The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Angry violent withdrawal
Where: The BGH
When: Saturday night
Rating: R for violence and language
Warning: Verbal and physical abuse


It had been almost 24 hours since Godric had been out of this room, and over a day and a half since he'd last drank any of his potion. At first he had been mad that Blake had tricked him, and had locked him in here like a prisoner. After more time passed, he'd become furious. There were a few times when he had been very close to punching Blake right in the face, but he'd maintained only by destroying other things in the room. Now, though... now he was getting desperate. Everything that went away when he was drinking the potion was coming back to him, guilt and thoughts and worries and because it was sweeping in like a grand tidal wave, it was too much to handle. His hands were shaking, his heart hammering hard in his chest, his breath uneven and quick. He couldn't even look at Blake anymore when he came into the room, but instead Godric sat in the corner furthest from the door, knees drawn up and eyes downcast. He didn't speak anymore, didn't respond when spoken to. He just had to wait this out, until Blake was convinced he was fine, until he could get out of here. If he survived that long.

Who: Blake, Godric and Wesley
What: Intervention
Where: The BGH
When: Afternoon
Rating: R for language
Note: Chat Aimscene

( Talk. I'm listening. )

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Grocery shopping
Where: Stop and Shop!
When: Around 11:30pm
Rating: TBD


After the house had settled, and everyone was in bed and Blake had slumped down on the couch in an exhuasted heap, Godric had grabbed him by the wrists and hoisted the demon once again to his feet and almost whined for him to come grocery shopping. Normall Godric would have just gone by himself and let Blake rest, but he'd taken some of the potion not two hours prior and he was feeling bubbly. Sure, he could go alone, but he wanted Blake to come with him, to spend time with him. And these days, when Godric wanted to do something, he usually just did it.

The 24 hour supermarket was a blinding beacon in the otherwise darkness of a closed Danvers. A few people were milling about the place, mostly night workers who recognized Godric and smiled a polite New England hello. And of course there was Blake, who looked tired and somehow beautiful at the same time. "Everyone keeps eating all my cereal," Godric lamented, tossing a box into the carriage as he came up behind Blake and trapped him in a playful embrace. "Why do you people have to eat so much?"

Who: Godric and Ava
What: Going to a den
Where: Boston, of course
When: Evening
Rating: R


It had been a good while since Godric had gone to a den for its simple intended purpose. Last time there had been ulterior motive behind it, unsettled anger and jealousy and a fair amount of emotion that he couldn't handle without lashing out at someone. Tonight, though, he just... wanted to. It had been that simple. Having taken his potion for a second time that day, Godric had just decided that he didn't want to do bagged blood that evening. He had even debated taking Blake, but eventually ruled it out. Try as they might, non-vampires didn't really understand or appreciate the need for a den, and Blake was a jealous sort anyway and he wouldn't much care for the intimate nature of the acts going on there. Plus, it had been a while since Godric had spent any time with Ava, and even though sex was sadly off the table now, he still appreciated her sultry companionship.

Godric was well dressed, but not overly done. Just enough to make an impression, and to coincide with his companion for the evening, whom he was certain looked absolutely perfect. Ava would never leave the house without looking ravishing, and she certainly wouldn't set foot in a den unless she looked as though she owned it. And she definitely didn't disappoint. "Mmm." He gave her a soft purr as his eyes took in the sight before him, and offered an arm. "Looking quite mediocre as always," he teased.

Who: Godric and Wesley
What: Pacing
Where: All over the house
When: About 1am
Rating: TBD

So, Godric thought as he made his ninetieth lap around the kitchen, this must be what addiction feels like. The effects of the potion had worn off a few hours ago, and after laying in bed for forty minutes overthinking about all the things he'd done that day, Godric had gotten up and just started pacing the house. He had cleaned the play room, checked in on children, swept the kitchen, made a batch of hard boiled eggs, read a chapter in a book, went over his leson plan (again), and even made Blake lunch for the following day. While his hands had been busy, his mind had been racing. This potion was dangerous because it made him careless, it made him allow the students to speak to him in a way that he normally wouldn't, it made him stray from his lesson plan, it made him act completely unlike himself.

But, at the same time, he wanted it. He wanted to just be the person that the potion turned him into. He wanted to not care what anyone thought about him, he wanted to just let things go, to not have worry and guilt cloud up his head. He wanted to be okay with Hope and Wesley and not think about all the ways it could and probbaly would go wrong. He wanted to be fine with kissing Blake in public and holding his hand. But his brain overcomplicated everything and the potion simplised it, and it was impossible not to be addicted to that.

