You have every right to do so."

He flopped down to sit on the bed, rubbing his face as he did so. Guilt and shame overwhelmed him. "I'm sure you know why I didn't come back last night, but I have to say it. I fucked someone else... and I knew when I left last night that I probably would."

Who: Davia and William
When: Wednesday Night
Where: A club downtown
What: A chance encounter.

It was Wednesday night so Davia should have been at home. But Charlie had made plans to be in the studio that night, and even though she didn't say anything, nor did he, she had a feeling that he didn't plan on being there alone. She had seen the way that he was with Ava. And since then, she had noticed the way that the girl looked at her as well. She was the one. It shocked her that it was a student, that was for sure, but... Could she really blame him? The girl was beautiful. And Davia felt like there was no way she could ever compete with her dark hair and perfect curves, not when she herself was so pale and so light and so... thin.

She needed to feel good about herself. More importantly than that, she needed to not be alone, needed to be out somewhere around people where she wouldn't be thinking about him and what he might be doing right now. So she decided to go to the one place where she felt at home, a dance club. Dancing always made her feel better.

Wearing a short, white club dress that showed off not only her tattoo on her back but also accentuated her long legs and her small breasts, she was already a few drinks into the night as well as a few dances into the night, and she was feeling much better. If Charlie wanted to keep things from her and run around behind her back and inadvertently rub his addictions in her face, then she didn't need that. She needed this. And she needed another drink...

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: Charlie and Davia
When: Tuesday morning
Where: their apartment
What: a much needed talk

A disturbing trend was developing. Charlie had far too much on his mind. What happened to the good old days where his brain got some fucking rest from all this deep thinking bullshit via the aid of drugs and sex?

Everyday, it seemed like one new problem was added to the list. Today, it was Sydni being attacked by some moronic new vampire. Charlie understood bloodlust and all, but he'd never consciously attacked anyone. He realized now that the attack on Shizuka really had been an accident. Theodore, however, seemed fully aware of what he'd done. That son of a bitch was on a direct path to becoming just like Charlie's sire. It tempted Charlie to put the dude out of his misery before he turned into another homicidal lunatic.

But as distracting as this temptation was, Charlie couldn't be completely pulled away from the biggest of his problems. Davia. He had to tell her what was going on. The debate happening inside him was tearing him apart, and he knew she could tell. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew that any decision he made would have to come after he was totally honest about the situation.

Heading back to the apartment after his shift ended, he was glad that Maggie was already with her tutor, because this was most definitely an adults-only conversation. He couldn't risk Maggie hearing any of what he was about to say. He still wasn't sure what he would tell his most favorite person in the world if things did end between him and Davia. Maggie would be heartbroken.

He softly shut the door behind him when he arrived and called out, "Davia?" The nervousness was already audible in his voice.

Who: Charlie and Davia
When: very early Wednesday morning
Where: their bedroom
What: Charlie wakes up from a bad dream

Charlie's nightmare came to an abrupt halt in his victim's absence. He bolted upright in bed and immediately started crying. He was shaking with fear. It always felt so real. It used to be that when he had a bad dream, he'd run to check on Maggie straight away, just to make sure she was safe. But he knew better these days. Instead, he turned to Davia and laid back down, wrapping his arms around her. She always made things better.

"Davia?" he whispered, his voice trembling, "I had another nightmare." He didn't like waking her up, but he needed her right now. It had been a rough week for Charlie, which was probably why his dreams were worse than usual. Veteran's Day, Memorial Day, and 9/11... they all upset him a great deal. He was always thinking about his friends who had died in war, but he thought about them even more at these times.

Who: Charlie and Davia
When: Saturday night
Where: starting in their apartment
What: a night WITHOUT Maggie around ;)
Rating: probably XXX knowing these two... consider yourself warned

Charlie had taken a good long nap this afternoon, and when he woke up, he got online to putt around for a bit in the journals. He was off today, but Charlie still did some work things even when he didn't have to. He needed to make sure the kids (and adults) were behaving themselves. The journals could be very dangerous. People said things on them that they really shouldn't, and that could lead to violence. Today seemed to be a fairly harmless day though, so he soon closed his laptop and hopped in the shower.

