BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Jamie and Jason
Where: Jason's Home
When: July 15th, Evening

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Who: Jamie and Jason
Where: Regan High School Gym
When: Saturday Night, 4/17, Prom

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Who: Jamie and Jason
Where: Regan High School Cafeteria
When: Thursday, 3/19, lunch time

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Who: Camille and Jason
Where: Regan High, Hallway
When: Monday Afternoon, Dec. 7

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Who: Jason and Cassie (TBC)
Where: Avarice
When: Friday night (November 20)

To Cassie, this was her idea of heaven. Hanging out in a hot club (Avarice) with a gorgeous, popular boy (Jason), and for once, being the girl that OTHER girls looked at with envy. She was far too used to being on the other side of that. But tonight? Damn. She looked GOOD. The young girl was in a shiny red skirt she'd had Lucy help her pick out, that showed off her legs without being too snug (as really, cute as Cassie was, she didn't have much of a figure, curves-wise), and a tight red blouse they'd found at Macy's that was cut juuuust low enough to reveal a hint of the swell of her small breasts. Along with the superb makeup job Lucy's done on her, Cassie, if she didn't mind saying so herself, looked DAMN fine tonight.

Jason was glad to be out. He was even more glad that it was a Friday evening before a long holiday. It was like he was able to completely relax and with Cassie by his side, everything felt better. The music was good, the food was good, and there was a distinct lack of drama going on. (At least as far as he was concerned.) With one arm draped over Cassie's shoulders, he leaned back in his seat and held her close.

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaason..." she coo'ed sweetly, looking up at him with those big, bright blue eyes. "I see those wheels a-turnin' up there... penny for your thoughts?" She snuggled into him, wondering to herself what he had been thinking (if anything) about their relationship. They'd been going out a lot, but nothing had ever been made... official. She'd never heard him refer to her as his girlfriend, or anything like that, and she was starting to wonder exactly WHAT it was they had.

He laughed at the way she said his name and looked down at her, his brows arched. "No idea what you're talking about, Cass." And if he had any idea that she was wondering – or had been wondering – about the status of their "relationship," he didn't show it. Truth was, he liked hanging out with Cassie. She was easy to get along with and she was so unlike every other girl he knew. Maybe that was why he hadn't bothered to define anything. It just hadn't crossed his mind that they might need to. Tucking her hair behind her ear, he flashed her one of his trademark grins. "Did I tell you how great you look tonight?"

Who: Patience and Pat OT Wedding Guests
Where: The Grove @ The Ephemeral Gardens
When: Saturday night, directly after the wedding (October 17)

Once the ceremony was over, Patience wanted to speed through signing the marriage license and taking a metric fuck-ton of pictures with the bridal party. Not that she didn't love everyone for being a part of this, but it was done. She was officially, legally, Mrs. Patrick McConnell. Nothing else mattered except kicking off her shoes and dancing the night away underneath the stars with her absolutely amazing husband.

All right. Maybe she'd have some food and do a few shots, too, but the bottom line was that she wanted to PARTY. It was amazing to her that nothing oh-my-god AWFUL had happened during the ceremony. It didn't feel completely real…until she looked down at the wedding ring on her hand and then it all hit her. So, yeah, she kept staring at it. That didn't make her a freak or anything.

She'd pulled Pat into another borderline inappropriate kiss once they'd joined the guests – not that anyone should have been a stranger to seeing them all over each other. Laughing and smiling – happier than she could ever remember being in her life – she'd taken his hand as they moved to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. Going with the Beatles theme, they'd agreed on Ozzy's cover of "In My Life" - and funny as it could have been, she simply thought it was utterly romantic.

Who: Kat and Jason (But ATTN: All Regan High Students)
Where: Regan High
When: Friday morning (before school)


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Who: Cassie and Jason
Where: Shooting Star Comics (and then for a drive)
When: Thursday afternoon

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Who: Camille OT Jason, Kat, and Cassie
Where: Regan High School Hallway
When: Afternoon, b/w sixth and seventh period

One of Camille's friends had downloaded their locker combinations from the school's computer. Cassie, Kat, and Jason. While she had to know where Cassie and Kat's lockers were, Camille knew Jason's locker by heart. This wasn't a matter of the heart, though. This was something else.