He knew it was bad, though, so he was trying to resist driving to the school and just getting it, drinking it down before anyone woke up and could see him like he was now, dishevelled and frantic and pacing like a man with a guilty conscience. He knew that he should give it up now, while he still could. While he still had the self control to do it. But every minute that passed felt like an eternity, and Godric couldn't keep his eyes from going back to his car keys that were hanging on the peg by the door.

Who: Godric
What: Contemplating his new magic
Where: His office on campus
When: Early morning
Rating: PG

Sitting at his desk as he went over his lesson plan for the day, Godric tried to ignore the pull to the bottle in the bottom drawer. He hadn't looked at it since last week, hadn't wanted to see if it was still there. He was almost scared to see it in there, full like Jane had promised. What had happened on Thursday night, what he had almost done with Riley and Jane, what he'd wanted to do... It was dangerous. This magic Jane had given him was dangerous.

But then again...

It had been liberating, not caring so much. To not have such a heavy burden in his heart, to think about Wesley and Hope and not fight back the flames of anger. To think about Blake and not have a waterfall of guilt come crashing down on him, to just enjoy the moments he was alive. It made him think of his old self, the man in the den, the smug young man with a smile that brought women to their knees. That man was dangerous, and so was that bottle. The rush of pure joyous indifference was very dangerous indeed.

Opening the drawer, slowly, Godric half expected a note left by Jane, a joke. He expected her to be playing with him. He had given her some freedom, she was bound to make him regret it. Women always made him regret things. But there it was, the same bottle, filled to the very top with a light blue liquid that almost seemed to glow. He would regret drinking this, he already knew it, even as he lifted the bottle from the drawer and uncapped it, and rested the rim to his lips. It would be a mistake. But he was tired. Tired of the worry, the hurt, the uncertainty, the guilt. Part of him missed the man he used to be, the indifferent man. That part tipped back the bottle, drank the liquid down. Half the bottle's contents went smoothly down his throat. Swallowing, the taste strong and pleasant on his tongue, Godric set the bottle on the desk and stared at it, just stared. So this was his wish, hm? To give up? To be so weak that he couldn't handle his own mind, couldn't handle the people around him that depended on him, that trusted him? That needed him?

"What have they ever done for you?" he asked himself, screwing the cap back on as a rush of warmth spread through him. "Hm? Wesley is screwing your childe, and she will likely screw Wesley. Blake has ruined you completely, forcing these obnoxious emotions on you to begin with. Peyton, ungrateful brat, vanished, who knows where. Reese and his ego, William and his, plus his penchant for self destruction. Nox and his bliss in ignorance, Georgie who scorns everything you do..." Letting his fingertip run down the glass, Godric smirked, slightly. "What have they done for you, Ricky... what indeed." The bottle was placed back in the drawer, and the vampire leaned back in his chair. "Oh well," he said with a shrug, going back to his lesson plan. "Who cares anyway."

Who: Riley, Godric (and later Jane)
What: Meeting and drinking and wishing
Where: Godric's office on campus
When: Early evening
Rating: TBD
Note: Completed here

What a week. Godric had stayed on campus tonight simply because he didn't feel like going home and diving headfirst into the madness that was awaiting him. Wesley was in a bit of a mess (to say the least), and not only was he going out this evening with a ver unpaletable person, but he had yet another engagement the following night. Not to mention, of course, the heartache and misery that Hope always brought into the house in one form or another. Then there was Blake, who had taken on his role of Mother a bit too well. Plus the six children had adapted nicely to their new home which meant they were behaving like children, which meant they were running around like mad people and making more noise than an insane asylum. Godric needed a break, and he needed time to brood and think withou Blake pestering him about what was wrong and mothering him and acting like such a woman about it that Godric didn't even know what to do.

So like a mature, responsible adult, he was hiding where no one would look for him and drinking a nicely aged scotch with a sensible shot glass. And he was listening to The Counting Crows, a nice morose melody (Long December to be precise) to accompany the broodfest. The music was a bit louder than he normally would play it, but he was pretty sure no one was down here at this time of night. Pretty sure.

Who: Wesley, Godric and probably Hope
Where: a run down Motel somewhere
When: evening of the Monday
What: Wesley is getting drunk and playing Hulk. Godric & Hope may arrive.
Rating: There will be swearing.