As the water poured over his head, thoughts ran through it. He'd had another of his terrible nightmares while napping. They weren't getting worse, and they were less frequent so long as Davia slept with him, but he still had them from time to time, and when he did, he was kinda a mental wreck afterward. He turned the shower on hotter in an effort to stop the chills he got from the physical cold he felt as a vampire and the emotional stress the dream had taken on him. As the steam rose and the hot water flowed over him, he had a flash from his dream... the one where hot blood rained down on him. The image caused his eyes to open abruptly and get soap in them. "Fuck!" he spat, furiously scrubbing at his eyes under the water to get the stinging to stop. At least the pain had briefly distracted him from the horrible images in his mind.

Who: Davia and JC
When: Saturday Night
Where: A Club
What: Dancing. Duh!

( You got me love stoned. )

Who: Charlie and Davia
When: Wednesday night
Where: their apartment
What: talking

Charlie had read THREE stories to Maggie tonight. The little stinker just wouldn't fall asleep. Usually she passed out while he was reading the first book, maybe the second, but he wasn't so lucky this evening. "Ok, ONE MORE," he told her, and she nodded in understanding. "And you have to keep your eyes closed during the whole story and try to fall asleep." Maggie piped up, "But you're off work tonight, why can't I stay up late with you and Davia?" Charlie sighed, understanding completely how she felt, because he'd been that way as a kid too. It was that feeling that all the adults had some big party the moment you closed your eyes. Nothing could be further from the truth. Adults usually just collapsed from exhaustion after having to deal with kids and work and chores all day. That's what he was planning to do, even though he had the night off and probably should have tried to enjoy it.

With Maggie asleep finally, Charlie walked out of her room as quietly as he could, ever so gently shutting the door behind him. She had her night light, so the hall light was unnecessary. Continuing to tread lightly, just in case, he made his way into his bedroom, finding Davia already in there. He shut the door behind him and collapsed on the bed, his arms flopping out on either side of him. "THREE stories tonight! Might have to consider changing her bedtime eventually. Nine o'clock is either too early or too late. Was she this difficult the last couple of nights when I was working?" he asked, wiggling about until his head rested on her lap.

Who: Davia and Reggie
When: Evening
What: Reggie has detention which means he has to put on a shirt and go out with Davia for pizza.

Things were still tense at home. She and Charlie had spoken, but the tension around their apartment could be cut with a knife and Davia wasn't certain when that was going to end. Of course that just made it that much nicer to get out of there tonight, even though she knew that she would probably spend most of the night thinking about the fact that Charlie too was out and wondering who he was out with and what they were doing and.. ugh, she really didn't care to think about any of those things. But if there was a single person that could perhaps provide a decent enough distraction, it was Reggie Skylar. The boy behaved as though he had little to no sense though he had far more than that and.. well he was fun to be around, even when he was being somewhat broody. But she had decided that neither of them was going to be brooding tonight. And if either of them started, well, she'd just have to come up with some way to get them to stop. That's all there was to it.

This was not a date, so she didn't dress as though she were going on a date but that wasn't to say that she didn't make an effort to look nice if for no other reason than to make Charlie question, at least internally, where it was she was going, and because it made her feel better about herself to look nice. Her blond hair was soft and fragrant, brushed until it shined like silk, and pulled up into a high and tight ponytail. She wore a white blouse that was tailored to fit her slim figure rather snugly and show off the curves of her form. If she were going on a date, she would have work a skirt, but instead, she wore a pair of jeans, nice ones of course, that too displayed nicely the curves of her body. She had on a pair of white K-Swiss tennis shoes and her makeup was minimal, a little lip gloss and a small amount of blush and some eyeliner. And of course she had on the perfume that Charlie liked, the coconut kind she had gotten from Bath and Body Works.

There wasn't really any conversation to be had between she and Charlie before Davia headed out shortly before sunset, jacket in hand, taking the tunnels to the educational building where her office was located and where Reggie was supposed to be meeting her to serve his detention. She arrived at her office just in time to watch the sun set from the window, something that always filled her with a certain degree of melancholy, before she forced that feeling away and focused instead on her computer where she sorted through a couple of emails while she waited for her companion for the evening to arrive.

