Halcyon Halls

Who: Fisher and Ita
What: Clothes Shopping
Where: Downtown
When: Afternoonish
Why: Emo boy needs some color!


What the hell was he getting himself into? Ita was coing over pretty soon so they could go out clothes shopping. She was also bringing him some good luck cookies for his... thing. It was absolutely not a date. He wasn't even letting that word invade his thinking space, let alone make itself comfortable. Still...

Shaking the notion from his head, Fisher pulled on a clean pair of pants and an ironic pink shirt that said "See Emo Cry". And also didn't reek like armpits. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail, admiring himself in the mirror. He looked semidecent at the moment. A little weird, but then again he always looked weird. He'd told Ita he needed color in his wardrobe. It was unlikely he would start wearing color right away, but it was still good to have.

As the minutes ticked on, Fisher got more and more antsy. Ita was... unusual. Not the type of person he normally befriended, but then again, he didn't have many friends. And maybe she'd be good for him. Put a little color in his life, so to speak. And get him used to being hugged. Ita made him nervous, though. He didn't know why. She was perfectly pleasant. Maybe it was her bright eyed naivate that shoved in his face how much good there was in the world, and that he really had no right to be so damn emo.

"Thank God," he breathed, a sigh of relief rushing from his lips as he heard the knock at the door. "Come on in, Ita!" he called.

Who: Ita and Xander
What: Playing with fire...
When: Evening
Where: Xander's room

Ita had been a very busy little water elemental, what with finals coming up and all. She had come here to make her parents proud, and she was determined to do just that. Especially after her little chat with them through Fisher. But really, this blond elemental could only be a good girl for so long. It was time to have some fun!

With that thought, she spent the early evening baking up a batch of goodies. She couldn't very well go pester Xander for some chill time entirely empty-handed. Bundling the treats up in a pretty little cloth, she made her way up to the House of Fire. She had so much to talk about, especially with how things were going with Kin. She wondered for a brief moment if it would be weird for Xander talking about another guy, but the thought was quickly dismissed - she and Xander were best buds!

With goodies in hand, she practically bounced up to his door and knocked. "Xander!" she hissed at the door, though her attempt at stealth was quickly destroyed by a slight fit of giggles. Come on already and open the door! she thought as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

Who: Kin and Ita
When: Right as the sun was setting
Where: The beach

Being patient was one thing, but being impatient for the sun to set was another. Really didn't make sense, though for someone who was patient, like Kin for example, he was surprised, not realizing that he was pacing back and forth within his room - looking out his window each time he decided; which was every other second. Still to this very day, he was amazed that he could see the sun. It didn't hurt. It actually felt really nice. Now, if he went out, like he wanted to before, well, a lot could go so wrong. Not that he really wanted to test the theory.

He was still kicking himself in the butt for what he said. Going out in the afternoon. What a silly thing! Guess being around so many people actually brought the... Human out in him. If that was humanly possible. No pun intended. Though, it was cute that Ita totally forgot as well. Thinking of that made him laugh. She was so cute in the way he wanted to squeeze her to him, and probably never let go.

Eh... That's thinking a bit too much. Making the feeling of a blush come over his cheeks, causing both his hands to rub at them.

The best thing to do right now was distract himself. Yeah. That usually made the time fly by like he was speeding through the forest. And the only thing he could think of was looking over the portrait he did of Sasha. That day with her made him smile a little. She wouldn't mind him using this in the art show, right?

He had to sigh at himself. As if she would answer out of the blue. Kin couldn't even recall if he asked while he was doing it. Maybe he did, but being so absorbed in what he was doing, it probably slipped his mind; like the time usually did.

Thinking so much brought the sun down faster, not even realizing the time until he looked up.

He was cursing up in down in Japanese and English while he gathered everything together. The sun itching it's way down, down, and down. It wouldn't bother him so much if he painted her under the night sky, but getting a nice cast of a shadow upon her beautiful features would be lovely. Hopefully Ita wasn't waiting long as he raced to get outside. Dropping things here and there in several of the hallways.

Who: James and Ita
When: Afternoon
Where: The library
What: A chance encounter

Avoiding everyone was quickly becoming James thing. Ever since he had returned from his mother's funeral, had he been this way. Granted, he had spent some time with Cissy when he first got back and had gone out one with Natalia, but that was it. And neither of those things had made him feel better at all. Natalia had basically rejected him even though he had tried his best to do better, to show her that he could be better, and he had thought that... well that there was something there but apparently he had been mistaken.

And then there was Cissy. He had been hot for her for a long time and she always turned him down. Always. But she was now dating some kid? What was that about? There was nothing that could have made him feel much better than he felt already than that. For real though, what the fuck? The kid must have been damn good in bed or something. He gave the whole relationship two months tops before Cissy left him heart broken and went back to sleeping with that asshole demon fuck again. But what did he really care? It wasn't like he had real feelings for her. No, those were otherwise occupied.

