The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Dizzy and Jacob
Where: Dizzy's room
When: late afternoon
What: Jacob visits.

After their conversation on IM had gone badly, and the conversation he had with Lyle that pointed towards the possibility Dizzy might be jealous, Jacob wasn't sure what to do. He waited a few days and contemplated his options, deciding on bringing a DVD or two over to her room with his laptop so they could watch one. A bag of M&Ms along with him wouldn't hurt, and he gathered everything in his computer bag before he locked the door and cast a spell on it. He walked down the hallway to the girls' dormitory and Dizzy's room, knocking on the door.

There was the possibility she had no intention of speaking to him for whatever reason - he didn't claim to understand women. "Hello, Dizzy?" he said. "I have M&Ms." The temptation of chocolate was a powerful one, or at least he hoped it was. "Please open up." His voice dropped in volume and he slid a hand into his pocket.

He had brought Airplane! with him, which was a decent movie to just watch and hang out, and he hoped she would watch it with him. Taking out a pack of red licorise out of his pocket, he had a strand and ate it. With all of the licorise he hate, it was a miracle that he remained this skinny. Bless magical experimentation, it really must be a calorie burner.

Who: Charlie and Dizzy
When: Saturday night
Where: just outside the school
What: Charlie catches Dizzy sneaking back from a score... and gets some extremely upsetting news

Another normal night of patrols so far. Catch some kids trying to sneak out after hours, threaten to confiscate some alcohol, and investigate strange noises only to find a couple going at it. Not every night as the head of security was exciting. In fact, it was usually a bore. He couldn't rescue fallen angels and play an action hero all the time!

Strolling along outside, Charlie caught sight of a woman's shape approaching. As they got closer to one another, he recognized the shape. A grin appeared on his face. "If you want to avoid trouble, you're going to have to sing to me," he teased. Not like he'd really turn her in. Dizzy was far from the biggest troublemaker on his list. So long as she wasn't off to decapitate someone, he was fine with letting her break curfew.

Who: dizzyp & akenwood
Where: Just outside of the dorms
When: Thursday 4|24|08 late afternoon/early evening
What: Smoke Break
Status: In Progress

After another day of pretending to be atleast a halfway decent student by doing the minimal showing up to classes, Dizzy needed to reward herself with a smoke. She'd gotten out of bed today, gone to every class she was signed up for, even raised her hand once. In her world, this called for a parade. At seventeen although the only legality about her smoking was that she couldn't actually purchase a pack, Nox and some of the other staff would surely take it upon themselves to reprimand her for doing. Exactly why she normally just snuck one in her room. But between oncoming checks and her roommate actually being in there tonight, she was forced out.

Laying across one of the benches, she stared up at the darkening sky, lost in momentary silence and solitude. It was hard to find quiet moments here. It was hard to find them when she rarely allowed them. Silence usually meant the possibility of a wave of imagery she was never prepared for. Her visions were still torturous without any sense of control. Hearing the click of the door that led to the dormitory, Dizzy seemed to perk up, though she only tilted her head back as she lifted her torso slightly to do so. Clear greens shooting to the upside down figure she didn't recognize that appeared to disrupt her peace.

Who: dizzyp & todd_wiley
Where: The Halls
When: Wednesday 4|23|08 Afternoon
What: Another run-in without the emergency situation.
Rating: A for Awkward, in Progress

Dizzy really hadn't seen Fox since the early morning when she'd collided into him in the halls in her panicked run after experiencing her most vivid vision in months, and only the second triggered by the firing of a gun. Fortunately, considering the urgency of the matter, there was no time for the possible awkward greetings or potential silences to fall between them. You know, considering their first meeting, when she'd drunkenly stumbled into his room, undressed and spent some time bouncing on his lap. Highly inappropriate for a first encounter, even by Dizzy's standards. Although she'd once upon a time sold her body to feed her stomach as well as her addictions, sex was hardly something to treat casually, and in her opinion, quite over-rated.

Finally done with classes, she lazily strolled through the hall toward the dorms. For someone getting back from classes she hardly seemed equipped. No bookbag or books, even, just a flimsy notebook and a pen, upon which she was gently gnawing the cap of. This was her favorite part of the day, when shit died down, people went off to their prospective extra curriculars or to their boy/girlfriends' rooms to make out or practice pro-creation. Busy halls irritated her and the annoying stupid chatter of the majority of the student body made her want to start wearing ear plugs constantly.