( Reggie loves him some pizza. )

Who: Reggie and Davia
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Davia's office
What: Reggie has been a bad boy and needs to be punished!


( So if they distract you with all of their clothes on, just think about how much you probably distract them running around showing off those incredible pecs. )

Who: Davia, Jin-Sang
When: 11AM
Where: Davia's office
What: Jin-Sang drops by to smooth out all the wrinkles in his job description.

After getting up and having breakfast, Jin-Sang lounged around for a little while. He knew he had to shower and get dressed, get ready to have a meeting with Miss Davia, but oh how he didn't want to get up. These beds were surprisingly comfortable, so needless to say he could have stayed there all day. However, he groaned and crawled out from under the pale blue sheet on his mattress. Breakfast had been a trial to get to this morning, yet he had gotten back in bed afterward anyway. He had known full well that he had a hard time getting out of a comfortable bed, but he hadn't listened to his own advice.

Now, hitching up his boxers as they decided to slide down, he shuffled to the shower and got dressed after that. It was a quick process that woke him up instantly. Shaking his fingers through his hair to dry it out, he buttoned up a slimming shirt and pulled on a pair of jeans. Nothing too formal, nothing too casual. A little bit of both that he pulled off quite well. Grabbing his keycard and wallet, putting them into his back pockets, Jin-Sang stepped into a pair of black sneakers and headed on out the door.

The trip to the woman's office was quick work. When he arrived he made sure he looked alright, though more often than not he always looked pretty good, and then knocked. Jin-Sang had scheduled an appointment with the woman so they could work all of the kinks out. He was curious as to if he would only be aiding the students, because he wasn't really "teaching" the course, or if he was going to dance with them? It was a complicated idea in the long run. But he was more or less at her whim. If she wanted him to Cha-Cha, he would Cha-Cha. If she wanted him to Ramba or Salsa or break dance, he'd do any of the three. Jin-Sang was especially good at "pop and lock" or break dancing, and he had the definite strength to do it.

Any one who saw him in a t-shirt or shorts could see. It wasn't hard.

Who: Davia and Shizuka
When: Tuesday Morning
Where: Davia's office
What: We all go a little crazy sometimes. Especially those of us with hereditary mood disorders.

Davia had been fighting it ever since the weekend started. Honestly, she had been fighting it ever since her meeting with Sydni last week. But in spite of all the efforts she took personally, and in spite of having Maggie around again who was normally such an easy fix to her impending downward spirals, the hereditary disease that her mother had passed down to her and vampirism had not cured was winning. And she found herself quite lethargic by the time Tuesday morning had come around, but that didn't change her obligations.

Music wafted from her office into the hall as usual, but the music wasn't the same cheerful tunes that she normally played. Instead, she was listening to Sarah Brightman and Antonio Bandera's version of Phantom of the Opera. And though she was trying to focus, trying to get some sort of inspiration from it, there were no images dancing behind her closed eyes. So instead of sitting at her desk simply listening, she moved to her feet, and found herself singing along by the time the actual lyrics had started.

In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside my mind

This was perhaps not the best song for her to listen to considering that this song always made her think of her father, sire, her sire, David. She refused to think of him as her father any longer. And she chastised herself for even thinking of him as such throughout his verse.

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

Your spirit and my voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there
inside my mind

But that didn't matter. The more the song progressed, the more her thoughts turned towards him, which was so often the case. Normally it was thoughts of him that triggered these episodes, though this one had come from something else entirely.

And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind

By the time it reached the end, every note being one that Davia could and did hit, she was nearly outraged, wishing that there was some way, some merciful way, that she could simply erase that man from her mind. And as the last note hit it's final crescendo, she grabbed the nearest thing to her, some useless paper weight that was there only for decoration, and hurled it across the room. And then she was in tears, having forgotten completely that her appointment was to arrive at any moment now.

Who: Davia and Reggie
When: Monday Morning
Where: Davia's office
What: Davia hasn't even met her student yet and he's already in trouble.