Speaking of occupied, reading had become a fast hobby of his. He had always rather enjoyed a good book, but since he had become the resident house of fire recluse, he had found himself breezing through novel after novel with very little thought. It was a welcome escape to staring out his window at the darkness and pondering the million and one things that he had to ponder.

Of course this new hobby led him to spend much time in the school's library which was, for the most part, quite empty. He liked it that way and he had gotten used to it being that way which was why, as he moved from one section to another, he hadn't bothered to use any of his extra senses to keep him from plowing into the girl that was making a similar move from one row to the next. And the books in her hands, and his own, went flying from his and her grasp as an arm moved out to grab her around the waist in an attempt to keep her from crumpling to the floor.

"Sorry..." James mumbled, not sounding at all convincing though his body language spoke of him being genuine. And he immediately knelt down to start picking up books, his and hers both.

Who: Fisher and Ita
What: Stirring up memories from the ashes
Where: The Caf
When: Dinner
Rating: PG 13

Fisher couldn't finish the salisbury steak, despite its deliciousness. He was too busy ignoring people. Halcyon Halls was actually a lot less crowded than Fisher had anticipated, as far as ghosts were concerned. He had expected... well actually he hadn't know what to expect, but the lack of scary peoples was a nice break. It was so strange to be in a place where he was knowingly protected from harm. Right now, though, he couldn't finish his meal because someone (a dead someone) was bothering the crap out of him. He didn't feel like being a messenger boy, but he had promised the old guy who'd paid his tuition that he would work on his abilities, maybe learn to control them.

Sighing moodily, Fisher got up from his table and brought his tray to the dish chute. He was trying to subtly get a look at whoever he had to bring news to. She was a very pretty girl, younger than him, although her eyes held much experience. Well, that wasn't surprising, considering the circumstances. Her brilliant blonde hair was swept over her shoulder. She was chatting happily with a few people. Fisher was a little jealous how comfortable she looked with them. It wasn't fair what he was about to do, but it had to be done. Apparently.

He walked up behind her, trying to make some noise so she would hear him coming. He cleared his throat. "Um, are you Ita?" he asked, his voice on the borderline between nervous and inconvenienced. He waited for the girl to face him before adding,"Can I talk to you? Like... over there?" He gestured vaguely toward the door. He'd done this a few times- delivered messages- and no one ever took it well. No sense in making a scene in front of these people. He could at least give her that dignity.

Who: The Madcap Brigade. (Capt. Scumble, Lt. Bunnyknickers, Sgt. Muffy, Cpl. Cupcake, and possibly Pvt. Batgirl)
What: Livestock larceny.
Where: Woods-->pasture/barn-->Fire House CR(?)
Why: ...

“Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to—whoa. Watch it, guys, there’s some malevolent mud on premises.”

Tottering slightly, Sasha looked down, trying to navigate around the slippery spot in the darkening twilight.

It would be safe to say that Susannah Hallmeyer was acting...and looking...odd. Instead of the usual elegant uniform of hem and heels, or even the more pragmatic denim assembly, Sasha was decked out in drawstring camouflage pants, starlet tee, and a striped hoodie sporting cat ears. A Venetian half mask straddled the back of her head. she was also humming, whistling, and grinning like a barmy monkey.

Maybe it was because of the weather, the threat of rain turning the evening sky into a foreboding shadow, the smell of damp beginning to spice the air. Rain always corkscrewed her temper. Maybe it was because of the task at hand: creeping through a patch of woods towards an unwary pasture, and its equally unwary wooly residents. Maybe it was because of the company, because what could you say about a group of girls who spent Sunday night kidnapping livestock for absolutely inane purposes.

Maybe it was because of the flask in her pocket, its contents steadily diminishing.

“Be wevy, wevy quiet,” she hissed behind her. “We’re hunting for a wab—whoa-whoa-whoa-ouch.”

...why hello, Mr. Ditch. How are you faring this fine, sweet evening? Now on her back and temporarily out of sight in what had better damn well be dirt, Sasha exhaled hard through her bangs. Yep, this was exactly how she wanted to approach her twenties: dad dead, mom gone, sadistic vampire twin sister actively out to ruin her sanity, hiding in a mythical school on a fantasy island—stealing sheep. Well, trying to anyway.

“...yo?” She called out. “Y’know, I think I dropped the happy sauce; can somebody toss it down here? But, um, not on my head—well, not on the pretty bits. Also, I ain’t dead.”

