The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

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

( Talk. I'm listening. )

Who: Hope and Wesley.
When: afternoon / evening
Where: The BGH
What: Wesley needs to talk to his baby.
Rating: tbd

So being a juvenile kid was stupid. He knew that. But he also knew that Charlie had been right and he should come clean with Hope about the myriad of feelings he was experiencing lately. He was up and down like a junkie going cold turkey but maybe that's what it was. His emotions weren't stable still and he was rushing it with Hope to try and forgo that. Now he had the massive hots for his female double and he was lusting after men still. Fucking... he needed to talk to her.

Whereas Ric would probably know what to say, Ric wasn't at home. In head or in physical form. So it was with heavy feet that Wesley trudged up to his room, waiting a minute before he stepped in to see Hope.

Who: Wesley and Max
What: Healing
Where: The BGH
When: Late night
Rating: PG 13

Max had a clear head about him, even though he knew that he was in a lot of trouble. But he knew what he had to do. First, he needed to find the Sex Nurse. If he could do that, and quickly, then he would be okay. Maurice had given him a ride to the house, but Max insisted that he would be okay on his own from there. He didn't want Maurice getting too involved with his real life. They were just in business together, so their mutual trust only spread so far. Although after tonight, Max was pretty sure that he really liked his vampire friend.

Walking up to the front door, Max was covered in scratches and in blood, thankfully most of it not his. Not so thankfully, most of it belonged to the enormous rotweiler in his arms. The animal was scratched and bitten, muscle and tendon exposed beneath shredded skin, its breathing labored and uneven. As he got to the door, Max knew that the polite thing to do was to knock, but he was in too much of a hurry to be polite. So he let himself in, sniffing the air and looking for the healer. When he finally found the right room, Max twisted the doorknob and let himself in, grunting softly beneath the weight of the dog in his arms. "Sex Nurse," he said calmly, even though a part of him wanted to fly into a panic. "I need help. You have to fix him."

Who: Wesley & Hope
Where: Flamingo's - Lloyd's club
When: Saturday Night
What: a Date!

Wearing a rather dashing outfit for his evening with hope Wesley had so far booked the VIP table at Lloyd's club, organised a very lavish meal with champagne and extra vampire delicacies. He had been sweet, attentive, and very Wesley like with stupid jokes and clumsiness.

He was nervous, because he'd not done what he was about to do in a long long time, and he was also not as confident as he was. Hope might laugh at him and walk out. Others might laugh at him and walk out. Mandy might be somewhere, hell even Garret might be, and he knew Lloyd was gonna watch. Who knew who else was gonna turn up just to see him make an ass of himself. He'd die if Ric was there....

Wesley tapped his fingers on the table, looking at the stage where some girls were doing the cancan. "I can see right up their skirts."

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: Wesley & Blake
Where: BGH
When: Sunday morning
What: Wesley asks Blake a question that's been niggling.

It was dead silent in the house. Blake was sprawled face-first on the sofa, one arm behind him and the other on the floor. He looked, for all intents and purposes, absolutely shattered. A very bright healer was already roaming the house, having been up for hours with his sneaking boots on. After creeping past the sleeping demon all day Wesley couldn’t handle it any more. He went over and settled next to him, inching those long legs up the cushions so that he had some space, before the healer smiled at the sleeping beauty and clapped his hands loudly.

Having been given the fright of his life Blake jolted awake, inhaling some of the fluff from the cushion as he snorted back to consciousness. On hearing the healer’s chortles the demon gazed blearily over to him, hair flopping into his eyes. “Who died?”

( You are scary sometimes. )

Who: Wesley and Hope
Where: His room
When: evening Saturday
What: Hope wants to talk to Wesley.

Why did he leave his damn IM on? Wesley shoved the laptop aside and continued to sulk as he turned to watch the TV. It had been Family Guy illuminating the darkened room but since his conversation with Hope he wasn't really paying any attention. Even when his favourite scene came up he didn't realise. Time was that he'd have some peanuts or whiskey in his room but since Rogergate he'd not bothered to fill his up his stash beneath the bed.

Waiting for the inevitable soft "hey" that would come to the door, then the lovely woman would come through his door, flutter those brown eyes at him and then talk in her sweet fucking Scottish voice...

Who: Wesley and Justin (dadda)
Where: The BGH kitchen
When: Tuesday morning
What: Confrontatiosn and 'friendly help'
Note: Swearing
Status: Completed!