Slowing down her pace a little more, she seemed to hesitate in her path spotting the vaguely familiar blond male down at the other end of the long corridor. Normally Dizzy wasn't one to be shy, but considering she'd done a pretty decent job of avoiding a potential confrontation with Fox, trying to pretend like nothing had happened now would be weird. It took a minute or two to convince herself to just keep walking. If he greeted her she'd do the same, if he ignored her, she'd keep walking. This wasn't a big deal.

Who: dizzyp & prismane
Where: Jacob's Room
When: Sunday 4|20|08 Afternoon/Evening
What: The Usual
Status: In Progress

Day two and Dizzy was still soaring high. The China White she'd purchased hadn't been entirely pure, she'd received a score with a cocaine mixture better known as a Speedball, per her request. The mixture of an upper and downer made her highs and lows weave in and out something like teenage mood-swings. The prospect of going all the way to his room when he'd asked seemed like a big journey to take. It was difficult to even think of getting up from her chair let alone walking and moving and talking. Luckily the chemicals swimming through her veins had begun to pick up as she forced herself up to her feet. Pulling on her black boots, she wouldn't bother lacing them up and she was sure to pull on a zip-up hoodie over her beater, if only to ensure that no one in the halls would notice the little bruise forming on her arm after two spikes in the vein.

The walk down the hall soon turned into a job, her heart pounding inside of her chest. She could run a 5K marathon and almost felt the urge to just keep going. But the promise of time with her best friend slowed her to a stop at his door. Fingers curled and rapidly knocked against the wood. Without waiting, the pushed the door to his dorm room open and slipped in. Atleast she'd announced her presence. It wasn't like she had to worry about Lyle and intruding on his space or Jacob being possible naked - because she'd already seen that. "Hey." Notorious Cheshire cat grin spread across her lips as the door was swung to a lose and she made her way to his bed, plopping down.

"What's on the agenda today? We should do something. Anything. What'd you do with Red again?" By Red, she meant Raquel. Her questions were coming without the usual pause in hopes of an answer, mouth blurting out thoughts as her brain conjured them up. "We can still marshmallows later, since it's not like your having sex anytime soon." Smile lingered as she teased him, leaning back on her hands. Though less than a minute later she was leaning forward, her hands on the edge of the bed and her boots pressing against the floor as she bounced herself a bit on the mattress, impatiently waiting for his word.

Who: Dizzy and Jacob
Where: Dizzy's room
When: evening
What: A distraught Jacob needs to talk to someone.

( Distraught. )

Who: Dizzy and Jacob
When: late evening
Where: Dizzy's room
What: Revealings.

( Jacob's life had become so weird lately. )

Who: dizzyp & prismane
When: Tuesday Morning at Breakfast
Where: The Cafeteria
What: The Big Surprise
Status: In Progress

( I give you the best years of my life... )

Who: Nox, Belle and Dizzy interrupting
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Nox's apartment
What: someone has horrible timing for being a brat!

After a long day of grading papers and then basketball and football practices, Nox was all too happy to have dinner with Belle. A simple pasta dish and salad, some wine, nice music.. it was all just perfectly simple and wonderful. Dessert was even better, mostly because it didn't consist of food. Nox and Belle moved from the kitchen to the living room sofa, and judging by how things were going, they'd relocate to his bedroom in a few minutes.

Some clothes were askew, other garments were missing entirely (like Nox's shirt and tie and Belle's skirt). She had stunning legs. Actually, Belle had stunning everything. Nox couldn't get enough of her. Touching her was a surreal experience. It seemed too good to be real. And, apparently, tonight was too good to be real. In the middle of unbuttoning her blouse, a knock came at the door. Nox tried to ignore it by kissing Belle again, but he started thinking about who could be on the other side of the door. What if it was Katie, and she had an emergency. What if Adora needed to talk. What if Dante had gotten himself into trouble.