Wesley had already drunk all the mini bar of the cheap motel, kicked in the television, smashed a chair and had ripped down the shower curtain just for good measure. He was destroying whenever his moods fluctuated which happened to increase whenever Hope text him. The healer didn't really want anyone to come to him but he wanted his Godric and he just had no idea what to do. He felt like being sick, and he felt like going to sleep, and he felt like smashing a bottle over his head but thankfully there was more whiskey to be found from a passing drunk outside.

There was no guarantee that either Godric or Hope would figure out where he was so for now he contented himself by lying stomach-down on the bed, bottle half-cocked to his mouth as he made half ass attempts to continue drinking.

Who: Wes and Ric (and Blake)
Where: BGH
When: Friday night
What: Wes needs cuddles
Rating: Probs swearing

Wesley needed something that wasn't food, drink, distraction or mindless tv. What he needed was his vampire, the calming and logical influence of his dear best friend. He waited in the dark of the living room until the kids were in bed, then he waited for Blake and Ric to retire. After a few brief passes of their bedroom door he waited a further hour, once the cries and grunts of 'manlove' had died down, then he crept in his jamies into the master bedroom.

It was hot in here, and it smelt of the afterglow of sex but he didn't comment on it or feel the slow burn of jealousy or desire as normal. Instead he slipped slowly onto the bed, noticing Blake's gentle breathing of a deep sleep as the couple lay tangled in the sheets. It appeared that Ric had played top dog tonight. After a moment Wes settled, then gently announced his presence by wrapping one gentle arm around Ric's form.

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Spending time together
Where: The BGH
When: Evening
Rating: TBD

First there had been dinner, then there had been shopping and by the time all was said and done, Godric was tired but satisfied. The house wasn't ready for a boatload of children just yet, but if they showed up tonight they could make do. It was a solid start. Tomorrow they could stock up on groceries, canned noodles and sauce and ravioli and boxes of macaroni and cheese, various nonparishables that children enjoyed. But for tonight, they could finally just sit down and relax. Everything had been brought upstairs and was organized (sort of) in the room and maybe later on in the night Godric would build the bookshelves and tables that were planned for the older child room.

For now, though, he could sit next to Blake on the sofa and let the demon choose whatever channel they were to watch, and be content with an arm around his shoulders. Blake had been extremely helpful tonight, animated and smiling and checking off his list with excited fervor. It was pretty cute to witness how happy he was about the prospect of children. "So," Godric said after a moment of channel flipping, "is this what you imagined when you said you wanted a house full of children someday?"

Who: Peyton and Ric
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: his office
What: a visit

Peyton wasn't feeling strong enough yet to leave. While she received the vaccine within a minute of her arrival at school, the virus moved much faster, so she did get sick, severely so, even though it was brief. Good thing she hadn't come before the school got that shot. She probably would have died within a day's time.

But, she was alive and on the mend, so she decided to stop lounging around Reese's new place and go pester her favorite person to pester. Godric. She slipped on a hoodie and flip flops and headed out to his office. It felt weird being back on campus, and she was getting a lot of looks from people who recognized her, but Peyton ignored them all. She didn't give a shit about most of them. There were very few people on campus who meant anything to her, and as soon as she was fully healed, she was teleporting her ass back to Seattle.

Arriving at Ric's office, she walked right in and flopped down in one of the big chairs in front of his desk, spinning and letting her legs dangle off the arm. "Sup, pops?"

Who: Blake, Penny and Godric
Where: Blake's apartment on campus
When: Sunday evening
What: Cured! But Blake's sill a mess.

Since calling Godric on his birthday Blake had been to say the least, distracted. Though Penny had managed to calm him down and convince him that diving off the boat to get back to Boston wasn't exactly the most sensible thing, he'd instead tried to find a cure, only to see from checking journals at the weekend that people were already being saved.

It was a relief, but also an extra worry. If people were ok, and the electricity was back on, then why wasn't Ric calling? What had happened to him, to Hope? What about everyone else? Blake just about managed to keep it together on the plane ride home, mainly for Penny's sake. He didn't envy her having to put up with him over the last few days and he'd been very conscious to try and keep the panic to a minimum.

Arriving in Danvers on Sunday evening there was one place Blake wanted to go and he immediately headed back to his apartment, Penny in tow. The door was flung open the moment the key was turned, and Blake met the scent of illness, Ric and Hope the moment he entered.

"Godric?! Godric please tell me you're here..."

