The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Shizuka, Zevira
When: Lunch
Where: The Lunch Line
What: Two shy girls, one long line, one common quest for food. That, and the shock that is Zevira's face.

There was no bounds for the hunger raging inside Zevira's tiny stomach. She was practically starving. For some reason she didn't think it would take a genius to remember to eat breakfast in the morning. Yet she had not done so, having over slept. The Gemman wasn't used to having to wake up for anything and still had not gotten on board to the school's schedule. In that respect, she was very slow. So with the fastest steps she could muster without looking like she was running or even attempting to go somewhere too quickly, Zevira hustled to the cafeteria. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, at least at that moment, but the line was not. Frowning, she pushed her hands into her pockets. These days she learned how to get them even into the tightest of spaces, despite the large gem taking up most of the back of her hand. She had gloves on anyway. They were thin, much like framers gloves--in the way they were light and breathable--if anyone had ever worked in a frame shop. Most of her "covering" clothes were thin because 60 degrees was warm any time of the year.

When Zevira made it to the end of the line, she sighed. She wasn't even late for lunch. Was this considered early? She would have to haul some serious ass everyday if she wanted to avoid this line, or come later. Shaking her head, a curl of pink hair falling in front of her face to be moved back into the purple scarf she had tying back her hair and hiding most of it behind the silky fabric, she waited. There were only a handful of people behind her by the time she got to the food, which looked absolutely divine at this point, but many before. When she grabbed a tray and began to put a plate of that days "special" on it, she gasped as her clumsy elbow knocked a drink over the tray before hers.

"I'm so sorry!" she said as she looked around for a napkin to clean it up with. "I didn't get anything on you, did?" Zevira frowned behind the scarf she had laced over the front of her face. She knew she looked very strange and may as well have just worn a ski mask she showed so little of her skin. Wearing her scarves was a habit she knew she would need to break in time, but for now she was fine looking a little silly. If people asked, people she knew she'd never see again, sometimes she lied and told them she was adopted into an Indian family. That usually shut them up. But she couldn't really lie to these people at school, they had potential to be friends. Or, in the least, people who would know she was lying.

Who: Lelia and Shizuka
When: Wednesday night
Where: In Lelia's dreams
What: Shizuka's being herself and staying in other people's dreams


Wednesday had been just like yesterday, and the day before that for Shizuka. She had spent some time checking out a few of the places, like the Library, but, she was tired even when she got back to her room just after dinner. Social interactions were hard for her, they made her incredibly nervous, she shook, she stuttered and she... she knew they would never work out the way she wanted to. She was terrified of talking to guys most of the time, mainly because she was always afraid they would want nothing to do with her.

With that in mind, Shizuka had decided to hide under her covers again this evening, skimming some of the journals that had been put online from other students. She didn't spend too long on any particular one, but the fact that someone mentioned beaches had made her blush, glance at the screen and, while she thought she recognized the face, she didn't want to pursue it any longer. Gasping, she shut her computer screen and let the laptop go on standby before she curled up in bed and tried to sleep.

Surprisingly, it didn't take all that long before Shizuka's mind had finally slipped away into the dreams of others, and she found herself wandering before she finally settled on someone.

Who: Adora and Blake Elliot
When: Friday evening, dinner
Where: The Dining Hall
What:  Adora prepares to leave on an errand of necessity and meets someone new

Adora really hated this whole needing two sources of food to survive thing sometimes. While she had lived with it for over two hundred years and it wasn't necessarily a completely foreign concept to her, it was just simply frustrating. It was never easy to balance out her need for actual food and water with her need for sexual energy, but at least she'd been able to get a good solid meal out of Heath Jao the day before. It certainly helped that he had the stamina for it. That being said, she hadn't actually eaten all this Friday, as she'd still be riding that satisfied high from the day before. By dinner time, though, she was starving, realizing that she still had a plane to catch in three hours so that she could meet with James McCafferty's stepfather and hopefully secure a nice bundle of cash for the school.

So, it was the fact that even though she was starving, the food hardly looked appealing, and Adora sighed as she plopped down at a table alone, certainly not in the mood to talk. She swore that if she saw Nox or Olivia, she might be liable to gouge their eyes out, so she made sure she wasn't actually sitting near them. Nox probably took that as a blessing, the romantic ass, and Adora found herself stabbing whatever sort of mashed potato conglomerate was on her place as she thought dark thoughts.

She just couldn't understand it. How in the hell could anyone not want her? Was she losing her touch? She would have thought it was just Nox playing hard to get except for the fact that Eli Eden had been able to act as though she was nothing. There was nothing more damaging to a succubus than the thought that she would be unable to procure the food she needed to survive. Students were hardly as fulfilling as grown men... and it was beginning to terrify her.