Sighing, Nox pulled away from Belle. "Sorry," he whispered, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and a blanket to cover her. They really were better off going to her apartment. Disruptions were less common there. "One moment!" Nox called out as he checked that his pants were still fastened and belt in tact. He searched the room with his eyes as he moved toward the door, trying to remember where his shirt was, but he couldn't see it. Hopefully the person standing outside wouldn't be offended. He opened the door and spotted Danielle. "Hello, Dizzy," he said in a frustrated tone that was impossible to hide right now.

Who: Open to all students staying here!
Where: The underground room
When: Evening.
What: Party!

The underground room was transformed into a beach setting, the walls bespelled to show the image of a stretch of sand with waves lapping onto it. A bamboo leaf rug covered the ground halfway, leaving a decent space for a dance floor. Torches stood next to the walls every five feet, and towards the back of the room stood refreshment tables. Rather, the bar, which was important. The rock that covered the entrance to the room would glow as someone approached it, to let them know they had arrived at the right place.

Fake palm trees, and a fire pit with magical fire roasting meat, as well as a small fountain (because they were always neat) were some of the final touches to the party area. The music was loud, necessary for a party, and was something to which anyone could dance. Jacob stood in the middle of the room and inspected his work, pleased with himself. Putting together this for the party was a decent distraction and at least other people would enjoy his work, so it was not going to waste. For the theme of a luau party, he wore black swimming trunks and an unbuttoned blue shirt. Floral patterns of any kind were a definite no. He wasn't sure about not drinking during the party, because everyone else would, and he was the co-host after all. He'd have to see how the evening went.

Who: Dizzy and Jacob
When: Evening.
Where: Hallway of the boys' dormitory.
What: Unexpected meeting, drunken Jacob and sober Dizzy.

( It was serious. )

Who: Starbuck and Dizzy
When: Tuesday just before 1pm
Where: random hallway in the educational building
What: Starbuck gets some shocking news

Starbuck was really enjoying his art class. He liked the independent lessons with Adora too, but she could be a little distracting at times. He was able to focus more in Danny's class, and as a result, he tended to get more done. But now that class was over, he was back to being distracted.. though not by Adora. He was thinking about his upcoming trip with Kim. Starbuck couldn't wait to hit the waves in Australia. He'd dreamed of surfing there for as long as he could remember, but he'd never had the money to take such an expensive vacation. Now that he did, he was going to live it up.

In his hurry to get to the cafeteria so he could eat and then run back to his apartment to do more research for his vacation, his klutzy side got the best of him. Starbuck's feet didn't care much for dry land. They were much better suited for swimming and surfing. He wiped out in the hallway, and his art supplies scattered. Brushes and paint tubes rolled around, and some loose pages in his big sketch book went flying. "Fuck!"

Starbuck moved from sitting on his ass (which now hurt from the fall) to his knees. He began crawling around to collect everything before someone else fell victim.. literally.

Who: dizzyp & todd_wiley
When: Monday 3|24|08 Before Sunrise
Where: About campus
What: The first vision
Status: In Progress
(A narrative/thread)

( Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight. And I claim I'm not excited with my life any more. So I blame this town, this job, these friends. The truth is it's myself. And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint where I am. Talking shit about a pretty sunset... )

And then continued here.

Who: dizzyp & in_his_shadow
Where: Nox's Office
When: Friday 3|21|08 Afternoon
What: Talking
Status: In Progress

( When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend. I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection. The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit. )

Who: Dizzy and Jacob
When: Afternoon
Where: Dizzy's room
What: Jacob talks to Dizzy about getting clean and it does not go well.

After Jacob talked online with Rez, borrowed the guy's guitar and returned to his room, a slew of thoughts ran through his mind. Summer had come to him and made him face the fact that he used alcohol as a crutch, so he needed to try to stop. Dizzy only had two friends with substance abuse problems and seemed to have dealt with stuff longer than he had. Jacob started to worry about her more, similar to his concern about Summer and Pearl. That was what he did, worry and then try to do something about it.

He had not asked her many personal questions at one time, because he never thought about it until now. No matter what, he had to be careful in what he said, and that might be forgotten as soon as he stepped into her room. Hair fell into his eyes as Jacob walked towards the girls' dormitory in his normal stalking manner. After he reached the door, he knocked on it and waited for her to answer.