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Pikcing up the drunk
Where: Starting at Blake's place
When: Around 9
Rating: PG 13
Status: In progress

It didn't take fifteen minutes to get to the campus, but Godric gave Blake some extra time to get himself prepared for company. Whatever it was that he and Penny had talked about must have been intense. When Godric had talked to the demon, he had been nervous about hurting Penny's feelings and apprehensive about an incoming relative visit. But now he was drunk on a full bottle of wine and slurring and seemingly miserable. He was apologizing for things that Godric didn't even know about, which indicated he felt guilty and self-depreciating. Penny must have done a number on Blake.

Finally, Godric arrived at Blake's place, not bothering to knock and insted letting himself in. Well, Blake hadn't been exaggerating about one thing- he did look like a mess. With a small sigh, Godric went and sat down beside the man, not saying a word, just looking on expectantly.

( Ok now was his moment... the lines of conversation, the way he could explain himself! But faced with Godric's expectant face and smelling of booze, Blake merely tilted his head and smiled, softly. 'You're so pretty.' )

Who: Blake and Godric
What: The vampire is in a fine mood
Where: Blake's office
When: First thing in the morning
Rating: PG 13

Now that Hope had returned, things just felt right. The pessemistic part of Godric was quieted for the moment, the rest of him simply reveling in the goodness of life. Things were going so well. Hope had come home, he and Blake were managing a friendship without much complication, and he was even (sort of) dating someone without worrying that it would fall to pieces and devastate everyone involved. It just seemed too good to be true.

But, for now, he would just enjoy it. Maybe soon everything would turn sour again, but that was the future. Now was now, and now was good. And right now the vampire was seeking out Blake to tell him the great news about Hope. He knocked on the demon's office door and then simply let himself in, a smile stuck on his lips. "Good morning, Mr. Elliot," he said brightly, shutting the door behind himself and taking residence in a chair across from Blake. "Hope is back. Back in Danvers, back to herself... back in my blood. She's back." Laughing a little, Godric leaned back in the chair, steepling his fingers. "I feel as though I might explode from happiness."

Who: Garret, Hope, and Godric later
What: Hope returns to Danvers
When: Hella early morning
Where: Starting at Logan Airport, then on to the BGH
Rating: PG 13

The trip back to Boston from Mexico was a complete and total pain in the ass. First, Hope had had to get a ride back into the US so she could catch a plane out of Texas because that was the only way she could get back in a timely fashion. She had decided to simply give her car to the people she had been staying with down there. They couldn't really do much with a Lotus, sure, but they could sell it and get enough money to really help out their impoverished community. After all they had done for her, they deserved it. But then, after getting to Texas and finding a flight that would work for her, she had been subject to delays because of the weather in the North East and she wasn't able to get to Logan International until roughly two hours before sunrise. That wouldn't leave much time for a prolonged hello but hopefully Garret would be okay with that.

She didn't have any checked bags to claim, only a carry on as she had tossed the rest of her stuff into a box and shipped it back to Godric's address. So when she finally made it down to meet with Garret, she was ready to go. The problem was that she was short and most of the crowd was tall and she had to pop up onto her tip toes to try to see where the taller man was standing. She finally managed to spot his handsome self and she smiled brightly as she called out his name, "Garret!" The one benefit to being small was she was able to weave her way through the crowd with relative ease, an "excuse me" muttered every now and then before she was finally near enough to fling her arms around him in a tight hug.

( His girl was home again. )

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Crossword puzzles
Where: Godric's study in the BGH
When: Evening
Rating: PG


Godric was ready for Blake's arrival. Hot water was boiling for Blake's tea, a plate was set out for his biscuits, as was the demon's favorite mug. It would be nice for the two of them to just hang out, do things they used to do. Of course, it was something they had done when they were a couple, but since it was not sexual or intimate, Godric felt it was probably okay. Unless Blake brought over a very questionable crossword book, the evening was sure to remain PG.

When Blake did finally arrive, the vampire was sitting on the countertop (something he always scolded Wesley about) reading a romance novel and looking incredibly confused. Since Ava had mentioned them, he had been curious about the kind of subject matter in them. It was... strange. At the moment the heroine, who seemed to faint at the merest sign of emotion, was awaiting her lover (with some ridiculous masculine name) to return from a war or a mission or somewhere as manly as his ridiculous name. And she was thinking about his muscles, and Godric wasn't sure if he had ever seen a muscle 'ripple' when it wasn't having a seizure. And that was certainly not romantic. "Have you ever read these?" he asked when the demon came into the kitchen. "It's nonsense! How can women possibly buy into this? It is so far removed from reality it is almost bordering on insanity!"