Did that mean Adora had a heart? Did she recognize the signs that she was possibly more attached to this one individual than she let on? It was impossible with her to even know what love really was, so she had no idea.

Who: Lelia and Peyton
When: Pre-breakfast. Around 7:30
What: Lelia meets her new roommate.
Where: Room A2

Lelia was hesitant as she opened the door. It was very early in the morning and she didn't want to disturb her new roommate. Waking someone up was definitely not the best way to greet them.

She had very few things. A bag of the same clothing she'd been wearing for years, for lack of desire for new clothing, and a bag of all her favorite books. She had wanted to be an English major when she went to college but...that hadn't worked out.

She did her best to tiptoe quietly to the dresser to start unpacking, trying to navigate through the filtered light through the blinds.. The floor was a mess, covered with plates with some crusted food, several energy drinks and soda cans a laptop sitting on the floor, some pillows, and an odd assortment of clothing. She didn't know how she was going to survive this.

Especially when she saw the screen saver on the computer. Some terrible little alien with its brain exposed and a death ray of some sort. It disturbed her, enough so that she wasn't looking where she was going and slipped as she stepped on an empty soda can with a large crunch.

She wouldn't have made such a loud racket if she hadn't flung her bag of books into the air which came down with an equally loud thump a few inches from her head. She cringed, knowing there was no way her new roommate would sleep through that. This was not going to be good.

Who: Starbuck, Zevira
When: Afternoon, after lunch with Shizuka
Where: Starbuck's room
What: Zevira is going to pick up her book

Well, today was certainly one adventure after another. First, she met Shizuka, who was very sweet, and now she was off to go meet Starbuck. He seemed very nice, and the stereotypical side of her brain said that he had to be nice because he had a baby daughter. She'd find out soon enough, Zevira would, as she left her room around 2PM. Honestly, the Gemman was a little wary about going through the boys wing. Was she even allowed to? So long as she didn't go inside the rooms it seemed like it was okay. Her white sneakers slapped on the floor as she moved quickly, looking as if she were trying to take up as least space as possible and not be seen. It was only a shame she was so colorful.

Her purple scarf tied around her hair and hiding all but her bright, magenta eyes, Zevira wore a blue shirt. It had long sleeves that reached beyond her wrists, she bought them large and took them in herself at the sides so it fit comfortably but not baggy and frumpy. She didn't like skin-tight clothes because someone once had made a comment she had skin cancer when they saw the lumps on her back that were the little gems. Blue jeans covered her legs, but there were patches she had sewn on herself over the knees and rear pockets that had very bright rainbows with white starts throughout the pattern. Her sneakers were white, but the laces were orange.

What could she say? She liked color.

At the end of the hall she let out a sigh, hand over her chest where the pads of her fingers could feel one of the larger gems in her skin, she looked relieved. To have made it down the hall without conflict was the hardest part of the trip! Now, to knock and hope Mr. Starbuck was there--and hopefully not wake little Kamea if she was sleeping. Carefully, Zevira lifted her hand to the marked door and knocked gently, three times, and then took a customary pace back. Her eyes fell to the floor, head tipping forward as her hands fiddled in her pockets nervously. Online she was rather talkative and very social, but in person she felt all constrained and bunched up. She never knew what to say.

Who: Shizuka and Nate
When: Thursday around 2 PM
Where: The Library
What: Both of them had a penchant for baked goods!

Shizuka couldn't exactly decide if she liked this whole talking by journal thing or not. She was easily hurt or upset by things people said, she didn't have a clue how to react to most of the things people were talking about, but, on the other hand, she was talking to people, right? Well... sort of. Yeah... okay... she would go with that. It was closer than she normally got to talking to anyone. Of course, she also seemed to be faring on other people's journals rather than her own, so maybe it wasn't for her after all.

Talking about cake and cookies on someone else's journal had made her really crave some sweets, and not the kind that she was getting in the cafeteria. Now, she wasn't sure how on earth she was going to make them, as she wasn't part of the cooking club or anything, but maybe she could get a recipe for no-bake cookies or something. It was a long shot, but with the cooking club at this school having meetings, Shizuka thought it was only natural that they have a - probably small - section for cooking in the library.

With that in mind, she had already gotten lost in the library. At least, she was fairly sure she was lost. She couldn't remember what part of the 1200 section was for cooking and what was for, she couldn't remember, botany or something else weird like that. In fact, she was so intently looking at the numbers and titles of all the books that she didn't even realize she was going to bump into someone until... well, naturally, she did. It wasn't a hard bump, but it certainly made her backpedal for a second and hold her hands out. "S-s-sorry," She stammered, then tried to see if she could find her voice again outside of her normal mousy one. "I... didn't... I wasn't paying attention and..." She glanced up and realized the person in front of her was... "Wow, you're taller than me."

