The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Xander and Harlow
What: Dinner and possible hijinks
Where: Xander's temporary Staff apartment
When: Dinner time, around 7pm
Rating: TBD, possibly high

( How quickly could an angel fall that wasn't very high on the belief chart to begin with? )

Who: Xander and Ava
Where: Bar/Club in town
When: Saturday Night
Why: Getting out, having fun.

( A demon and a vampire walk into a bar... )

Who: Mac and Vinnie
When: Friday Morning 8:00 am
Where: The track/edge of campus?
What: Hanging out

Mac had been up only for about a half hour. A bottle of water and an apple for breakfast, she'd taken Sid for a walk in the dark morning air that had begun to acquire a slight chill to it. A pair of vintage looking track shorts, something right out of the 70s, a gray hoodie, varsity socks pulled up to her knees and sneakers, Mac made her way out to the usual meeting spot for Track, her first of four today. After this she had dance, blades, and swimming. A full plate was an understatement when it came to Mac and the work load she'd taken on. A need to dive back into some sort of routine and sense of ritual and normalcy had been the source of her choices in taking on so much and fortunately, it'd kept her from feeling too out of place or lonely without much time to herself after her weekend job and homework were added onto the list of responsibilities.

Stretching along with the rest of the group, she glanced up, spotting an approaching shadow and caught sight of Vinnie. She'd already learned everyone's names though she barely spoke in class unless it was to answer questions or ask them. Feeling a little more confidant with him after their one time online exchange of comments, she'd offer a polite smile and quiet, "Hey." As he passed, returning to stretching out her legs before she straightened up and began stretching her arms and back for the run they were all about to take.

Who: Frankie and Jason
Where: Frankie's room
When: Late evening
What: Frankie's upset and Jason's gonna give her alcohol

Jason shut down his computer, still mildly horrified at the video he'd been forced to watch after signing onto his journal. Disturbing. Still, Frankie needed someone. She was obviously upset, especially since she was in love with the guy. Jason thought, from what he'd heard, that Fox was a complete and utter asshole and Frankie was better off without him, but he was determined to keep his opinions to himself. They wouldn't help her tonight. Standing and after putting on deodorant, Jason grabbed the bottle of Jack, a couple glasses and left his room barefoot. He wasn't going too far so he didn't mind the tile under his feet.

Shifting the glasses and bottle to one hand, Jason knocked on the door, hearing soft sniffles and some shuffling inside. He waited patiently, wanting to let Frankie get herself settled before she let him in. Poor sprite. She didn't deserve this heartache and he'd only known her a short time.

Who: Frankie, Fox and (later) Kindle
When: Evening
Where: The Boston Apartment
What: Fox tells Frankie about his talk with Vinnie and things get interesting.

( So no injuries? )

Who: Fox and (hopefully) Frankie
When: Late night
Where: Campus, Boston
What: Someone's gotta eat crow!
Rating: Cover Your Eyes!

Right after the conversation with Charlie, Fox logged off the computer and hopped into the shower to minimize the smell of the alcohol. It wouldn't do to show up reeking of whiskey, even though he didn't really have all that much. Ten minutes later he emerged clean and freshly scented. He took a moment to look up the number of a cab company and ensured one would be at the front gates of the school in twenty minutes. It didn't give him much time, but he didn't need a lot anyways.

Dressing quickly in a pair of his nice jeans and a soft, blue button down dress shirt, Fox slid into his books, sprayed some cologne and stuffed his pockets with the necessities before heading out the door. He didn't bother leaving a note for Reese, since he doubted his roommate even really cared. Heading out doors, he headed toward the greenhouse. Thankfully, he'd remembered to look it up on the map between tugging on his pants and his shirt. A couple minutes later, he slipped inside and started dashing around to all the flowers that looked pretty enough to clip. He used his pocketknife to cut the stems then bunched the group of random flowers together. He thought it didn't look too bad. Finding a thin coil of wire, he broke off a piece and tire the mess together tightly so it'd stay and raced out the door to the gate. Fox had spent more time than he'd thought in the green house.

Once in the cab, he gave the address to Frankie's apartment and waited through the drive, wondering what the hell he'd say. What he'd do if Vinnie saw him, and how the hell he'd make it if Frankie said no.

Who: Jason and Aislyn
When: Afternoon
Where: Front lawn of the school
What: A challenge of speed has been issued!

Who: Frankie and Fox
When: Afternoon through evening
What: Going for a ride!
Rating: TBD (Probably PG)


Fox closed his laptop after putting up the away message that was intended to elicit another blush from Frankie. He could tell she was upset and if she'd been down the hall, he'd've already left to go hug her. As it was, she was in Boston and he was going to have to drive to see her. But that wasn't far for a friend. Slipping into his boots, he paused at the thought. He'd been here only a few months and already he had friends and was willing to change a bit of who he was to make someone more comfortable. Like Frankie. He liked her, and because she'd asked he'd stopped hitting on her. It was a definite change for him to be friends with a woman, but he was coming to find that he liked it.

