The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Will, Syn, Ikon and Rocky
Where: TJS then a club far far away. In Boston.
When: Tuesday evening.
What: Will is feeling naughty plus recruits.
Rating: TBC

Will was waiting outside for his comrades which apparently consisted of Syn, Ikon, and a new addition of Rocky. He wasn't sure how to take that. She had agreed to go, so presumably she understood where they were heading to. Dressed in his best the angel leant against Ikon's car, looking both at the school then to the starry sky. It was a nice night. He remembered idly how he used to look at the constellations and re-name them with Haddon. And more recently, how he'd looked at the stars and wondered if James was doing the same thing.

He shook that thought from his head. Tonight was not about that. Tonight was about letting loose, being free and having some fun. What kind of fun was to be decided, but as he saw his sister-in-law heading towards him wearing a minute, cold-looking outfit (which he assumed had been at Ikon's request but with her he could never tell), Will shot her a grin, still looking out for the others.

Who: Starbuck and Rocky
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: the infirmary
What: helping the patient

Starbuck was in the infirmary when Rocky returned to campus. She was immediately admitted to his care, and he was grateful to finally be away from prying human eyes so he could actually help her. It had been frustrating to visit her at the hospital and not be able to do anything. If only he didn't leave glowing blue handprints behind when he healed someone.

But now it didn't matter if he left evidence. Everyone at school knew the sign of Starbuck's healing hands, and they knew Rocky wasn't back to normal just yet. She needed his help. "Hey.. ready to feel better?" he asked, smiling warmly.

Who: Rocky.
Where: City of Boston
When: 09:48 on Friday morning, just before the hearing.
What: Rocky gets into a spot of bother....

( It was over in seconds. )

Who: Rocky and Lyle
Where: Rocky's room
When: Monday afternoon
What: Lyle is coming over to hang out.
Rating: Probs swearing.

It was full of suck that Lyle and Fisher were leaving and she'd been thoroughly depressed about it for several days. Ever since Fisher had lost his memory the world had seemingly become increasingly full of suck anyway but this was just the cherry on the cake. The thought of losing both of them at the same time to the Californian sunshine was just shit. But before she went increasingly upset, she was gonna look forward to hanging out with Lyle during his final days at TJS.

It was casual chic with her usual comfy shorts and baggy shirt. in her room comfort was key. The door was open for Lyle to let himself in whilst she lay sideways in bed, legs resting up against the wall as she read a magazine.

Who: Vinnie and Rocky
When: Saturday night
Where: Rocky's room
What: Rocky's mopey and Vin's giving her some company.
Rating: The fire kids are steaming up the place.

Vinnie's week had been pretty shitty with the other things that he had going on and it wasn't even all about Frankie's situation. One of his friends had been sent to the infirmary, another ran off on a suicide mission and now a third friend was going through a tough spot in the family. And it all sucked because Vinnie hated seeing anyone in pain, especially his family and friends. So when he found out what had happened with Rocky's family, he set off to her room to keep her company.

Throwing on one of his Stones hoodies, he grabbed his keys and trudged off to Rocky's room. She'd said she wouldn't be very good company in this condition, but he wanted to help. And besides, he'd said the same thing to her a couple of weeks ago when he was down about Zev and Rocky had come to hang out with him anyway. That's what friends did.

Arriving at her door, he knocked softly, rocking on his feet as he waited for her to answer the door.

Who: Finn and Rocky
What: Meetings and showers
Where: The dorms
When: After the inspection is over and before the dance
Rating: PG-13, possibly up to R

( Buff half naked man in the hallway? Come on in! )

Who: Rocky and Rez
When: Thursday Afternoon
What: Rez is bored as fuck in the common room.
Where The common room

This whole state inspection lockdown thing sucked ass. He was not at all happy with it. He couldn't sleep in his own bed, in his apartment with Elle. He couldn't really even talk to her all that much. And he couldn't crash with Finn in his dorm room either because of the stupid fucking bed checks bullshit. It was dumb. And if the rumor was true and it was really some students that got this whole mess started, he was going to be pissed when he found out who they were. But that information hadn't filtered down to him just yet.

One could only sit in their room for so long staring at the walls before one started to get stir crazy. And that was what had happened to him. So he was in the common room, which had been dulled down for the inspection as well. There was a television still, but limited channels and no video games or dvds to watch aside from fucking Disney films. And there were computers but they were on some sort of intranet system and all you could access was "educational" sites and nothing else. Fucking lame. But at least the couch was comfy. And it was there where he was laying watching some dude on PBS giving instruction on how to paint "happy clouds", whatever the fuck those were supposed to be.

Who: Rez and Rocky
When: Early Morning
Where: Hotel Suite in Boston
What: Not sure yet
Rated: Adult Content

It was the middle of the night, or early morning rather, when Rez woke up from his most recent nightmare. It was always the same really. He always dreamed about Africa, about the trip, about his parents. He could hear his mother screaming even after he woke up, body slicked with sweat, heart racing. This was the time when he would normally curl up against Fisher. The other man would wrap his arms around him and stroke his back until he managed to fall back to sleep and then he'd be fine afterward. But Fisher wasn't here tonight, and he was in his bed alone.