Who: Easton and Ita
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Where: The library

The past few days hadn't exactly been the best that Easton had ever endured, to say the very least. Frankie and her Patron had definitely helped matters, but eventually it seemed a bit too much to continue locking himself away. Of course he was hurt, he was angrier than he'd expected, but moping about wasn't going to accomplish anything. That didn't mean he was quite yet ready to head out and socialize as surely he would in time, but at least vacating his dorm room for a bit seemed like a good start. That left the question of where exactly to relocate to...the common rooms were hit or miss usually, either completely devoid of people or filled with random students who wanted a bit of space from the close confines of their dorms as well. Outside didn't really strike his fancy at the moment either and East was sure everyone would be shocked to hear that his appetite was failing a bit a the moment. That left....the library, it struck him out of the blue and seemed like the perfect solution. He was a book worm, after all, why hadn't he thought of that?

A shower was in order first, a bit of drying for those curls that had started to get a bit out of control again. Perhaps it was time for a hair cut, he mused as he dressed and grabbed his keys. He'd find a book in the library - he'd read all of the ones on his shelves, after all, and nothing seemed interesting enough to take a second trip through at that moment. Shutting off the light, he stepped into the hall and pulled closed his door, making sure to lock it behind him before he set off in the direction of the library.

He'd expected it to be rather empty, and it was, the quiet more than welcome as he entered. Of course, now came the question of what exactly would he fill his time with? He hadn't read any Molière lately and the chance to sit down and read something in French might keep his mind engaged enough to keep from wandering. Thankfully it only took a few moments to not only track down a collection of the playwright's works, but to find out of the little reading lounges that was relatively empty. Stretching out across the couch on his back, Easton cracked the book and turned his attention to the words before him. Hopefully, this would fill his time a bit better than simply moping around his room had. He had a feeling that Frankie was going to drag him kicking and screaming out of there if he didn't pull himself together relatively soon.

Who: Evelyn and Ita
Where: Lakeside in the woods
When: Tuesday, Later Afternoon


After being inside all day yesterday, there was no way that Lyn was going to subject herself to that again. Though she had an interesting conversation with a vampire, and got a lot of reading and studying done, today was her day. Everything had closed down in town fairly early, which left her with some free time and thus she had to find something else to do closer to the school. So, despite the fog cover, she decided to tip toe her way through the wooded areas close by.

Granted, it was as thick as she was warned, but Lyn had the advantage of woodland training. And the fact taht she'd come to know this particular area rather well. She could easily pick her way through the trees and brushes. Their pattern was as familiar to her as her own skin. Step here, move there, and this tree...ancient and strong. And this other, gathering it's life from underground water sources. She was getting closer.

Finding the lake wasn't hard, and it was as undisturbed as she had hoped to find it. In fact, the forest itself was eerily quiet. As if the fog had managed to surpress sound as well as some sight. She shed her top easily, revealing the bikini she had snuck on beneath her clothes. It was only moments before she was ready to slide into the water. It was still fairly hot, at least as far as this northwesterner turned Canadian was concerned. And the water was cool to the skin and welcomed.

Lyn took full advantage as she ducked her head beneath the disturbed surface, letting herself sink for a moment before rising up again and breaking through to take a fresh breath of air. She pushed her hair back and swam a little ways into it. It was days like this one, she truly enjoyed being at the school. Even the earth mage could appreciate the liquid refreshment, especially surrounded by such old beauty.

Who:  Sasha and Ita
Where:  In the marketplace
What:  Lammas celebration awesomeness
When:  Afternoon

Ita was feeling much better today.  Catalina seemed like she really was going to make sure that asshole Caibre got what he deserved, which was a relief.  She really didn't know how things would have turned out if she had tried to drown him.  She was used to fighting with her fists, and even then, she hadn't done that since middle school when everyone started getting bigger than she was.  And if Caibre ever got ahold of her, she was doomed.  She definitely couldn't best him physically.

Aside from all of that, there was a festival for food!  Ok, so harvest, but that was food.  All the wonderful fresh produce, and herbs...  And even some nifty cooking supplies.  Ita had really gotten into it earlier and she already had several bags - one was filled with hand-dipped tapers and they smelled wonderful.  It was a cute little stand, with big wax bins so she'd even tried her hand at it.  Her attempt was not nearly as pretty, but it was still fun.  Oh, and she'd gotten a pretty hand-carved mortar and pestel to grind her own herbs since she'd bought several bunches of fresh and dried herbs.  Then there were the pretty crafts, including several jeweler's stands.  She couldn't resist a pretty pair of drop earrings with freshwater pearls.

So, not even halfway through the festival, she really had quite a bit of shopping completed.  And that wasn't even counting all the cool stands, just like at a carnival or a county fair.  She had loved fair time in Maine - tractor pulls, petting zoos, all the crafts, and, of course, the food.  This was very similar, but more...  Well, just more.  The fairs were more modernized, maybe.  The crazy carnival rides and all.  This seemed much less glitz, and so much more wholesome.  She had to chuckle at that - more wholesome with demons, weres and other odd creatures running about.  Apparently.  Amused with her mental meanderings, she nearly missed spotting a familiar face.  "Sasha!" she called out as she rushed over to her friend, bags bumping into passersby.