"Hey," greeted Jacob when the door opened to reveal Dizzy. "I need to talk to you." He added a weary expression on his face, not difficult because he still hadn't had much sleep the night before. Yet, unfortunately, he didn't know what to say. A couple of steps into her room and he headed in the direction of the bed, to sit on it. It was easy to see on his face that something was up, likely shitty given the events of the last week or so.

Who: Erin and EVERYONE INVITED!!
When: Saturday Evening
Where: Some club in Boston
What: PARTAAAY! With an old school burlesque theme!


Erin had actually totally outdone herself. The amount of detail put into the burlesque entertainment provoked question. The club was naturally divided into different rooms, and she had rented out a few of them. It was not a popular joint, nor was it an exceptionally large place. With the money she had spent, though, she had not only decorated the several rooms beautifully, but she had catered the entire thing. It had been a lot, but it was worth it. Things had come together nicely.

The main room, which housed the bar, the food, and a few full sized tables for six had dancers strewn about cavorting under the multicolored lights. There was no defined color scheme for the dancers: each had their own outfit, and each wore it very well. Although the music varied from classic burlesque striptease music to more modern dance, fun songs, the dancers were clearly ready for anything and had acts prepared. There was a large stage in the main room, and a smaller, currently empty stage to the right, where a DJ generally was stationed.

In the two smaller rooms were fewer dancers, but the intensity had varied. Though none of the dancers were ever anything close to disgusting (Erin had, again, chosen to represent "old school burlesque"), the smaller rooms had heavier movements, duo acts, and, while no more body parts were shared, more were touched, licked, and slathered in liquor.

(  ~*~  )

Who: dizzyp and todd_wiley
Where: Boys' Wing
When: Late Wednesday Night 3|12|08
What: A drunken run-in perhaps?
Status: Complete

( Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk. )

Who: dizzyp and prismane
When: Tuesday Night 3|11|08
Where: Dizzy's Room, The Pool, The Cafeteria...
What: Misadventures of The Virgin and Starfish
Status: Complete

( It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You can't believe it you were always singing along. )

Who: Nox and Dizzy (aka Danielle Ferguson)
When: Monday at 3pm
Where: Nox's office
What: an overdue conversation

Nox was nervous about this conversation with Danielle. He owed her a massive apology, not to mention a healthy dose of gratitude. The timing of this meeting was belated to say the least. Nox really had no valid excuse as to why it had taken him so long to arrange to meet with her and apologize. He hoped the 'better late than never' mantra held some modicum of truth.

As the clock tick to three o'clock, Nox walked from behind his desk to take one of the guest seats in front of it. He didn't want to look like an overbearing authority figure sitting behind a block of mahogany. Still, maybe the distance wasn't a horrible idea, especially considering the nature of his mistake. He scooted the seat back a good yard, putting space between himself and the other chair that was available to Danielle.

He glanced at the clock, seeing that she was several minutes late already. Nox sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The week had only just begun, yet he was already wishing for Saturday's return. He had far too much on his mind right now, and he needed to forget it all so he could focus and have a clear head while talking to Danielle.

Who: Dizzy and Rez
When: Night
Where: Dizzy's room
What: The Candy Man Can

Ugh. He felt like hell today. Who knew that a little guy like Fisher could cause so much fucking damage. There wasn't a damn inch of his body that wasn't aching. And he looked the part too. He had fucking bite marks and scratch marks and bruises all over his damn self. He was also coming down from a coke high which was never fun, though he was about to remedy that apparently. They'd done a number on the bag last night, but there was still enough that he and Dizzy could get pretty fucked up. And if that didn't do it on its own, he had a bottle of jack in one of the pockets of his baggy jeans. If he got caught, he was going to be screwed.

Fortunately for him, Rez made it to her room undetected. He gave a quick knock, just to let her know he was there, before he turned the knob and let himself in, not wanting to wait around in the hall all night. "Sup?" He asked, a hand moving to take the bottle out of his pocket while the other tugged his baggy jeans up a little further on his hips. He then pulled out the baggy, frowning a little at how light it felt, and held it out for her to take before he collapsed back onto her bed.

"You can cut it." He was too fucking tired. Of course, after a couple of lines, he might not be so damn tired anymore. Wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't injured himself on Thursday. And also if he hadn't been getting fucked up every single day this week. He was quickly falling back into old habits but... He just couldn't bring himself to fucking care about that no more.