So he got up, heading out of the bedroom into the common room area of the hotel suite to grab a bottle of water from the kitchenette. He drank half of it, the other half he poured over his head and let drip down over his body before he plopped down onto the sofa and grabbed the remote control to the television. "Oh fuck!" Hitting the volume button to turn it down quickly, he looked toward the door to the other bedroom in the suite for signs of movement. He wasn't even sure whether or not Rocky was in there, but if she was, he didn't wanna wake her up. It would appear that the coast was clear, however, so he focused his gaze back on the television, watching a few minutes of some stupid infomercial about some rotisserie thing before he started flipping through the channels.

( Cinemax, aka Skinamax )

Who: Vinnie and Raquel
When: Saturday night
Where: Starting off at school then heading to Boston
What: Checking out the local bar scene

Things were finally starting to get somewhat back to normal and Vinnie was incredibly thankful for that. Sad and emo weren't very good looks on him and he hated being that way. He was usually such a positive guy, but the way things had been going the last couple of weeks, it was hard to look on the bright side of things. As odd as Raquel's advice had seemed when she told him to sing what he was feeling, it actually really did help. Singing, but more importantly, writing music was therapeutic for him.

So now that he was out of his slump and things were starting be a little better for everyone else around him, he was up for going out into Boston with Raquel. She had mentioned that she needed to get out and Vinnie really needed it, too. Being cooped up in the school all the time was a bore. Besides, he had found a pretty chill bar last week and he felt like going back.

At 8 o'clock, Vinnie was standing in the main entrance, a cab already waiting to take them into the city. But where the hell was Rocky? Damn women and their taking so damn long to get ready.

Who: Vinnie and Raquel
When: Monday night
Where: Music classroom
What: Vinnie's trying to cope but failing miserably.

Numb. That's how Vinnie had felt nearly all day yesterday after he had found out the horrible news about Simon. He had been in Starbuck's apartment, taking care of Kamea with Frankie when they found out what had happened through the journals. It didn't register at first with Vinnie, even after Frankie latched onto him and started to sob uncontrollably. How could that have happened? It just wasn't possible. Tears eventually came to him when the full reality of what had happened began to sink in. Simon was dead. His former roommate, his friend, Cissy's husband, Grace's dad.

He'd give anything for that numb feeling to return because now all he felt was pain. How could God have let something like this happen? Simon didn't deserve to die. It couldn't have possibly been his time to go, especially because he had just married Cissy and they had a baby on the way. And now little Grace wasn't ever going to know her dad. It just wasn't fucking fair.

( ... )

Who: Jacob and Raquel
Where: in the city
When: evening
What: a date

( Read on. )

Who: loghann & rrraquel
Where: Lo's Apartment
When: Wednesday Evening 4|23|08
What: Dinner
Status: In Progress

From the start of the day Loghan had been a nervous wreck, though he hid it well under the calm and serene exterior he was well known for. The lack of any sort of food in his apartment had sent him into town for a trip. Groceries and a movie later, he'd returned to his well kept, but minimalist home. Although Lo was hardly one to primp or bother much with his appearance he did spend all of ten minutes agonizing over what to wear. Finally settling on a pale gray undershirt, a black button down over and a pair of dark denim jeans, the elemental abandoned his room mumbling under his breath to himself. "She's a student. You're having a student over for a friendly meal, jackass."

He wasn't so much nervous about impressing Raquel. He was more nervous at the conflicting thoughts that continued to battle for dominance in regard to the girl. It was something about red-heads. Red-heads, beautiful faces, an a strong personality juxtaposed by a sweet, underlying vulnerability. It was what he'd liked about Molly so much, at first. It was easy to resist when he maintained his distance and distracted himself in their presence. He would've been fine had she not teased him and left him to his own imagination once she'd mentioned undressing the other night. Or requesting a kiss. Not that he had a problem kissing her. He was more worried about himself getting carried away afterward.

Having no idea what he was making for dinner, he'd atleast got to work on cleaning and preparing veggies and warming a loaf of bread. The knock on his door tore him away from the small kitchen and brought silent feet to the entrance. Pulling the wooden door open, ocean hues fell on Raquel, a smile instantaneous spreading across the lower portion of his face. "Hey. C'mon in." Taking a step back, he brought the door with him, providing enough room for her to walk in.

Who: Jacob and Raquel
When: midday/early afternoon
Where: the grounds
What: hanging out
N.B. Raquel's turn.

( Outdoors. )

Who: loghann and rrraquel
When: Friday 4|18|08 7:30pm and on
Where In Town
What: A night at the movies
Status: Incomplete

( As your bad day disappears, no longer wound up like a spring. Before you've had too much come back in focus again. )

Who: Jacob and Raquel
Where: Treehouse
When: evening
What: getting drunk

Jacob was annoyed with the world again and nothing was much better than getting drunk to do something to let off some steam. This time he had company, which was nice and if he wasn't careful, he'd start venting to Raquel. He had done a reasonable job of staying sober up until this point, but one or two times this week as a rare exception wasn't going to hurt anyone. This might meant breaking his promise to his best friend and he felt guilty about that; the feeling which he would drown with alcohol in the vicious cycle that it was.