( Five years without a fucking phone call and suddenly you're fucking Ghandi MacIntyre? )

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: Darwin and Blake (and Wes)
Where: the BGH
When: afternoon of the Wednesday
What: The prodigal cousin shows up.

The house that Darwin stood infront of was a little startling. When he’d heard his dear Cousin was in America he hadn’t expected him to be residing at yet another supernatural school let alone to have a house as grand as this. It was a little impressive, almost, that Blake had done so well for himself. He’d half anticipated an apartment, or a bungalow. Maybe a small townhouse with enchanted gnomes in the front garden. Little did he know that the house did not just shelter Blake but his other half, his other half’s childe, six Finnish children, their brother, Godric’s honorary brother, and the occasional daughter or friend.

He would soon be introduced to a shadow this, for when he knocked on the door he heard several voices, some speaking a language he’d last heard and understood many years ago. Eventually a familiar English voice greeted his ears asking someone to ‘go upstairs, please!’ and he steeled himself for what might be an awkward reunion.

( Are you married? Are you in trouble? )

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: Mandy & Wesley
Where: A diner in town
When: Afternoon time
What: Mandy's gonna tell Wessers who the father is

The drive to the diner was short, but it still took them a considerable way from the school, far enough so that he knew the food wold be good. Once there Wesley had ordered his usual burger immediately, with side order of curly fries and a giant cola. Wesley wasn't afraid of food so he'd ordered a side of garlic bread too. Anything to fill his face and give him time enough to make up some other story to tell her to cover his own real secret.

He just wanted to avoid everything right now, call Kimmi, and just go to sleep. But he'd promised Mandy that he would at least try... "I want a milkshake," he announced suddenly. "Do you think it's too late to order a milkshake? Lilja had one yesterday and I've craved one ever since."

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Evening
Where: Hope's apartment
What: A pity party

( Anything you need... to quote ET, I'll be right here. )

Who: Frankie and Wes
When: Friday night
Where: her room
What: A DATE! And CHRISTMAS!

Green, check. Christmas, check. Chocolate, check. Frankie had all the ingredients. Sure, it was all confined to her dorm room, but she was on a budget. A very strict budget. It was nice though. A warm winter wonderland that glittered and smelled delicious.

She'd hung the stockings with care over a cardboard cutout of a fireplace. It really was a shame it wasn't the real thing, but as far as Frankie knew, none of the dorm rooms had fireplaces, even though it would be a good idea for the fire users on campus. Still, the space heater kept the room cozy.

She'd cut out lots of paper snowflakes and hung them from the ceiling. Each one had been dipped in glitter so it shown brightly in the candlelight. Candles were essential. They made the world more magical, and wasn't that what Christmas was all about? It celebrated a miracle. It made people believe in the impossible and all that was good in the world.

Presents were important too. Anyone who celebrated Christmas who claimed that gifts weren't important was flat out lying. So Frankie had gift wrapped about a dozen boxes filled with handmade chocolates that took her several days to whip up (what? she still had classes and work to worry about !). The presents were all arranged on a small dining table in the middle of the room. And they were surrounded by more candles.

It looked like quite the romantic and festive scene. Oh, she'd also 'borrowed' some plants from the greenhouse. Holly, mistletoe, and poinsettias. They were all lovely and they brought green into the room.

But then came the most important part of all. SANTA! Every Christmas party needed a Santa, someone to bestow joy upon others. Good thing Frankie was a big fan of the holiday AND costumes. She also wasn't the least bit shy about her body, which was a good thing given this particular costume.

With everything ready, Frankie simply waited for her date to arrive! Oh, while listening to some Christmas carols.

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Night
Where: Wes' On Campus Apartment
What: Hope is in need of a place to stay.

( Here I am wearing my lucky knickers and not so much as an ass grab! )

Who: Frankie and Wes
When: Monday afternoon
Where: his place
What: special delivery!
Rating: hard sayin', just a lot of flirting right now (and apparently some smoochin' too!)

Frankie felt bad for Wes. He'd been running himself ragged for days! Poor guy really had been stretched to the limit taking care of so many sick people. He deserved a little pampering. It was the least Frankie could do after he patched her up. Hopefully, Starbuck and Belle were feeling well enough to step up so Wes could rest.

She had volunteered to bring him soup and read him a story, but fresh baked goods sounded better. Showing up at his door, the sprite knocked softly, just in case he was sleeping. On her arm was a little basket filled with a variety of cookies and cannoli.