Who: Ita and Kin
Where: Starting at the school and then off to The loft and the Pit
When: After classes

After his last class of the night, Kin hurried out of that room like a bolt of lightening. He had things to make, get ready, and meet Ita out front of the school. Was he stressing? Nooo, of course not!

Yes, yes, he was.

He was just trying to ignore it - like he tries to ignore every other emotion ( besides happiness ).

The books he had were thrown onto his bed. They will be picked up later at the whole date. A date. He was going on a date. This was how long? Too long. It was normal for him to laugh throughout the whole process of getting dressed, right? He was nervous! It had to be normal. And what he wore was a simple white buttoned up shirt - short sleeved, being it still summer and all. Black pair of jeans, though they were a bit ripped at the knees and thighs. She wouldn't mind, would she? The shirt was tucked in, so, he was looking a little presentable for a date. Even the black boots worked. Hopefully.

After getting ready which he didn't think would take over an hour, he ran down toward the kitchen to make the different types of mochi. The blood ones were made first, since those would be the simplest. Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate went next. He even brought down a little cooler to keep them in, since ice cream was being put into the middle of that rice pastry. There was a smile upon his lips the whole time he was cooking. If he wanted to, Kin could have done all of this with his eyes closed. Been awhile, but his Grandmother always made him help her make them.

All the different mochi were placed in the container, closed tight, and put into the fridge for the time being. Cleaning the mess he made was the first thing on his mind right now. And when he looked up at the clock as he scrubbed down the counters, the longest sentence he ever said with more than one curse word came spilling out in Japanese. With the rag thrown into the sink, he grabbed the container from the fridge, slammed the door shut, and rushed his way toward the front of the school.

Hopefully he wasn't late. Hopefully she wasn't sitting out there and witing for him. And hopefully she'll like the little present he packed into his back pocket before leaving his room.

Who: Kin and Ita
Where: Starting in the kitchen and then off to find somewhere to swim!
When: Evening

If his mirror could speak back to him, he would really, really love for his reflection to say, "Calm the fuck down. It is just a girl!". Saying that out loud to himself was... Weird. Not normal. All because he wasn't much of the cursing type, unless it was needed. And how nervous he was, it was needed to the point his throat got tired; hopefully he wouldn't be able to speak after that.

The swim trunks he purchased during the week actually fit him to a perfect T. They weren't that long, stopped just a little above the knee, and they felt comfortable around his slim waist.

Yes, he literally stood in front of his mirror for two hours in nothing but those swim trunks. Trying to tell himself over and over again they looked fine. He could even get away with wearing a tank top with them, right? ... Maybe. It really all depended on Ita, since she was the teacher tonight.

Oh, look, here came that shudder of anxiety once again. The best thing to do was take in a deep breath, let it out, take in another deep breath, and do so till he was able to escape into his peaceful world. Meditating would be a great thing to look into when he had free time.

Before the sun set, Kin placed everything he needed in a duffel bag: beach towel, conditioning mouse for his hair, a pair of jeans, and an extra tank top ( if the one he was wearing got wet out of nowhere ). He had to double, no, triple check everything before heading out of his room and toward the kitchen. Could you believe he got lost almost twice because of his nerves? Yeah, they really weren't leaving him alone tonight. Hopefully the wine will help him get a little tipsy; he really did need that right about now. But if he remembered correctly - they weren't going to drink till after their lessons. Dammit.

Well, he made his way toward the kitchen ( finally), and let the bag rest on one of the counters. Allowing his eyes to wander in every direction before turning his full attention toward the doors. Only because the sound of feet walking down the hall grabbed him. Was it Ita? He really hoped it was. If she wore perfume, well, he'd have to get used to the smell and remember what it was like. Anyone walking could be.. anyone walking.

Who:  Ita and anyone interested in the cooking club (open)
What:  Cooking club meeting
Where:  Kitchens
When:  7 pm sharp

Ita could hardly focus in any of her classes.  Not that she was all that focused on a regular basis, but tonight was the cooking club meeting, and she really hoped she drew a fairly decent crowd.  As a student, she'd been involved in many clubs, and often she was in some sort of officer's position - she enjoyed being in the thick of things.  Organizing, creating, getting people involved - that was all a part of her personality.  She made sure that those members who weren't there often felt included, often sending out minutes in e-mails, and she made sure that those members were who were there often didn't get stuck doing all the business of the organization.  She was a peacekeeper, too, finding it important to try and work out drama.  It made her sad whenever someone left a club, not because they no longer enjoyed the club, but because of social politics.