For Kat, Camille had actually went a little easy. Well, easy in her mind, anyway. Camille had only covered her stuff in shaving cream and threw some streamers in there as well. A mess, but not quite as malicious as what she did to the other two lockers.

In Cassie's locker, she had left a half-dissected squid. She couldn't get a hold of a fish on such short notice, so she raided the biology lab instead. She also knew that squid smelled extra bad because combining the formaldehyde with the natural smell of a squid was known to stink up the hallway for a month after the dissection day. Everyone knew that.

Her nastiest wrath was saved for Jason. She had covered both the inside and the outside of his locker with pictures of little girls. Between the ages of five and ten. Just stuff that had been clipped from magazines. However, they were glued in, so they wouldn't come off easily. She had also painted on the outside of his locker, "This is what turns Jason on," just to make sure that the message had gotten across.

She then blew off the rest of school. Some of her cronies would tell her how they reacted. They would be waiting somewhere around all three of the lockers, after all. It wasn't that she didn't want to see their reaction: she just needed to get to her hair appointment before cheerleading practice. Roots didn't touch up themselves, after all.

Who: Kat OT Regan High Students
Where: Regan High (quad)
When: Thursday afternoon (lunch; feel free to have different groups branch off doin' their own thing)


Kat had decided the best part of LA was the weather. The open quad in the middle of campus was a great place to get a little sun and while she wasn't exactly beach-ready in her denim skirt and double-layered camis, the warmth still felt good on her skin. She should probably worry about cancer, right, but she'd probably die way before it ever became an issue.

Sitting at one of the picnic tables set up outside for students to utilize during their breaks or during the communal grazing of the cows (aka: lunch), she leafed through the book Harrison had given her, reading whatever passages caught her eye, but mostly looking at the pictures. She jumped with a neon pink flier fell into her vision and turned around with a very 'WTF' expression.

The culprit, some blonde in a mini-dress and stiletto heels (who the hell wore that to school, anyway?!?...besides half the girls at Regan...) had already moved on to the next table.

Turning back to her book, she picked up the paper. MIDNIGHT MADNESS were the words in bold at the top. It was something about a beach bonfire party after the upcoming Back-to-School dance. Like she even planned to go to that. Crumpling the paper up, she tossed it to the middle of the table and went back to her reading.

Who: Gideon York OT: Any Regan Highschoolers
Where: Outside, school grounds
When: Tuesday morning

He sat at one of the picnic tables that served as the high school's outdoor lunch seating. Gideon York, one of Regan High's resident geeks was double checking all of his homework one more time before school started. Dressed in his signature short sleeve dress shirt, sweatervest, and tie, his thought soon wandered to it's usual topic (Lydia) and then bounced to a more recent topic of the band he had auditioned for.

Gideon was very nervous about the whole thing and full of hope. He hoped he got in, as playing guitar was a dream in his life that he never really thought would happen. But, from what he understood, there were several other candidates (all with more experience than him) who were being considered along with him. The geek heaved a sigh, staring down at his algebra homework.

Who: Camille OT Jason
Where: Regan High, Hallway
When: Monday, lunchtime

Camille tapped her Prada shoe on the floor impatiently as she waited for Jason to come to his locker. She couldn't believe that he was taking some scrawny little fifteen year old kid to the dance over her. How dare he do such a thing? What was he smoking when he thought to ask her out? It had to be drugs, because that was the only way that Jason would ask Cassie over her. Or a spell, if such things worked.

She looked at her Tiffany watch as she waited. No one kept her waiting. Of course, no one asked some nerd to the Back to School Dance over her, either. If he was trying to teach her some sort of lesson, or test her will, then she had a few things to teach him. Like how NO ONE did this to her. She could ruin the lot of them if she felt like it. She was not a girl to be crossed.

Who: Jason and Cassie
Where: Reagan High
When: Friday afternoon

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Who: Cassie and Jason
Where: Reagan High
When: Friday morning

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