The trip to a store for alcohol took around half an hour and he got vodka, tequila and whisky. It was time for the strong stuff. When he returned, it was straight to his room to pick up a few plastic cups and a blanket, and then to the treehouse. He managed to climb the ladder stairs with the plastic bag and cups in hand, seeing his friend in the treehouse, much to his relief. "Hey," said Jacob and sat on one of the beanbag chairs that was in there. "Let's get wasted." Following his emphatic statement was the revealing of cups and the bottles of alcohol that he had purchased.

Who: Everyone!
What: Astrid's Birthday Party
Where: Tunnels under the Rec Center
When: Starting 9pm
Rating: Z for Zaniness!


Lyle was not new to this. He had thrown many a bash, and hopefully he would throw many more in the future. It was his firm belief that nothing drew together a community like a party, and it seemed he was right. They had a dj (and some "borrowed" equipment from the music room, hopefully Professor Witt would not notice or mind), decorations, cake, and enough liquor to sedate a herd of zebras. This was going to be a great party simply because Lyle demanded it to be so. He needed this distraction, a lot of people did. Lately things had been sucking like whoa.

He'd told Astrid to come somewhat early so she could scope out her party room, and also to kind of play hostess since, regardless of Lyle organizing everything, it was her event. He was glad when he saw her, smiling at her outfit. His own was a ridiculous geeky nightmare. "Hey, Astrid," he said pleasantly. "Happy birthday. Liquor's over there, food's there, aaaaaaannnnddddd..." He pulled her present from under the drink table. "I didn't wrap it," he shrugged apologetically. "It would look pretty awful if I did. Anyway. There's a couple rolls of Smarties in there too." Slipping behind the bar (which was just a table with coolers of liquor behind it), Lyle looked at her expectantly. "What's your poison?"

Who: Rez and Raquel
Where: The common room and Rocky's place
When: Monday afternoon
What: Rez has ingored Rocky til now. He needs to make it up to her.
Rating: NC-17

Rez hadn't actually seen Rocky since their trip to Boston. Sure, he'd chatted with her in the journals a time or two, but they hadn't really talked and they hadn't really hung out and maybe he should feel a bit bad about that but, honestly, he was a bit of an ass and he hadn't really given it that much thought. They'd had a good time together. To him, it wasn't a big deal. And she hadn't acted like it was a big deal to her either so that's probably why he'd not really thought too much about it, though his mind had wandered back to that day a time or two over the past couple of weeks. And why wouldn't it? It'd been totally fucking hot.

( Missing hints much? )

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: Rez and Rocky
What: Drug Run!
When: Sunday Evening
Where: Onward to Boston!

Fucking A! It was time to go to Boston. He and Dizzy had killed the 8-ball last night and he sure as fuck wasn't going to make it through this week without a fix. He was on a binge and he had no intention of getting off any time soon. And Rocky? Seriously? He was a bit shocked that she wanted to ride with him to Boston to score some drugs. That was just crazy talk! But if the girl thought she could hang, then who was he to tell her no. She was cute, fun, and he had decided exactly what song she was. That was his thing right now. People were songs. Fisher had a song. Dizzy had a song. And now Rocky had one too.

He looked amazingly together when he walked into the lounge, all things considered. But that was probably because he was wearing sunglasses so no one could see just how fucked up his eyes were. He was still bruised all to hell, still had remnants of bite marks and scratch marks just visible beneath his clothes, but there was a skip in his step and a grin on his face as he made his way over to the redhead who he was still a little stunned had shown up.

"Rocky." He said her name sharply in her ear, her back having been turned towards him, just to get her attention. He then proceeded to wrap arms around her waist and swing her around before placing her back on her feet in front of him, hands moving to her hips. "Let's roll, Ginger Snap!" And being in the odd mood he was, he leaned in to nibble on her neck, getting into character a bit early, perhaps.

Who: Xander and Raquel
Where: Staring in the common room
When: Sunday Afternoon, Feb 17th, just before noon.
Rating: Be surprised if it's worse than PG13.

There were times when the demon didn’t enjoy Sunday’s. The day, after all, usually meant that the weekend was coming to an end. Which meant that he wasn’t going to be having nearly as much fun ash e would have normally. Of course, knowing that there was a local music jam being held and he wasn’t invited would usually annoy him a bit as well. Though, not in this particular case. He was more than willing to skip out on this one and avoid some particular members of the school.

Xander found himself, just before noon, in the common room. He leaned back against one of the chairs in the corner of it, and he ignored just about everyone else that was walking past. Instead, he had his guitar in his lap, and his fingers were slowly strumming a tune on it. With his eyes closed, and the way his head was bobbing, it would almost seem as if there was a whole concert going on in the demon’s head. Even though the music that was coming off the guitar seemed to be lacking something. In fact, the motions of his body didn’t even seem to match the rhythm of the guitar in the slightest.