The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Blake and Ipsy
Where: BGH and then.... a fancy doodle place
When: Evening of Friday
What: Ipsy has asked Blake out on a date. Blake does not know this.
Rating: ???

Though Ipsy had mentioned this outing would be fancy, Blake wasn't in the fancy mood. He spent about ten minutes staring at the contents of his wardrobe before he realised he wasn't even noticing the clothes inside. Blinking away the fog in his vision Blake stuck in a hand on the rack and picked out the first shirt he came to. It was a light brown, smart fitting with a few little bits of subtle gold embroidery around the hems. Then the jacket - a black blazer, quite smart for going out but still able to be casual - and his trousers which were pressed and black to match. It was in danger of looking a little drab so he put on bright cufflinks. Who said he never made an effort?

So pre-occupied was he that he didn't have time to think of what this meant, nor the conversation with Ipsy. Talk of jumping in too soon and being on the rebound hadn't even registered with him as being odd it was just logical that Ipsy, as Blake was the only person who really had time for her, would naturally ask the demon out. They were both bored, lost, out of place and out of touch. They would be good company for each other providing Blake could snap the fuck out of it.

Making his way to the living room as planned Blake adjusted his collar before he approached the awaiting Ipsy.

Who: Godric and Blake, then Wesley and Roger/Ipsy
What: Talking about Godric's new circumstance
Where: BGH
When: Monday Night
Rating: R


This wasn't a conversation Godric was looking forward to, but it needed to be had. He'd needed to get away from the house, away from Blake, and plan out exactly what he was going to say to him. But even as his car (borrowed from Peyton) pulled into the driveway that evening, Godric still had no idea what he was going to say. He couldn't tell the truth, and he couldn't think of a reason not to tell the truth, and he knew he couldn't lie to Blake, and he knew that if he didn't lie then the truth would spread too far.

Walking into the living room, Godric expected Blake to be standing in front of the door waiting for him, pacing with his arms crossed, lights flickering. Thankfully the demon was not in immediate view, which gave the vampire enough time to set down his laptop bag and sit down onto the couch, sighing. This was going to be horrible. He should have forced Hope to be present, to make her see the look in Blake's eyes when he told him. It would have hurt her more than it was going to hurt Godric. Well... maybe almost more.

Who: Ipsy, Wesley and Blake
What: Taking the meds
Where: Kitchen table @ The GBH
When: Friday Afternoon
Rating: ?


Although she was in Roger's jeans, Roger's sneakers, Roger's tee shirt and Roger's hairstyle, clearly Ipsy was the one sitting at the kitchen table. She was waiting. She was waiting and crying her dear little eys out, two bottles of prescription pills sitting in front of her. Also there was a glass of water, but she didn't think she'd need it. She wanted Wesley here, wanted him to know that this was for him, that she was being killed off just for him.

Not that it had been a great week anyway. Still, she had hoped that Roger did not detest her enough to want to be rid of her. He might not, but it was all for Wesley. Just thinking the name made her scowl, and also cry harder. Wesley. Everything Roger did was because of that man. Leaning back in her chair, Ipsy just stared at the meds before her, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Who: Ipsy and Darien
What: A hallway meeting
Where: Um, the hallway!
When: Mid morning, before her meeting with Wesley
Rating: Not sure yet!

She didn't really want to go see Wesley. She knew that her presence was hard on him, and that he didn't actually want to talk to her. He was doing it because he needed to, and maybe because Blake had talked to him and said he needed to. She doubted very much Wesley would want to talk to her on his own. But, for Roger's good, she would go see Wesley. And she would listen to what he said and try to make amends, because Roger loved Wesley and it would be what he wanted. But that did not mean Ipsy wanted to do it.

Making her way through the men's dorms, Ipsy was tying her long blonde hair (well okay it was a wig but it was still her hair) into a low ponytail. Today she was dressed casually, low slung faded jeans that hugged her hips and a well fitting tee shirt that emphasized her modest breasts (okay it was a waterbra, but still! It was all the boob she was gonna get.) She was distracted, thinking about Wesley and how her hair was being impossible, and almost walked into a very cute and obviously new young man. "Oh!" she said, surprised. "I'm sorry, lovey! I almost walked right into you, didn't I?" Chuckling, she touched his shoulder gently. "I'm Ipsy, by the way! You look lost as a lamb to slaughter. Can I help you with anything?"

Who: Ipsy and Nate
What: A Date! [A date?]
Where: In the park
When: Wednesday Night
Rating: PG? Probs

Ipsy was excited. More than excited. She had a date! It had been ages since she'd been out with someone, and Nate was a sweet man. She loved how soft spoken he was, how quiet and polite he was. He was old fashioned and would treat her like a lady. Well... hopefully not too much like a lady. She was still a hot blooded woman after all.

It had taken forever, but Ipsy had managed to find the perfect dress for tonight. With a sheer silver shawl around her shoulders, a hint of shimmery gold eyeshadow and perfectly lined ruby lips, Ipsy looked absolutely stunning. Her plain black heels clacked noisily across the parking garage, blue eyes seeking out her handsome date. Suddenly she spotted him, and a smile spread over her face. She picked up her pace to quickly make her way over to him. "Hello, handsome," she purred, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek (soft because she didn't want to leave a lipstick mark).

Who: Arcelia and Ipsy
What: Clothing shopping!
Where: Downtown Danvers
When: Sunday Midday
Rating: WTF

After her brief and disheartening encounter with Wesley, Ipsy knew that she needed to get out of the house for awhile. Wes needed some time to get accustomed to the idea of her, and she needed a new wardrobe anyway. While Mandy's top was very cute, it didn't fit her all that well. Plus Wesley's jeans were so... boyish. Kind of cute on her, since her body was so male, but she hoped maybe to find something that might give her curves.

Everyone looked at her as she passed, she assumed in either lust or longing. Well, obviously. Ipsy was hot shit and she knew it. As she pushed aside hanger after hanger of dull, drab attire, she noticed over the top of the racks a familiar, pretty face. A pretty face that Roger had slept with awhile back. A pretty face with a damn fine sense of fashion.

"Hey, Arc!" Ipsy smiled, sauntering over. "You look so hot today! Love the top, so cute! Can you help me out? Roger's closet is a gay jungle and I need something pretty. I'm Ipsy, by the way," she said, holding out a hand to shake.

Who: Wes and Ipsy
What: First Meeting
Where: The BGH (Big Gay House)
When: Sunday Morning
Rating: WTF

Wes was getting used to the new house. The layout was strange and the healer didn't usually live in anything with more than a simple open plan place with one floor and a general living area. This house, being a B&B, was huge. It had many rooms, none of which were a bathroom when Wes needed it so he really didn't see the point in a building this huge. Until he considered the fact that there were about ten or more people gonna be either living or visiting in this house at one time. Christmas was gonna be fucking weird.

The to-do with Roger the other day had been hard. Wesley still doubted whether Roger had any clue as to how odd it had been for the healer to have suddenly switched. Not since Dante had Roger done that on him, and Roger seemed to think it was Dante fooling around - only he missed the point that Dante NEVER fooled around like that. He'd rather be straight and tell Wes he was a dick then do that.... Right?

After spending two minutes trying to find the door to his bedroom Wes accomplished his task and swung it open, rubbing his hand over his eyes though as soon as he blinked open he almost wished he'd covered them completely.

( Roger wasn't here. )