Who: Frankie and Wes
When: Tuesday, around 3:45pm
Where: the infirmary
What: the sprite made a hard landing in flying class

Frankie, despite her hard work in flying class, would never be great at it. Sure, she could get around with her wings and make some maneuvers, but she lacked the finesse and grace that most winged beings had. It wasn't her fault. She'd not really been able to practice in the open, and since she hated her wings so much as a child, she outright avoided using them. They stayed hidden. Ignored.

But now that she was making a real effort to develop the skill, she knew to expect some stumbles along the way. Like today. They were doing drills that required some disorientation prior to take off. It was meant to teach them how to evade an attack, which often was disorientating. But Frankie was a bit dizzy, and she misjudged her landing. She crashed into the floor, missing the cushioned mats entirely. The 'landing' caused the knees of her jeans to rip open, as well as the skin beneath them. Leaving class early, hobbling all the way, she headed to the infirmary to get patched up.

Frankie expected to find Starbuck, because he was there so damn often, but Wes was there instead. "Can ya spare some healing juice for an embarrassed, klutzy sprite?" she asked with a goofy grin and a shrug. Frankie then plopped down on an empty bed and pointed to the blood stains on the knees of her jeans.

Who: Declan and Wesley
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Danvers
What: Dec wants to take Wes out for dinner


Signing off the computer, Declan smiled. He'd cleared his plans with Keely, and she didn't mind since she was spending a lot of time with Billy anyways. The two had just hit it off well and were cooking buddies among other things. So with his night free and clear, he'd thought it was well past time he'd thanked Wes appropriately. After a quick shower, he dried off to throw on boxers, thick jeans, a black t-shirt and a moss green sweater that brought out his eyes. Throwing on a leather jacket completed the ensemble and Dec was ready to go.

Right on time, he pulled up in front of the house where Wesley was staying. Dec bounced from foot to foot on the porch, knocking quickly then shoving his hands into his pockets. It was bloody cold and he was glad he left the car running, heat blasting to warm his soon-to-be-frozen fingers. When the door opened he grinned, taking a long moment to admire Wesley's outfit. "You look great."

Who: Mandy and Wesley
What: Father/daughter cuddles
Where: Starting on campus
When: After her talk with Rorie
Rating: PG


It was hard to walk down a corridor crying without people asking what was the matter with you, especially in a place like TJS where everyone seemed to need to know everyone else's business. Mandy was practically running through the hallways to avoid people, because she couldn't be very convincing that she was fine and she didn't want to tell anyone the truth. It hadn't gone well with Rorie, not at all. She felt horrible. She felt so horrible it was making her feel sick. She didn't want Rorie to have nothing to do with his kid, because it was his kid. But she had seen him, and his life, and the people he surrounded himself with, and how could she possibly let a baby into that environment? Rorie loved Garret more than was probably sane, and Mandy liked Garret kinda, but Garret was probably the last person on Earth she wanted to be around her kid all the time as an influential figure. And Mal... she couldn't even imagine him with a baby. She couldn't imagine a house with three men who all lived like bachelors raising a baby. This wasn't a cheesy 80s movie, it was reality. And in reality, she would be better off raising it alone.

Mandy didn't want to be by herself right now, and she didn't want to be with a friend, so there was only one place and one person she needed. Quieting her sniffled and wiping her face, she walked through the infirmary with her head down so no one took much notice of her, looking from room to room until she found her dad. Thankfully he was alone, either doing some paperwork like he was supposed to or drawing obscene stick figure flip comics on the corners of the reports. Again. Without a word, Mandy went to him and wedged herself into his arms, face resting against his chest.

Who: Wesley and Mandy.
Where: her room in the BGH
When: afternoon
What: Wesley finally realises...

Wesley had loved his gift from Mandy because it had brought back lots of memories of his younger days when the records had been brought out, but then the more he listened to Papa Don’t Preach, as requested by his daughter, the more the penny began to drop. It was one of those pennies that had been thrown from a great height, building speed and becoming impossibly fast until it could crack the skull of the person standing below. Wesley happened to be that person.

There was a part of him that really didn’t believe it. Mandy was a lesbian, how could she be pregnant? After dreading addressing it he gave Mandy some time and space to breathe, letting her choose if she wanted to come down or stay up there. The exchanged messages finally got through to her and he found himself infront of his daughter’s door, about to knock but finding that a formality not worth doing. He stepped into her room like a man stepping into a room at a wake, silent and nervous, but respectful.

“Got room for an old man?”