After classes, she had rushed back to her room and did what any girl did for an important - checked her closet and became suddenly stricken with indecision.  However, unlike for most dates, she wasn't checking her closet for an outfit.  She was checking her closet to go through the bins of cooking supplies that she'd brought, bought, or received in the mail.  Unsure of how many people would show, she couldn't decide what to bring.  After considerable consideration, and several wrestling matches with items that wanted to remain stored, she finally decided on several mini-loaf stones.  Her favorite recipe was banana nut-raisin bread, and the mini-loaves would be perfect for sharing.  She had a half dozen, and hopefully, if that didn't cover everyone, someone else would have brought something.  Grabbing her home-recipes cookbook - nearly all of the recipes were stolen from Aunt Lissa - she headed down to the kitchens, arriving nearly a half hour early.

Setting her stones and her cookbook on an empty counter, Ita filled one of the sinks and tore a page from her notebook, writing, "Please do not use or empty" in big letters, and folding it so it would stand up next to the sink.  She knew that in a kitchen with too many cooks, it would likely get emptied, or someone would use it for dishes.  She wanted a nice clean sink of water in case of fire.  After getting that all settled, she checked the cupboards to see what other recipes she could make with the supplies here.  Satisfied that she had ingredients for at least two other recipes, and the necessary utensils, she pulled those cards as well and laid them all out nicely on the counter.  She'd pull the ingredients if they needed them.  Settling herself on a stool she found, she titled a page in her notebook with the date and "First Meeting of the Underground Cooking Club."  She had liked Sasha's name better, but she couldn't remember it right now.  She really hoped Sasha would come - she had the best ideas!  That, and she'd brought the cute little half-apron she'd given her from last time.  This time it matched her outfit, though.  Not that much wouldn't - jeans, white blouse, Birkes.  Yeah, not much could clash with that.

Truly settled at last, Ita discovered she had a full 15 minutes until 7.  People probably wouldn't show for another 10.  This was going to be excrutiating.  To entertain herself, she began to manipulate the water in the sink, creating a little story in her head to go with the splashing and waves she was creating.  She even managed to make something that looked rather like a clay horse.  Well, that's what she was going for anyway.  She wasn't too involved in her magical play to hear someone approach, though, and ceased her actions before they even opened the door.  She could hardly stay seated as the first person arrived.

Who: Kim and Ita
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: The beach

While most Northerners hated heat and humidity, Kim loved it. Well, maybe not the humidity part, but she loved when it was hot and sunny outside. You’d think that she would be more inclined to liking the cold, but that was far from the truth. She hated it and when she was living back in Massachusetts, she wore layers upon layers of clothing during the winter months even while she was inside. Guess this love of heat could be attributed to the fact that she was a were of the African variety. Who knows.

During her last class of the day, she found herself staring out the window a lot more than she usually did. Not that she usually did that at all in this class, seeing as it was Basic Physical Combat. Let your guard down for a minute in that class and you’d end up on the floor or bruised. Luckily, that hadn’t happened to her yet and she snapped out of it just in time to duck out of the way of her partner’s fist.

Once class was over, she headed back to her room and unloaded her messenger bag on her bed. She walked over to the window and opened it up a little, immediately feeling a burst of heat flow in. It was too beautiful of a day out to spend it cooped up inside. Closing the window, she walked over to her dresser, took one of her bathing suits out and changed into it, pulling a pair of boardshorts on over her bikini bottom. Grabbing her beach bag, she stuffed in a towel, her iPod, a magazine, sunblock, and a bottle of water from the mini fridge. She pulled her boogie board out from her closet and tucked it under her arm as she slung her beach bag over her other shoulder and headed out.

Once outside, she pulled her shades on and started the trek down to the beach. Yeah, she could’ve taken a cab, but it was nice out and she always loved the exercise.

It was only a matter of time before she made it down to the beach which was already pretty full for a Tuesday afternoon. Taking her flip flops off, she held them in her free hand as she walked along the hot sand toward the water. She stopped off almost at the edge of the water and put her stuff down. Pulling her shades off, she threw them in her bag and ran into the water with her boogie board in hand. She dove in with the board in front of her, feeling the warm water crash all over her. Ah, so nice.

Who: Caibre and Ita.
What: Caibre wakes up to being seriously screwed up.
When: Weds afternoon.
Where: His room, then outside.



Waking with an uncontrolled and rapid adjustment of his legs from a dream’s whim, Caibre’s head lulled drowsily to the side, pupils infinitely deep and large from his lethargic state before adjusting to the light. Taking a moment to recognize he was alone, he inhaled deeply, collecting the scent of the blonde whom had laid next to him only hours before on the sheets. Or so he tried.. Blinking a bit, he had difficulty detecting the aroma he knew had to be there. Squinting, he rolled over and nuzzled into the pillow she’d slept on. There it was... Maybe he was just sluggish still.