Who: Ava and Godric
What: A date
Where: Danvers somewhere
When: Night
Rating: PG 13


From the very moment that Godric had seen Ava descending the staircase to meet him in the living room, there had been a hard knot sitting low in his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was nerves, or dread, or guilt, but it was constant and unyielding throughout the evening. It didn't stop him from enjoying his night with the lovely vampire lady, but it was always on his mind. Perhaps Nox had been right, and he was pushing himself into another messy situation that was doomed to failure. But this wasn't exactly a romantic date, so it was unlikely that things would go south as a result. Or... was it a romantic date? He had dressed somewhat casually, his blue silk shirt and dark slacks, but Ava had been absolutely stunning. Almost breathtaking, if he'd had any breath to give. There was something about her that captivated him, like a secret that he knew was inside her but still needed discovering. She had revealed so much of herself to him as of late, and the more he discovered, the more he wanted to know.

Of course, getting to know Ava had not come without a price. Much of the evening had been filled with innuendo that made Godric flustered (and that was only the stuff he actually picked up on) and seemingly innocent personal questions that made him both exasperated and embarassed. But even with Ava's smug little smirk, Godric found himself rather enjoying his evening. He didn't want the night to end, so after dinner he drove his guest out into the wilderness, refusing to tell her their destination while he wore his own little smirk. "You will see," is all he told her.

Who: Godric and Georgette
What: A visit
Where: The BGH
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13


There was one person Georgette had yet to cross of her list of who she wanted to visit whilst in town and she wanted to make it count. With her best casual but sexy outfit the vampire took a cab to the end of the road, tipping the driver generously before strutting her way down the path. If he wasn't home it'd be a surprise. He was mostly holed up in his study and it was an hour after twilight, which was normally too early for him to be doing anything personal... though she supposed hiding away was personal to him.

Rapping on the door George hummed, hips at an angle as she waited, patiently, to be received.

( I should have known. )

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Blake has made a slight error in judgement
When: Evening
Where: The BGH
Rating: PG 13

In the darkness of his apartment Blake gently infused the bubbling beaker in front of him with a sprig of heather, making the heated liquid purple. It had been a productive evening, in the plight to get this block from his head. Penny had helped immensely, giving him some old spells, but they hadn’t been completely what he wanted and so the witch had taken to amending the texts and structure of the spells with bits from his own investigations. It had resulted in this - the concoction before him. Brewed for nine hours it was almost ready. He merely had to say the incantation, down the liquid, and then feel the wall come down...

It was odd. Everything he did or didn’t feel was making him half the man he was meant to be and though he risked destroying everything he’d worked towards (he had mastered his powers, he was balanced, he was rational!) there was something to be said for not knowing who he was. Like a gaping hole in his head making him no use to anyone. And the rush of sadness but immense joy that had come at reading everything Ric had written.... It was like he’d been shown a glimpse of what being awake was like.

He had to do it. And so as soon as the liquid congealed he murmured the words that would instantly cool it, the flames dying. A deep breath was taken and Blake reached out to lift it from its case. It was now or never. He trusted himself enough to think he’d got it right. A frown creased his brow.

( To me. )

Who: Ava and Ric
What: Distraction
Where: BGH
When: Friday night/Saturday morning.

Everything was moved, with help from her recruited band of helpers. Ava had had her fun teasing and flirting along the way, distracting herself from this step of walking away from her married life, but eventually she was left on her own, in her new apartment. She could have called someone over. Ana would probably be there in a second if she said she needed company, or Ava could have just walked across the hall to her sister's own apartment, but Ana had been dealing with her twin the whole break, she deserved some time with Adam without worrying about her twin, and Ava knew her sister was worried. If only she could convince her there was no reason to...

In the end it was the piano which drove her out. It was hard not to end up looking at the present from Charlie, since it took up a fair amount of the living area. She was going to have to get a screen to hide it, just until it stopped hurting so much to see it, but that wasn't going to happen tonight, so she'd go out. She packed an overnight bag, and Ava ran away from the problem, although it was unlikely she would ever admit that was what she was doing.

A bottle of whiskey and a bottle of tequila was picked up, more as a habit than for their ability to actually numb anything, although she could give it a good go, and she continued on her way. Eventually she found herself at her destination though. Godric Witt's house. The alcohol went in her bag, and she knocked on the door, waiting to see who answered.