Who: Shizuka and Ana
When: Thursday night
Where: Ana's dreams
What:  The two of them meet during some pretty freaky dreams of Ana's
WARNING: There are vampire bits, mwaha, and sexual content, I would imagine

Shizuka was quite sure she might actually crumble to pieces at the end of the day. She'd spent so much time meeting people that she just didn't think she could handle talking to anyone else. While meeting with Nate had been really, well, fun, and she had had a great time, didn't feel... too intimidated. She was kind of intimidated, though. But he was... really nice. Quiet, reserved, like her, but he was really nice.

On top of the fact that she had made a few friends, as well as... well, she wouldn't call Cissy her friend, it just made everything seem kind of complicated. Either way, Shizuka just felt like she was about to short-circuit. She'd put up a journal entry, but that kind of felt like a huge, epic failure on her part, so she was trying to think of something, anything that would get her mind off of it.

Even as Shizuka laid down to go to sleep for the night, though, she couldn't help but feel like she hadn't slept at all. She knew that she'd been dreamwalking like normal, but she couldn't really remember more than snippets of all the dreams. The one she'd had Tuesday had really stuck with her, though. She had really felt like something important was going on, she just didn't know what. Finally, though, Shizuka made herself relax, put her mind at ease and tried to breathe deeply. At how mentally exhausted she felt today, it didn't take her more than a few minutes before she was out like a light.

Who: Cissy and Xander
When: Wednesday Afternoon
What: Cissy has spent enough time brooding and has decided to go give Xander a piece of her mind in person!
Where: Xander's room

Cissy admittedly had not been herself ever since she had arrived back from Iceland. And there was a good reason for that. His name was Xander. How could he sleep with her mother of all people? There were girls all over the place on the slopes out there, girls that would have been more than willing to bed him, girls that meant nothing at all to Cissy, and yet he had decided to climb in bed with her MOTHER! That was just the most incredibly fucked up thing he could have ever or had ever done. And she couldn't stop thinking about it.

Doubt was pretty much first and foremost in her repertoire of self-deprivation, and everything that had gone on since she had arrived at TJS, and before that, was really starting to make her go a little bit crazy. First there was Godric, or Ric as he liked to be called, who had looked at her all lustfully at first and then just completely ignored any innuendos that she made before calling her a slut and telling her that she wasn't worth his time.

And then there was Simon, dear sweet darling Simon who wouldn't have sex with her. And he didn't understand, just didn't seem to get it, that she needed to be desired, that it was the only thing that made her feel.. It was the only thing that made her feel like she was worth anything. And while she had been okay before with waiting for him to be ready that was before the incident with Xander and her mother. And now she wasn't okay. She wasn't okay at all. And she felt like such a bad girlfriend for being so damn needy but she needed him to want her so badly that he couldn't contain himself anymore. She needed him to just put his hands and his lips all over her body and tell her all the things that she wanted to hear about how beautiful she was and how perfect she was. She needed it so that she could stop feeling so Goddamn inferior.

And it was all just in her head. And she knew it was just in her head. But knowing it was in her head and actually being able to change the way she felt was entirely two different subjects and it wasn't something she had ever been good at. She needed the external confirmation. Her own good sense just wasn't good enough.

And this was what she had been brooding about for the past hour or longer, in her room, on her bed, arms crossed over her chest, staring at her computer screen and the email she had started to compose to her Papa telling him of what had happened in Iceland while she and Xander were there. Xander. Ugh! Why couldn't she just get him out of her fucking head?!?!? She threw herself back on the bed with a groan, pulling her fingers back through her hair and giving her head a soft squeeze as if that was going to solve something, as if she could simply crush her skull and be rid of him. But it was never that simple, and she knew it. He was like... like fucking Heroin, and you were always a recovering addict.

After much internal debate, Cissy pushed herself up to her feet, grabbing her jacket nearby that matched the soft, velvet lounge pants that she wore and tugging it on over top of the tank top that she wore. The halls were quite drafty, yet she didn't bother putting on shoes, and simply stormed out of her room and down the hall, through the common room to the boy's wing and straight to Xander's room. She didn't knock even though she should know better, the last time she didn't knock she had gotten an eye full of her mother's naked ass, but instead just barged in and closed the door hard behind her, pressing her back against it immediately thereafter, her arms crossing over her chest and her lips forming that cute little pout that was signature Cissy.