Slinging his long legs over the lip of the bed, he arched his muscled back while extending his arms out to either side, groaning somewhat as his body strained and stretched. Lifting his right hand toward his face, he went to rub the sleep from his eyes but instead poked one clumsily. Grimacing, Caibre muttered quiet annoyances about his own idiocy, wiping away the moisture that gathered in his irritated eye. Pushing to stand, he took one step before catching a foot in a pair of his jeans and down he went with a ponderous thud.

Prying himself off the floor a few inches, he remained in the push-up position. “The fuck... Get with it, man,” he scolded himself, carefully standing up. Looking around to ensure he wasn’t going to trip over anything else, the Werelion strode over toward the door, pulled a towel off the small shelf there and wrapped it around himself before marching down the hall to the washroom. Modesty was for wusses.

Assuming a shower would snap him out of his klutzy state, he turned the water on, adjusting the temperature to an acceptable level before stepping under the refreshing, relaxing stream.Shampooing his hair, he washed the suds out and reached for the soap. Lathering one arm, he swore as the slippery bar squirted out of his hand and fell to the shower floor. Glancing behind him, he snickered softly to himself, “Good thing this isn’t prison” before reaching down to collect it. Unfortunately, his ineptness seemed to continue, as he misjudged where the ceramic ledge where the soap rested when he stood up again, bashing the back of his head into it. God... That really fucking hurt. Ducking down, nearly slipping on the wet tiles, Caibre’s eyes went wide, arms bracing on the shower walls, heart pounding in his chest.

The Hell had Kat done to him last night?! Surely it wasn’t because of ..... no, that’s not possible. ..Was it? No. Unfortunately he’d continue to dwell on what exactly was wrong, because he had no idea that Leecee was actually to blame. He remembered Miklos saying he’d receive some kind of punishment, thought he’d already forgotten what, but.. becoming retarded – was that really in their power to do?

Scrambling out of the shower, he toweled himself off and looked at his set aside razor and shaving cream and mindfully passed with a swallow. He was scruffy after several days of neglect, but was so very not worth even trying. Sighing, Caibre brushed his teeth with extreme caution, conscientious of every stroke. The toothpaste tasted funny, though. Not as strong, and he could really only taste the mint, not all the other ingredients he usually could. Something was seriously screwed up.

Nearly running back to his room, praying he’d not asininely locked the door or anything as he turned the knob, the frazzled Were burst into his room and slammed the door behind him. “Calm the fuck down, and just relax. It’s just an off day,” he reassured himself, nodding to steel the nerves. Deciding on a run to burn off some of the restless jitters, he pulled on a shirt, some loose fitting slacks and shoes, and made his way hastily outside into the afternoon’s drizzling, not minding the rain while trotting down the path that would lead him on one of his favourite trails through the woods.

Who: Mira and Ita
What: "This is not the dining hall." -- Mira makes her first kitchen raid, accidentally.
Where: Kitchens
When: After classes


Mirael was lost.

A lost elf, she berated herself, pausing momentarily at the intersection of two stone hallways. Weren't elves supposed to be natural guides? Good navigators? Well, here was the true test: throw one inside a new environment, indoors instead of out, and the entirety of one's adeptness could be thrown right out the window. With a resolute sigh and a grumbling stomach, Mirael examined the crux of hallways once more. They were impassive; the stone was cool and cold, surrendering no clues to the fencing-calloused tips of her curious fingers.

Well; if one could not count on one's eyes ...

One must follow one's nose, she decided, thinking back to the most recent instructions she'd been given -- from an older student who seemed to be in quite a hurry to go about his business; totally uninterested in helping a new student find her way back to the dining hall. "Oh, it's that way," he'd gestured, irritably. "And turn right when you've passed Defense." That was all well and good, assuming one knew what 'Defense' was. Mirael decidedly did not, and here she stood. Logically concluding that she'd already missed the right of which he'd spoken, the elf made a right at this intersection. A turn in that direction was due, though at this stage backtracking was probably a more prudent option. Another dozen steps passed, silent in the hallway and virtually inaudible, and then she caught it.

Wafting through the air was the smell of something delicious and after two days of homesickness, poking around at her meals, Mira's stomach was finally protesting. And protesting loudly. Following this sense, she soon came to a set of swinging doors that did not at all resemble the ones she thought she remembered; but the smell persisted. When Mirael stepped through the doors she was definitely not where she intended. On a much larger scale the room resembled the kitchens at Gardener Hall -- but these were obviously in use, and the ones at the manor were lucky if the stove was ever lit, the elves had such little use for them.

"This," she said, almost to herself, and paling already, "is not the dining hall."