Davia had not even met this boy and already she was going to have to have a serious talk with him. Reggie Skylar. This was not going to be easy for her. Not only did he seem incorrigible, he was also the son of a staff member. That made things infinitely more complicated. But she decided long before time for their meeting that she was not going to treat him any differently in spite of who he was.

Dressed in a rather nice pant suit that accentuated the length of her legs and the slight, lean curves of her body, she sat at her desk waiting for the student to arrive, passing the time by listening to a nice remix that one of the deejay's at the club where she had worked in LA had given her. Her eyes were closed as she envisioned the routine that could be done to this inside of her head, a pen set to paper scribbling notes though she wasn't looking at the page at all.

Who: Davia and Sydni
Where: Davia's Office
What: It's the Davia and Sydni Reunion Tour!
When: Friday Afternoon

So far, since having arrived at TJS, things were going pretty great for Davia. Her personal life was nothing short of fantastic and as for her professional life, well, she hadn't really settled into it just yet but she was at least making headway in getting everything prepared for that. She still needed to meet with her sponsor students, but that was all planned out for next week in her head. This week would be dedicated solely to looking over the curriculum and making her lesson plans. Classes didn't start until the following Thursday which gave her plenty of time and, well, she was feeling really good about it all.

She had the media player on her computer on random as she moved around the room putting a few things away. The song that was playing was one of her favorites even though it was an artist she had only recently discovered, Loretta Lynn. And the song was no other than You Ain't Woman Enough (To Take My Man). Davia was singing along to it and even dancing a little, though not really to the song, mostly just figuring out a few steps to the routine that she had been working out inside her head for the dance club.

"Women like you they're a dime a dozen
you can buy 'em anywhere
For you to get to him I'd have to move over
and I'm gonna stand right here
It'll be over my dead body
so get out while you can
Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man"

Davia had just finished her rendition of the chorus and did a little twirl around on one foot when she stopped, an expression crossing her face very similar to one who had just seen a ghost. She had left the door open. She hadn't even thought about closing it because the corridor where her office was housed was pretty much empty. She crossed over to her desk to kill the music real quick. "Hey." She knew she'd see her eventually, but she had thought she'd have some warning, a little bit of time to prepare for it but obviously fate had other plans.

Who: Charlie and Davia
When: Tuesday overnight
Where: their staff apartment on campus
What: getting settled into the new digs
Warning: SEX!

Travel had become so difficult since being turned into a vampire. You couldn't simply board the average commercial flight and take off for any destination. Damn the sunlight! All daytime flights were off limits, so it was dark out when Davia, Charlie, and his whole family departed from L.A., and it was very late when they finally arrived on the east coast.

Poor Maggie was passed out cold. She'd slept for the last hour of the flight in Charlie's arms, and he handed her off to her father once they all got off the plane. He would have continued to hold her, but instead, Charlie took care of the bulk of the luggage. He looked like a pack mule as the group of six (and one dog) finally left the airport and crammed into their taxis. One would take Charlie's family to their new home, the other would take Charlie, Davia, and the dog, Cassius, to their new home... a school with a name too long for Charlie to bother calling it anything other than TJS. He'd kissed his family goodbye and promised to have them over tomorrow to check out the new digs.

Charlie and Davia were mostly quiet as they rode to the school, dodging questions from the driver who wondered why they were going to the nut house. "I'll be handling security there... my friend is an therapist." He knew that while the school was visible to the surrounding public, its true purpose was unknown. The taxi driver kept stealing glances at the pair in the back seat, and Charlie was fairly sure the man caught a glimpse of sharp canine teeth... that didn't belong to the dog. "We're tired, so I'll pay ya extra if you just let us rest for a bit." The driver nodded somewhat nervously and locked his eyes on the road.

Charlie turned to Davia at one point during the trip and looked very somber. "You know what today is?" He'd been lost in thought the entire trip, thinking about just how significant it was to have Maggie in his arms during the flight. This had been the day years ago when he'd been prepared to reenlist in the Marine Corps, and Maggie was the only reason he didn't. There was a chance he'd be dead today without her. What if he'd gone off to war? What if he'd lost his life, limbs or sanity.. like many of his friends.