With a smile, he finished getting ready, grabbing his extra helmet for Frankie and leaving the room, not bothering to leave a note for his roommate. The guy was as much as an asshole as Fox, so what the hell did he care?

Within the promised hour, though he'd had a wrong turn or two, Fox had parked his bike in the lot near Frankie's apartment and was knocking on the door, both helmets tucked under one arm. The day was nice and he was glad he'd worn jeans paired with a simple white button down shirt under his jacket. It was nice enough that if they stopped anywhere he wouldn't look too bad, but he'd be comfortable on the bike just driving.

Who: Jason and Aislyn
When: Afternoon
Where: Student lounge
What: A meet and greet between sprite and dhampir
Status: Complete

Who: Malakai and Addie
When: Afternoon, after lunch
Where: Professor Hardy's office
What: Addie wants to create havoc with her new sponsor.  Where's Cassie when you need her?


Damned upcoming finals. Malakai was seriously considering giving everyone either a take home to be turned in the last day of class, before the week of tests, or just a huge ass essay that was due the last day. But both of those required him sitting down in front of a computer and coming up with questions and ideas to test their knowledge of the lore. Bloody hard to do when he'd only come in during the middle of the year and their professor before him was covering all sorts of wild topics with no plan. Idiot.

Dragging a hand through his hair for what had to be the hundreth time that afternoon, Malakai shoved back from the desk. He was getting bored grading their work, seeing the same wrong answer again and again. Did they all just get together after class and select an answer from a hat? It was ridiculous. Leaning back in his chair, he held his hand in front of his face, easily conjuring a ball of fire to play with. To amuse himself, he tossed the flaming sphere into the air and caught it single handedly. It was something to do, something to occupy his mind as he sat and weighed the various options for the student's exams. What would be the best method to both test their comprehension and analysis powers without expecting pure material regurgitation? The ball continued to soar into the air, flames tickling his palm as he caught it.

Turning his head, he picked the pen back up, continuing to play with the ball as he continued to grade the papers. He could hear students walking up and down the halls, and his ears twitched as he picked out a set of footsteps leading to his door and stopping just outside. Forewarned, he continued to casually toss the ball of fire and grade, his sensitive nose picking up a scent on the other side of the door. One he recognized easily though he'd only met her once. Keeping his eyes on the ink covered pages, he smirked. "Hello there, Addie," he greeted as the door opened.

Who: Fox and Frankie
When: After this, evening
Where: Fox's room
What: Frankie's upset and needs a drink with a friend


Fox sighed and closed his computer, knowing that Frankie was probably already on his way over. When the hell did he become a dual psychologist/therapist? He sure as hell wasn't qualified to deal with this shit. That's why there was a shrink on staff. To help people deal with these issues. If he didn't think Frankie would scorch the hell out of him, he may just mention it. Maybe he'd wait until she had a couple drinks in her.

Glancing at the door, he made sure it was unlocked before pulling out a couple glasses and the bottles he had stashed around the room. There were a couple types of rum, the bottle of Disaronno, a vodka and a tequila. He hoped she'd like at least one of those. Fox knew that Astrid was partial to the Disa, which was why he kept it around. Personally, it was too sugary sweet, though it was nice every once in awhile. Oh well, that's what friends were for.

Hearing the knock on the door, he called out. "C'mon in, Sparky."

Who: Jason, Astrid and OPEN
When: Around 10am
Where: Student Lounge
What: Two old friends meet up!


Jason strolled into the lounge, dropping his books onto one of the tables and plopping down into a chair. This was crazy. Why the hell did he leave when he was a month away from graduating, only to drop into a brand new school, a month before summer break? Shaking his head, he pulled out the first textbook he found. Supernatural history. Sighing, he flipped it open to the beginning chapter and started to read. He was at least grateful that he didn't have to take finals. He was being given the opportunity to sit in classes and learn, without all the added pressures that came from tests, projects, and quizzes. In a way, he was auditing the courses. At the very least, it gave him an idea of what to expect for the fall semester.

"Maybe I can finish my classes for my degree over the summer. That wouldn't be so bad." Chewing on the cap of his pen, a bad habit he had yet to change, he scanned the paragraph again, taking in the information printed on the page.

Who: Fox and Charlie
Where: Charlie's Apartment
When: Evening
What: Fox needs a friend. And a drink.


Fox had received a letter from the Joe's Lawyers earlier in the week, informing him that all the legalities had been finished. What was Joe Bronsky's, was now legally Todd Wiley's. Due to the work he'd been throwing himself into, school and paycheck wise, Fox hadn't really taken time to let it sink in. Now he needed to sell a car, cancel the lease on the apartment in Farmville, and ensure that all the bank accounts were transferred into his name. If he wanted to, he could quit working and live quite happily on what was left from Joe's investments.