Who: Jillian and Ita
Where: Aquatic House / Out on the Town
When: Evening, After Classes
What: Free ice cream!

After her early Monday morning hike, the day had been dull, with the exception of her conversations online and a rather riveting Supernatural History class, and Jillian was ready to get out and do something. She'd put out her message online and gotten a bite from Ita for going out on the town. Ever since she'd caught wind of the "National Ice Cream Day" bit, she'd been excited about getting out of the school and going to get her free goodies. Jillian's budget was limited and a trip into town for some free stuff wouldn't damage that budget in the slightest. Some time hanging out with Ita wasn't a bad thing at all, either. It was a win-win situation and Jillian was eager for her classes to end so that she could go and get ready to get out.

She wondered if she should go and shop for some shoes while she was in town, but she decided against it. First, she'd have to figure out what her real budget was, and then she could go about figuring out how to deviate from it slightly without her aunt wondering what she just spent a wad of money on. The unfortunate thing about having your school time bankrolled by your psychic aunt was that she'd eventually ask what you'd spent her money on, and sexy shoes for a friend's birthday "party" probably wouldn't exactly count as a necessity in her aunt's mind. Jillian didn't need to be psychic to be able to figure that one out.

After changing her clothes into something a bit more comfortable and slathering her exposed skin with the SPF 50 sunblock she'd forgotten this morning, she headed over to the Aquatic House to go and gather up Ita so that they could roam out to hunt down their free tasty treats.

Who: Ita and Kin
What: An accidental meeting
Where: In the kitchen

Despite the discouraging catastrophe with her surprise breakfast for House Aquatic, Ita was by no means discouraged from the kitchen. She'd had fun the night before with Sasha. And tonight, she had to prepare for her picnic with Xander tomorrow. She'd found an interesting recipe stashed away in one of her many cookbooks. Granted, it was one that hundreds of other people had, but it was so unique she was fairly certain that she had no risk of Xander having ever had it before.

Dressed in a long, flowing, gauzy green and blue tie-dye style skirt and a short sleeved matching blue and green top, she headed down to the kitchen with a backpack stuffed with supplies and ingredients. She'd even shoved her mini George Foreman in there. Necessary for the filet mignon she would be grilling.

Upon reaching her destination, she followed her usual ritual of filling up an empty sink with water and moving the fire extinguisher close to her work area. First, she prepared the tartlets she'd have for dessert tomorrow's picnic. Cranberry and apple - a nice little twist on a traditional pie. She didn't bother making her own crust. Aunt Lissa never had, and her cooking was just fine. She had fun cutting little stars out of the dough and using them for the top crust. In fact, she giggled a bit as she did so. They were cute.

Popping them in the oven, she set to making the pear and onion relish. Her mouth watered thinking about how it would taste tomorrow. What a neat mix of flavors! Add the bleu cheese dressing and the filet mignon to the wrap, and it was sure to be an interesting meal. And, if she didn't like it, she'd never have to try it again. Although, hopefully, Xander would at least like it.

With that in mind, Ita set to cutting up the various ingredients for the relish, and prepping the spices and other flavorings. She plugged in the George Foreman and waited for it to heat up while she chopped. She'd even make the dressing herself. Well, sort of. She had a cheat for making bleu cheese dressing.

Who: Serena And Ita
Where: Kitchens for cooking stuffs
When: Sunday at 9 am


Serena rolled over as her alarm blared to life in the dark room. Her hand snaked out towards the offending noise and groped around trying to find the off button. Once she had shut the alarm off she drew it towards her straining through sleep filled eyes to see the time. The green numbers shined out the numbers 8:00. Groaning she let the alarm fall back on the table and rolled on the her back. Looking up at her ceiling while she tried to shake the confusion of sleep from her head. It took her a few minutes to figure out why she was waking up so early on a Sunday. Then she remembered that she was going to be meeting one of the new girls in the kitchen for cooking and baking fun.

It had been a long time since Serena got to play in the kitchen and she was happy to be getting back to it. Even as a vampire she still enjoyed food, even though she gained no nourishment from it. If only it wasn't so early! Groaning again she sat up slowly and pushed her self out of bed. "That'll teach me to stay up late reading," she muttered glaring ineffectively at the offending book, laying where she had dropped it when her eyes had become to heavy to read any further. She walked toward her bureau flicking on a small lamp as she moved. In the pale light she selected a simple outfit consisting of old comfortable jeans and a baby blue shirt. Gathering the rest of her things she went to take a shower. She let the warm water flow over her for several minutes, waking her up, before getting clean.