Mentally, it was a bit to much to handle.

So of course, Fox left his room, with the letter on the desk and walked outside. He had no real direction or goal, but still managed to find himself outside Charlie's door. With a shrug, he knocked, wondering briefly if Ava was home. It'd be interesting if she was home, since he had quite an enjoyable time with their fashion show. Either way, it wasn't her he'd come to see.

Who: Fox and Will
When: Evening
Where: Fox's room
What: Will waltzes right on in with booze

Fox was laying back in his bed, shirtless as was his custom in his room, with his laptop resting against his bent knees. There was some random comedy show playing on his small television. His homework was done for the night and there was a bottle of Jack sitting open on the floor next to him. While browsing the internet, finding random games to play, Fox let his mind drift over what had happened earlier in the week. He'd met up with Astrid reading out of her Book of Shadows, ran into a couple other associates in the hallways and has an interesting tussle with a girl down the hall. All in all, not a bad week for a Wednesday.

Opening a new window, he started to browse the journals, to see if anyone had posted anything interesting. As usual, it was all whiny shit, but he'd come to expect that by now. Scrolling through the pages reminded him that Will had threatened to barge into his room at some point. Chuckling softly, he wondered when that would be.

Turning his head as the door opened, Fox grinned cheekily, "Speak of the devil."

Who: Jack & Fox
When: Thursday evening
Where: Fox's Room
What: Jack and Fox talk about feelings -- but do it manly style. With booze!

Jack would have been worried about the alcohol in his backpack if he thought security actually cared. As it was, he strolled along quite pleasantly, bag slung off one shoulder, toward Fox's room. Poor guy. Jack felt really bad for him. Joe Bronsky had been his only family -- hell, his only real friend, from the sound of it -- and that guy was gone. Jack had felt more than alone when his grandfather died, but he had had his grandmother and Rae to think of. Fox had no one.

When the half-angel let him in, he swung the pack over to his front and unzipped it immediately. "Hey man, what's up."

( And the night of revelry begins. )

Who: Fox, and special cameo appearances by Kat and Susa!
When: Saturday, April 12, 2008, evening
Where: Farmville, VA, Macado's
What: Fox needs to unwind after the funeral


( You still strike me as a burrito guy. )

Who: Fox
When: Mid-morning through afternoon
Where: Farmville, VA
What: The funeral and memorial service


( You should be there. )

Who: Fox
When: Late evening
Where: His room
What: Fox reads a letter from home, and takes action


( Thought you should know. )

Who: Fox and Astrid
Where: Fox's room
When: Friday evening
What: Astrid's upset and comes to Fox


Fox had finally finished his math homework that was given to him earlier that day and leaned back in his chair to take a deep breath. A homework free weekend was ahead, and boy was he happy about it. Considering Saturday was booked with getting a haircut from Rae in the morning, then toking up and being ridiculous with Vinnie and Frankie in the evening, he was happy not to have this lurking in the back of his mind as a buzz kill.

Setting his homework in his notebook, he reached up to set it on the book shelf above his desk. For a moment, his attention was diverted to the letter he'd received in the morning's mail. Not many people knew he was here, so it was interesting that he'd gotten anything. Picking up the envelope, he noticed the return address was from his hometown in Virginia. Doubly interesting.

He'd been wanting to read it most of the day, but had been busy trying to get work done, and having gone into town for shopping. Fox was now completely prepped for Saturday night activities and getting high. Flipping over the letter, he started to rip it open, curious as to what was inside.

At that moment, an insistent knock resounded on the door. Sighing, Fox tossed the letter back on the desk and stood. As was his custom in his room, he was shirtless and barefoot, left only in the jean he'd worn all day. Opening the door, he leaned against the frame. "Yeah?" His bored expression fell when he saw who was there, turning into one of concern. "Astrid? What's wrong?"

Who: Malakai and Ana
When: After Myths and Legends and Demonic Lore
Where: Outside class
What: The two meet up to chat



Malakai gathered his books and papers together after his class. Myths and Legends had gone extraordinarily well earlier in the day and his own lesson went just as well. He was expecting that since it was Thursday, the students would be gearing up for the weekend and the time to themselves, but it seemed that most of them were actually paying attention. Most of them being the operative word.

Moving out of the classroom, he closed the door behind him. A faint whiff of death reached his nose and he turned casually. Death usually meant either the ghosts that wandered the halls, or one of the local vampires. It seemed, in this case, it was the latter. She looked familiar, as if he'd seen he around before. One of the twins, and it was either Ana or Ava. Malakai took a guess.

"Ana, right?"