Dressed and back in her room she looked around for everything she was going to need in the kitchen. She had been looking through her box of recipes earlier the day before to find some she thought the other girl may like. She gathered those up along with a notebook and several pens. She liked to experiment with different things to see how they'd turn out, and the notebook was to write down any successful creations. When she had everything together she slipped out of her room once more, this time heading towards the main part of the school and the kitchen. The school was mostly quiet as most people were still sleeping off their Saturday nights. She liked the silence that flowed through the halls, it was comfortable. In a few hours all that would change and the school would be bustling again.

She finally arrived at the kitchen and set about preparing everything they would need. setting out bowls and utensils, baking ware and aprons. She didn't pull the ingredients out yet she decided to wait and see what would be needed before doing that. Instead she grabbed some warm blood for breakfast and settled in to wait for Ita.

Who:  Ita and Alice
When:  After the dinner rush
Where:  Kitchen
What:  Cooking awesomeness

Ita had decided that it was time to do a House breakfast.  When she was at school, she used to do Dorm breakfasts.  She'd take an evening and just bake loads of pastries and muffins and other awesome gooey goodness.  Of course, she usually enlisted a few friends to make the baking fun.  However, she didn't know that many people yet, but that wouldn't keep her from her mission.  Besides, she'd brought her homework to keep her company.  Ugh.  But, she'd slacked off last night, and couldn't risk slacking off tonight.  That's what she kept reminding herself as the delicious smells began to waft through the kitchen.  The most difficult part would be getting all the food from the kitchen to her room, and then down to the Common Room tomorrow morning.  She could totally handle it, though.

Ita's lack of studiousness wasn't because she was lazy or even because she wasn't interested.  She was a hard worker, and she really did want to do well.  But her attention span had not really grown with her age, and sitting down to do homework was nearly physically painful.  Really.  They should totally be using the magical weapons in her Magical Weapons class.  She knew that knowing about them was important, make sure no one accidentally cut someone's hand off or something.  But it was so... sedentary.  Same went with her other classes.  She knew that knowing the background was essential, especially since she'd missed so many classes.  But she needed movement and action.  She needed to do, not sit and listen.  Her parents had always understood that, and her lessons had always been hands on.

So, there she was sitting in a delicious smelling kitchen, perched on a stool, nose in a book, chewing on a spatula.  She needed to wash it anyway, and she thought the best part about baking was licking the utensils afterward.  Totally frowned upon in a professional kitchen, but no one was watching her now.  Besides, she was going to wash it before using it again, and really, who would complain once they tasted the food?  No one, since no one knew.  And if they did?  Still no one.  The food would still be yummy.

Who:  Ita and Easton
What:  Notes and foooood
Where:  Kitchen
When:  After the lunch rush

Ita had finished unpacking this morning.  Normally, she wasn't one to bring loads of suitcases with her, but she had brought some of her most unique or expensive cooking materials with her, which took up a single suitcase by itself.  Another suitcase was packed with various items for her room - pictures, posters, books, DVDs, etc.  Then she had two more suitcases - one with clothes, and the last with personal items.  She had unpacked the bare necessities the night before, including her laptop, and spent the night online as she worked at unpacking spottily.

Now that she had finished unpacking, and her room was set up just the way she liked it, she headed down to the kitchens to get some fish and chips ready for Easton.  She smirked to herself, wondering if he was British.  It always amused her how different regions had their own little vocabularies.  She sliced up two different kinds of potatoes - golden and sweet potato.  Sweet potato wasn't traditional 'chips', but she loved the way they tasted.  She made up her own batter and fried up the fish.  Even though Catalina had said the food was for student use, Ita figured she'd replace the fish at the least - it was expensive.  While the fish fried, she made up some tartar sauce, and got out other various condiments, setting them on a table near the kitchen.  Soon as it was all ready, she set out two plates.  The chips she left on a plate in the center of the table, since she wasn't sure if he'd even want to try the sweet potato ones.  She covered everything, to keep it warm, and hoped Easton showed up soon.  They hadn't exactly specified the time of arrival.

To cover up the fishy smell, and because she couldn't stop with just the main course, Ita had also made up a strawberry rhubarb pie.  She left the water in the sink she had filled - part of her paranoia over fires.  She could manipulate it from the sink to the fire, if there ever was one.  And she had moved the fire extinguisher closer to her while she cooked.  Last night she had nightmares again.  They were always beyond terrifying, and she usually woke up drenched - she tried to put out the fires in her dreams, apparently by using the water in the air around her.  The nightmares came and went, but they usually were strongest when she started sleeping somewhere new.  Hopefully, they would calm down soon.  She really wanted to try to do well here.  For her parents.

Now that everything was as ready as it could be, she took a seat and waited.  Her notebook and pen were resting on one of the extra seats at the table, but she figured they'd get to that after eating.  She was hungry by now.  She didn't have any junk food in her room to tide her over between meals, yet.  She'd rectify that before dinner - take a trip into town and go shopping for a few things.